Guest Blogger Nana Yaw Asiedu on eating "Melons"

Being unable to lift you
Being so rounded and so full
I sure cannot eat you whole
So I go from piece to piece
I discard your black clothing
And how you’re fleshy inside
I take a part and lick it all
And each next is sweeter still
Being so big it takes some time
But I get to the piece I saved for last
And like a slave I get to work
Even when all the juice is gone
Even when all the fruit is gone
I know I am hungry still
I stay long enough to kill
Till what’s left has got no taste
But still I am in no haste
Finally I have to let go
I’ll not hunger for one week
Anyway I’ll be too weak.

Nana Yaw Asiedu blogs at http://www.antirhythm.blogspot.com/

Nana Darkoa's P.S: Can you believe NY wrote this poetry when he was a virgin? Who says sexuality has to be inextricably linked to sex? Does poetry turn you on?