"THE THING BETWEEN YOUR LEGS"



The pestle between your legs,

The mortar between your legs,

What is your excuse?

That it is always charged by nature?

And it does not have a turn-off switch?

It is a pestle not a pistol,

 Yet,  just this yesterday, just this tomorrow you pulled your zip and shot a woman's dream,

You are a killer,

A killer of dreams,

A killer of virginity,

A killer of pride,

A killer of bliss,

It is mortar not murder,

Yet, How many pestles have you crushed? How many destinies?

For being the sister of Jezebel,

Did it earn you a crown?

just to prove you are a descendant of eve?

The key between your legs,

The door between your legs,

You plug the key into the door,

You treat your temples like a shrine,

Does it come with a trophy?

No?

But It comes with a seed,later blamed or named after a mistake,

A mistake?

Can a pestle pound a mortar while asleep?

Can a key open a door unconscious?

Oh!  Was it sleep walking?

Shall we then blame it on creation?

That we now learn from animals we breed,

Acting rape scenes like a hen and the cock,

And still wonder why our prayers hang in the roof?

The spoon between your legs,

The pot between your legs....

You tasted the soup too soon And  too often,

You became obsessed with variety,

Do you blame it on Adam?

Or Eve? Because her pot of soup is no longer worth a proper cover? Temptation?

Your appetite is now a road map to abortion homes and healing pills......

....EXCERPT....

©T.s_Theddy


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