Africa was what I called him, this man that lay beside me

Last night he called out to the ancestors when he was inside me

Hips swaying to the sound of the Amazon night

Sweat dripping as he held me tight



We travelled to a place where the sun shines bright till deep into the night

With every kiss he placed bringing me to life

I held onto the shoulders of a man who’d seen life

And felt the strength of a lion’s pride!



Dawn cast a light on the length of his height

Skin so deep the darkness seemed light

This moulded perfection that lay by my side

Brought pleasure this morning like he had last night!



The events of the days were due to unfold

As dawn rose to day the night now long gone

I turned and touched the man I adored

And whispered to him gently …Baby do it once more!


RIP Sam T Davis

the poem was exhiliating it possessed apathy and i was intriubed by the tension i was curious to know more.

lol, raunchy