This Round is about Poetry. And the theme is: The Beauty in Imperfections. Read and enjoy.
You compete with darkness for who’s black
Your teeth is Kiwi black
So they dangle banana black monkey
Angels fear to trend your path
Don’t you know ugliness is your face personified?
When you walk you cause no ripples
So you gat no cat’s whistle
Nobody wants to woo you cause they wonder who you
You straight as pine wood
What doest a man with a she devoid of curves?
Down to Earth
They say you are
you are a dwarf devoid of pride
4 feet tall or 4 feet short
Step out you who cannot be seen
Why bother with an ambition your height can’t match?
The spots on your skin polka dot
Neither black nor white they spew you
You look in the mirror and your stomach churns
Despite the numerous dye your hair still blonde
Why then you seek to pose for the camera?
Flat chested, brief legs, polka dot, juju look
True beauty transcends the physical
Look deep within don a smile
Beautiful lives within the border you draw
The imperfections tattooed all over you
That’s what makes you beautiful.
A touch of skin, soft and slippery
A hint of sweat cooled by the evening breeze
Eyes meet briefly and a spark is ignited
Then intoxicated with those beguiling spirits
Our clothes find a resting place on the floor.
The lights are out, the darkness shrouds everything within
Falling upon the imperfect forms of our wanting bodies
Our urgency fuelled by touch, taste and purblind desire
Our hunger revealed in this fevered moment
Our thirst exploding upon the interaction of lips
Then skin meshes with skin upon the bed
You move atop me easily, lowering yourself gently
Slipping and sliding as I am filled with you
A rhythm that crests and soon gives way
To the urgent and demanding thrusts of passion
I arch my body up to the scented smell of your nearness
And gasping, you drag me through the winding path of ecstasy
A grunt here, a moan there, a wash of pleasure
Our screams crescendo, an ululation to the fleshly gods
Our bodies demanding more, each giving to the other
High on the fluids of foreign substance
The taste of your skin between my lips like no other
The friction of our sweaty bodies like an aphrodisiac
Then you move with one final and breaking heave
And our cries echo from this peak of blissful release
We clench as we ride the waves of this poignant moment
Muscles quivering, breaths susurrating
Then you drop beside me upon a murmured sigh of depletion
And I glow like an ember, casting out a welcome light
Should you stir and seek my gifts again.