J.E’s Pieces Of Me: I am V…

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I am that voice in your head
Calling at you with words unsaid
I am that niggling sensation driving you crazy
Making your thoughts turn hazy
Dedicated, yes, I go at it daily

You scratch your head trying to solve the mystery
But you can’t, you only get more misery
Because I have learnt over the years
Through ‘hardwork’ and tears
To keep to you, who I am, a secret

I laugh at how you beat your chest
And whoop when you pass your self-set test
Claiming to be some hunter
And I, a mere prey to conquer

But…

Woe to you, thou ‘great’ hunter
For the hunted now becomes the hunter
Trust, I forget not your speech in vanity
“Man needs variety”

Such words even weaker than your balls
Adding wolf-whistles and cat calls
Christening me with insolent names
A habit your turned into games

“Sweet-soggy-sage”
“Poonani…Punanni…Punini”
“Twat…twimp…teenee”
And your favourite: P**sy

Now…

I have learnt
Learnt control at its best
I will make you beg
I will make you sweat
I will make your want for me so great
You would sell your soul for a taste

I bring you variety on a ‘red carpet’
As I come in shapes, sizes and scent
And you will always long for a touch
Thus, never getting enough

Hmmmm….

Scent so good it fills your head
Messing with your brain
That you can’t think straight
Inundates your cranium with need insatiable
Lust, ravaging lust, undeniable

Juices, so creamy it makes you giddy
Juices so wet, you crave to slip in
Bathing in its warm pool
Drowning in its goo

Ooohh how you want me
Beautiful, soft, pink, full lips
Mound with little brushes of hair
You want to dive in and not come up for air

Klit so sensitive,
It elicits…
Purrs, like music to your ears,
Spell-binding

One more thing though…

Due to need for variety
I come in assorted costumes for the party
I can be ‘too wide’ (Varjain-aargh)
Your skinny pens can’t take it in stride
I can be ‘too deep’ (Vuljainer)
Sending your stubs to swim
I can be ‘too tight’ (Virjain-er)
But hey, there’s always lubes, right?
And yes, due to unseen circumstances
I can also get ugly and smelly (Veljai-hmmph)
Still, there’s never one culprit

I have come for you
Ready and equipped for you
I am voluptuous voraginous Verjainer!

June Ebube (J.E’s Pieces of Me)

June Ebube

June Ebube

In 4 words – Confused, Lost, Crazy, Curious, In 3 words – Stinks of greatness. In 2 words – Unpredictably Intelligent. In 1 word – Creative.

They say “…deeply erotic and sexual. Evoking fantasies beyond imagination…not your everyday poet. Yet flipping her over reveals another side….a talented and skilled nature decorated by a vivid imagination that turns dreams into ideas and eventually into elegant designs (www.oobejune.wordpress.com). Then again, beneath all these lies a mushy and emotional core….the source of the beauty that is June Ebube. In simple terms, she reflects the persona of a strong woman,the dream of the modern man!” No b me talk am o!

4 comments

  1. This is a masterpiece. Idea, well articulated. Information a bit lavishly given away. The irregularity in lines reflect that in your thought patterns and losing rhythm in the process. A masterpiece altogether. Braveup

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