Gathered are we at the village square,
Of my presence I ensure she is not aware,
From a corner I watch her twirling to the beat of the drums,
Slowly to infatuation my heart succumbs.
I examine her from her breasts to her buttocks,
Her hair as the path to the stream is braided into winding locks,
Then suddenly she twists her waist seductively,
And I begin to lust after her compulsively.
Surrounded entirely are we by darkness,
The oil lamp of the gods barely giving enough illumination,
I notice a glimmer which my eyes hold with total fixation,
Though amongst a crowd I reach to touch her waist regardless.
Around her waist do I spot a row of white beads,
I spring back for the laws of the gods so the wise heeds,
She weildeth the symbol of utmost purity,
Respect do i have for this maiden whom I want to be mine for all of eternity.
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INSOMNIA
PoetryDolor refers to the feeling of sadness. X is about Malcolm X and the fight against oppression of black people. Necessitudo finita means 'this is the end of our union'.
