[If I Shall Conquer] a poem

Sweet stranger,
lovely baby lady,
do not take offense to the way I look at you-
beauty attracts to preserve the species- in
biological terms, all men spearhead their
charge towards your pulsating cervix phallus
first-

If I do divide and conquer that incendiary
blaze burning bright and furious between your
thighs, know that my annexation is the only
spoils I’ve come to capture,
the rest of you can be given to the rest of
the bandits who’ve attempts will become
futile against our fortifications
My stains are upon you now
and if I should get up, dress and go,
It’s unspoken between us that the next
will never know that you’ve collaborated-


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Labial Laugh]