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Sex Evolution

I don’t lift weight to
Enhance the flex of the muscle
So I can walk around with an
Increased angle of the nostril
But rather to feed
My mind, my soul makin em colossal
So when I’m fossil
People remember and recall the hustle

So i aint impressed
With how you fill your vest
And the cup size of our chest
I’d rather be inside
I’m talkin bout your mind
And I do wanna have intercourse
The verbal sort of course
This is my last resort
Since the media’s turned
Sex into sport

So now ready to have sex
Let me undress touch and molest
Let me cross dress and impress
Memories that 100 per cent
You’ll be too embarrassed to confess
The exterior looks fine
But inside I’ve left a mess

It makes me think that
These demons are lawfully accepted
90 percent never suspected, arrested and sentenced
So these victim’s souls are never rested
From the memories nested
Some of em end it
Some of em do a re-enactment, morph and become members
Only few cut out the wound and mend it

NewAge Poet 2009 ©

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Comments

  • RVRFNX
    RVRFNXabout 5 years ago

    I really enjoyed reading this poetry NewAge Poet :) You have brilliantly describes a problem that I can relate to… and in such a creative way, bravo!

  • Thank you for the support, Im glad you could relate, and I hope it helped u in some way

    – newagepoet

  • S .
    S .about 5 years ago

    all the good stuff consumes the mind as well as the body …
    i agree with you completely.
    nice work new age poet

  • Thanks Shoaib … glad we are on the same path of thinking ..

    – newagepoet

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