Love Poem for the African Goddess of Literaturea love poem by Wolf LarsenI kiss her cubist lipsI lick her cubist vaginashe is my Picasso nudewhen she smiles botanical gardens grow all around usher skin is the night sky and my skin is daylight and our bodies wrapped around each other is day & night roving around & around the earthher teeth biting me and my teeth biting her is like strawberries with whipped creamher pussy is so many centuries of joyher belly button is my oasisI would castrate every man on the planet to make sure the babies are mineher growing tummy are the birds singing every morningthe food between her legs is the best cooking I’ve ever eatenshe will be my whorehousewhen we embrace it’s the most erotic sculpture you could imagineeven her feet are my happinessher voice paints over the gray world with bright new colors her happiness is my joyher pussy is my American centurywe fucks so much that even the rabbits are shockedmy milk in her coffee is my heaven and her heaven growing into one beautiful babyher face is the greatest work of art known to manher open legs are my symphonyand her womb is a blank page and my words of poetry are swimming towards the great big sun in her wombwhen me marry Europe & Africa will marryand I will build a giant wall around usand we will make love until World War IIICopyright 2015 by Wolf Larsen