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Ugandan Poetry: The Beautiful Moaner

Does her husband know

Does he contemplate

Does he feel just like I do

Hear as I do?

Of her woman’s moans

The late night moans

The ones he summons out

Does he know someone enjoys

Enjoys more perhaps

Someone lives for those moans

Don’t bring Miles Davis

Don’t bring BB King

Who are all these people

What do they compare to her moans

Oh does the man know

Does he enjoy as I do

Or he just pumps for the release

Closeness could blind him

To the magic next to him

May be she moans for me

Or for us

It should be for me

Because no other person listens

The moans are directed to me

But does she know it’s me

It’s me in this bedroom

Does she know I am awake

My nights have changed

There’s a new glory to them

There’s a beautiful moaner

She’s taken over them

She decorates them

My candles were on

Two of them

BB King was playing

Or was it Miles Davis

I don’t care to remember

For I switched off all that nonsense

As her moans took me on a journey

From Paris to the beaches in Malaga

Then we found ourselves in Amazon

This woman that has captivated me

From the bedroom across

I long to be the one producing those moans

But maybe like the husband

Would I know

Would I hear

Would I appreciate

They say music is best at the far ends

Where all the sound lands, those last notes,

Piercing through the airs, the winds

And finding the right ear

Her moans were made for me

Why am I the only one who hears

She moans for me

She’s a beautiful moaner

The best of all moaners

Or I can’t wait for the other night

I can’t wait to travel again

Where is she taking me tonight

We could go anywhere

Orbit the sun

Challenge the moon

What a moan

What a woman

She is beautiful

She’s curvy

But these things

They pale down

They can’t touch

Not the helm of her moans

Her moans are another world

A world occupied by her and me

We live in it together

Am afraid she’s cheating on her man

She’s cheating on her with the moans

The man gets the release

I get her beautiful moans

I am the gainer here

I have won

I have won the gift of her moans

All she ever said to me was

Hey

That’s all

One day when I was seated outside

As she strode into her house

In her hawt pants

But now that she moans

I take it that she greets me

Greets me in the nights

In the visible darkness

That’s invisible to the man

She greets me in moans

I know she longs for an answer

She wants to know if I get it

If I have received the greeting

She longs for the reply

But I know she knows

That I know

That we are moaning

She moans my name

A name she knows not

Beautiful moaner

How so lovely

How so becoming

How so entranching

Rhythm of my night

River of my blood

I will drown in her moans

So that I can forever float

I don’t want to swim

I just want to lay there

Floating in her moans

Forgeting all this nonsense

The man can have her

But he doesn’t have her moans

I have them

I hear them

She greets me in them

Oh beautiful moaner

I long

For the night

One more night

One more moan

One more note

One more piano

One more orchestra

An orchestra of moans

She’s the most beautiful

Of moaners

The world knows not

What I have

What I hear

What I know

What I enjoy

Every night, in my bed

In her bed, her husband pounding

Music coming out

They’re performing for me

I have the show

Everyday, for me

Good moans

Special moans

It’s my little secret

It’s our little secret

Her, me, me, her

Wait, her, me, me, her

We know it

One day, I could produce the music

But it matters not

I don’t have to

Her moans, let someone hit the strings

I will lend my ear

My undistracted ear

The world hates us

It could be jealous

Of our moans

Me the listener,

Her the giver

Me the receiver

Her the performer

Beautiful moaner

You came when

When the whole world

Had gone moved their way

Now I enjoy this gift

When is the next full moon

I wonder

What her moans will do

To me on a full moon

With all the stars, lighting the scene

That day, I will go to that same spot

My bedroom window

Tag my ear to the metal

And melt down slowly

To the beautiful moaner

To the moans, to the heavens

She moans people

She really moans…

beautiful moaner

candle of my night

my burner

my drummer

my frequency

Moan for me once more

Moan for me tonight

Moan for me forever

I have been loved

Protected, caressed

By the beauty of her moans

I have gained, he has lost

She greets me in moans

She greets him in words

Who won Who lost

I have won he has lost

The moans belong to me

He can have the waters

I care not

All I have is everything

The beautiful moaner

I have the beautiful moaner

She greets me in moans

She moans to me

You there says the first moan

I approach the same spot

The same window

The same metals

Wave the curtain a bit

Then she proceeds

She puts up the performance

Moan moan moan

Moaning moan Moaning

Moaning Moaning mooooaning

Moooooooannnnniinng

You hear my song

When will night come

Will there be moans today

Will the man have energy

Some more push to pump

To hit it

Will it also rain

So I have everything to me

He pounds, they moan for me

Beautiful moans!