04-05-2016, 03:06 PM
THE SEVENTH HOUR
It's that time of day again,
when my arms are cold
but my loins are cooking --
when every lady I see unchained
by childhood, wifehood, motherhood,
'sa mask to be tored off --
eyes plucked out,
noses chewed,
and mouths glewed shut --
It's that time of day again,
when my arms are cold
but my loins are cooking --
when every lady I see unchained
by childhood, wifehood, motherhood,
'sa mask to be tored off --
eyes plucked out,
noses chewed,
and mouths glewed shut --