Her call is warm:
"Yes.Come, my son
I owe you a million kisses
And coins for your pocket."
The coin`s jingle is loud!
"Mummy.I am here..."
I succump to her call -
The call of sedative oppulence
And so to a tangle i go
In her fat-rich bossom!
Her youth like dawn
Changes with her mood
Fancies adding concoctions
To soften her veiled wrinkles
Changing hairstyles
To keep abreast with vogue!
She tells me i am her sunshine
In the dark edge of her age
"Come to bed, son
Play lover with me
Rekindle the warmth
On the door
Of my womanhood..."