THE DANCE OF TESTES – By Olatunde Busayo ( O. BUSAYO MFR)


When silence speaks in violent tone
When noise becomes air in the cylinder cone
When fear forces the night to grumble 
My  heart shall not tremble but my gaze may rumble
and speak of your balls


Your balls on the chest field
Where soft hands make a gentle play 
Where soft lips make a cool sip
Your balls, your oranges


What about the other balls
Yes the other balls
Those balls of secrecy
Those balls that can send my man to stream


Now that we must bathe in our sweat
Now that skins will roll on skins
Now that we can wear our naked costume
And go for the flowery festival at the marriage bed


The flowery festival, the ovarian festival
The dance of testes, the sounds of lungs
Let me fetch from your ovarian stream
Let me touch the depth of your hole
If for a while, my man would like to take a hide


© O.BUSAYO MFR


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