When she tells me she want to feed I obey, as long as I pray before I eat, all is good. As soon as I let loose and be truthful that I get it when I want it – I’m labelled and ridiculed. Do I not have the same urges and sexual frustration as you?
Why should you tell me when it’s appropriate for me to indulge my senses and feed my butterfly? I love my avo and I shall listen to her wishes. I am the goddess that is. I breathe life into your helpless corpse. Treat me like the natural wonder that I am.
Feel, go down and say hello, respect and love her, because that’s where you feed. Never bite the hand that feeds, when she hurts you will cry. Designed and built by the sky goddesses, the ones that know what true beauty is.
Why do you think i am hidden between the valleys of the gorgeous constructed mountain terrain of your thighs? I’m glorious, the honeycomb of your existence. Without me there is no life. Without me there is no love. Without me there is no pleasure.
Caress, love and feed her ego – for when she smile – you become the happiest man in the world. I am the Moses of this un-departed sea. You want to feast, fatten the bull – and you feasts shall be forever blessed.
I tell you – lovemyavo!
by Anita Sikutshwa