Saturday 9 May 2015

The Wanton Bull of Ikilma

I woed a woman to bed
Peeled off her covers like an onion
Held and sucked her milk sacks
Whilst teasing the fruit in her Eden
Oh man
How sweet she sang
Beckoned the python from its cave!


It stood head high, saluting...
And shed tears of life;
Longing to devour
The fruit in Eden
Oh man
How sweet she sang
Made it wild!

She couldn't let me go
If I couldn't let her have it

When she tasted me
Muthoni nearly roasted her husband;
He starves her, for he's ever sleeping
Since he married karara
The python coiled back, reducing into a mere pimple--
It hardly nods
when saliva trickles down her swollen mouth
It merely knocks, giving her real appetite
And drops off!

When she tasted me
Ayuma sued her husband
for getting her out of her father's roof for nothing
She can't get pregnant
Since he already is!
She collapses under the weight of the elephant
Painfully, with no pleasure in return
Oh man
The elephant pants like an oxen in a yoke
And drops off!

The new madam in office
Busy sleeps all day long.
She says she's ridden without rest all night
But her rider wanes
Upon landing on the moon
So she comes, hanging high still
And, man
I hate how she looks at me.

There is a woman I bought
Yesterday with my month's sweat
Fat and rigid in action--
She just lay there plaiting
and humming some obscene tunes
As I struggled screwing her
Oh man, I didn't like it
She suddenly coughed;
Sending me flying against the wall
I had to see a doctor in the morning.

And my neighbour's wife smiles at me
Whenever I visit the bathroom
She sneaked in last night;
I screwed her with relish
Oh man
Another man's wife is sweet!
She dug nails into my back
Craving to swallow me whole
How sweet she sang
Nearly made us to be caught
And I hate how my neighbour stares at me.

Screwing Atieno was real nightmare
That chick's path was narrow
She slaughtered my back with nails
As the python ate into Eden.
She screamed to awaken the dead,
Calling her mother, God, and cursing boyfriends...
Man, I was embarrassed
You would think I was murdering her!

So a woman is indeed a stream
Men drink in for ages, but can't dry up
Otherwise Tenya would have lost value in the exchange market!
That chick has been ploughed
And no fool sows a seed in her
Oh man
We are mules!

She comes in inadequate rags--
Afraid to conceal her succulent assets
And wantonly flaunts them, before boys
I don't like how they run after her
Oh man
I hate to imagine sharing bearded meat with boys
Whose hands haven't been scraped clean!

I denounce the devil for bringing Nanjala
I regret entertaining her in my office;
I ploughed her last week
And man
I don't feel good about
how she received me--
She couldn't stir
or even sing how sweet others do
Man, I'm ashamed
Did I sweat for nothing?
Now she is announcing I'm hers alone
Who ever limited cows a bull should serve?

(c) 2015
wafula p'khisa
-Thigh of an Elephant-

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