By Catten Carter

The Author

The Monkey

The Shaman she was naked, she lifted up her chest,
but then a naughty monkey, came staring at her breasts

I shouted loud to scare it; those breasts are mine you see.
The monkey started grunting, and threw a poo at me

The Shaman started laughing, took in the little stray,
so now it stays beside her, and looks at boobs all day

The Bum

Some bums are big as mountains,
and shaped just like pear
Some bums are small like grapefruit,
and some are barely there

Some bums they are pretentious,
and raises to the air
Some bums are soft and saggy,
and shows a lot of wear

Your bum it is outstanding,
your cheeks are quite the pair
It makes me feel all funny,
a perfect derriere

The Pain

I’m sorry I get angry, and for pushing you away
You walk silently, to not upset me,
when all you want to do, is dance all day
I’m sorry, it’s not your fault that I am this way

Please forgive me, for keeping things inside
You sit there quietly, to not disturb me,
I know that it’s your happiness you hide
Forgive me, the pain is mine, but it’s you that I deny

Please be patient, with the stuff I’m going through
It’s difficult for me to say out loud,
so, I wrote it down, in this book I made for you
Please be patient, all will get better for us two

The Joint

A little breath of freedom,
That gets you through the day
A herb that brings you pleasure,
makes troubles go away

The smoke it gets you closer,
to gods and ancient ghosts
It lets you contact spirits,
and speak with Tapi goats

A joint that makes you notice,
things other people can’t
But when you’ve smoked too many,
you’re hard to understand

The Jaguar

The Shaman and her Jaguar, are very much alike
It Is her sacred spirit guide, it stays right by her side
In thick and thin, in good or bad, it always keeps her strong
And bites her husband in his bum, whenever he is wrong

The Sun

He saw her laying, naked there,
reached forward his warm hands

She closed her eyes, and with a smile,
leaned backwards in the sand

He moved his hands, caressing her,
she caved to his demands

She gave her body, willingly,
to him and his commands

And when he finished, touching her,
he left her warm and tanned

The Pond

Sun rays through the trees.
Water running over your skin,
I watch in silence.

A body arching.
Inhaling sweet summer air,
You know I am here.

Goose bumps on your neck.
Expectation fills the air,
An inviting moan.

The Shaman

The shaman will protect you,
from dangers you can’t see
She heals your bad infection,
and sets your spirit free

She calls on ancient deities,
to help you stay aware
And if someone should harm you,
she’ll cut away their hair

She helps you if you’re pregnant,
or if your hair gets lice
And when you are in trouble,
she’ll give you good advice

She helps you if your needy,
will paint your penis blue
And if you are her husband,
she’ll make sweet love to you

The Bar

There was a girl with a berry,
and other fruits she could carry.
The Tapi rubbed his eyes,
stuck his head between her thighs,
And happily, ate the cherry.

The Drop

A little drop of water, is running from your hair
On its way towards the ground, to join the water there

It travels to your shoulder, and slowly down your chest
Then it takes a little break, relaxing on your breast

It journeys to your nipple, it’s resting on the tip
As your nipple feels its touch, your body shakes a bit

It rolls along your tummy, and in between your thighs
Gently kisses your sweet lips, which make you close your eyes

And as your body tremble, enjoying the embrace
A new one starts its voyage, and this drop falls from grace

The Comfort

It has been a tiresome day,
and nothing went quite right

But now it’s just the two of us,
all alone in the night

And I see you smiling to me,
naked in the moonlight

And you put your legs around me,
and pull me deep inside

And you comfort me, and tell me,
that all will be alright

The End

This book is at its end, and it will end with breasts
That is no big surprise, as you have read the rest

Drops were enjoying them, the monkey was obsessed
So, I will dwell a bit, seeing them both caressed

This book is at its end, my Whisper was undressed
Because I adore her, as you’ve probably guessed