If I was a test run
I would light the street on fire and watch it burn
If I was a drink
I wouldn't be whiskey, there'd be no room to think
I am the cravings, insatiable
The cervix, hard and impregnable
The Hymen, never wet
with the power to fall gods into low men I have never met
No matter the thrust nor gust
Every thump and rump is reduced to dust
I am beautiful, not like the rose in the garden
But the thorn that stings the flesh, yet still worth gathering
I am the thirst you hunger
The land you wander
I am not the stars, I am the galaxy
I am not the spring, I am the deep blue sea
If I was a test run
I would light the street and watch it burn
I am beautiful, like the dreams unconquered
Yet mysterious, like the ramblings of a drunkard
I am not the bridge you build under
Don't come for me if you are not the thunder
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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