Vagina Dream
Ernest Samuel Llime - December, 2011
- Woodhaven
Last night I had the greatest dream I've
ever dreamed, with closed or open eyes
I dreamt about vaginas - gently floating from the skies
At first there was a single one as
light and white as snow
Floating like a feather into my outstretched hand below
I touched it in amazement thinking it
must be a trick
And then I did what you would do, namely, gave it a lick
I guessed this one belonged to a
Russian super-star
Because it tasted like the most exquisite - beluga caviar
More came like cherry blossom petals, a-blowing in the wind
I felt that I myself might be, some kind of hyacinth
Italian, Norse and Dutch vaginas - to whet my appetite,
Chinese and Japanese - like sushi - thought it would last all night
I found a Scottish one - I thought it'd be a Scotch
But when it tasted just like haggis - their fame went up a notch
Vaginas, vaginas, vaginas oh my
I sent a silent thank you prayer to our mama in the sky
A Greek one just like moussaka - then
an Egyptian baklava
A Filipina sweet and sour tamarind - an Indonesian that's somehow become
unpinned
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