Your Beard, O Woman, So Pleasant to Me

By Professor Michael Itungwa Shukrani
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With some swiftness that English sings
As your beauty ascribes you wide wings
And your charmingness loudly rings
Your pleasance pelts into me into me its stings
Your beard pleases me all mornings and evenings
Even more than each of your calves poshly swings
And you allure me more than palaces hosting kings

O bearded woman! Your seduction causes me to quake
In me boil humongous pleasures that you make
In my soul beam burly euphorias that you awake
In my nerves hang husky orgasms for your sake
To me you convey joys that you lovingly bake
And all my sorrows become fake
That I unceasingly find life sweeter than a banquet cake

Your beard shrieks that euphorias are not to miss
Surpassing the pleasures that any rice can hiss
And through it, your majesty in pleasance roars more than a tigress
All despairs in me are conveyed to the abyss
That I enjoy more than I would with the wines of Paris
At towering levels that vary with bliss
And that I rejoice to marry you with more than a kiss

Through your beard, O woman, pleasures form a rad picture
And my guts react with a faithful feature
In me your seductions play a pleasant adventure
Lo! In me are ecstasies giving me a nice lecture
Which are fostered by the Law of Nature
Such that you are my preference not causing any puncture
And I unceasingly fest the enjoyment that you nurture

As I caress you gently
I flirt with you romantically
Your beard pleases me vastly
For it reminds me of your euphorias heavily
And promises me glee sincerely
Inasmuch as you are made to please me tirelessly
That I enjoy through you eternally

Unceasingly I hanker after sucking your bearded chin
Which pleases me more than any splendid fur covering sheepskin
That I stuff myself with pleasures as in an inn
Which triumph on sorrows with a blatant win
And terrifies regret with a sharp pin
That I keep splendid souvenirs akin
And that all disappointments be tossed to the bin

Your beard, o woman, is a crown of gold!
Through it your pleasance is too stiff to fold
As its says that you are sexually too hot to hold
Through the vast torrid euphorias that vanquish cold
And the ecstasies from which seem sheerly bold
That all regrets can be impossible to behold
And that overall all torments can be removed as grimy mould

Habari nzuri leo!