The Spam Mistress

This is a real story. An African girl sent a photograph to entice the poet. It was a spam.

The Spam Mistress

This is interesting ! In a flash you entered my desktop with mail

topless polygirl your smiling invite for a black night fling

The hungry wolf in me looks at  Baudelairian dark Venus.

In funny English you’ve written on your belly you love me

princess Africa hooker girl exposed trapdoor for  love

adorable soft thighs. What’s that,  colour or blood on shaman-nails ?

Which country are you from, mischief-sissy ? Kenya Uganda

Zambia Burkina Faso Congo Cameroon Sudan Niger ?

I am sure you’ve ganged up in Mumbai’s Nijerwadi.

How did you know I have never slept with an African chick !

Delightful to say the least your lighted lap sex appeal

you know quite well . That’s why invite for an embrace.

How many Rupees or Dollars for that experience

you haven’t indicated ; just a call to meet at Meera Road

Junction, where you’ll  descend in flesh from digital beauty.

( Translation of Spam Premika )