- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Voodoo Priestess
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Click hereThe jungle canopy is letting in the moonlight;
A shock when two seconds ago it was 10am daylight
And you weren’t expecting to materialise in Haiti
Before a naked woman wearing a snake
Who gives you beard-burn with each coerced kiss;
Still, The Zombies are playing
She’s Not There somewhere in the neighbourhood
And her hands feel pretty good in your underwear
But then her snake looks at you funny
And you’re start wondering whether you’re supper.
- COMMENTS
Loved it although I tripped over the typo, made me smile and I too will be singing it for days!
but quite funny. Typo (first "you're") in the last line. The "beard-burn" seems backwards, unless you mean the voodoo priestess needs a shave.
Poet Guy now has that old Zombies song in his head, and likely will for days. Liked the poem a lot.
that conjures and writhes. lovin' the humour, but find myself a little confused by the 'beard-burn'... what am i missing? rough-handling?
another unexpected glimpse into the evocative mind of an unusual writer. good to be reading you, V
I love the abrupt but seamless shifts that pull and push the narrator in and out of the action. You do big things in little poems.
well this is pretty shifty, and yes you are, dances away from the expected in delightful ways, and yes you are, best use of Zombies in the past ten years
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