Treasure Island

ogunleye kayode peter

(20th April 1988 / Nigeria)

DESIGNED FOR DESIRE


I greeted the councilor with a smile
Has he comes into the restaurant
My eyes dropped, as I converse with him
Feeling uncomfortable and nervous
Upbeat, and optimistic feels my presence
Is been so long that I feel this way
After a long silence, my eyes were
Still riveted on him
I have really messed up, I don’t know what to do
I can’t bring myself to order
I couldn’t bear to lose him
I can’t believe what I have done
Though he needed help, but couldn’t bear
The burden of his own choices
He was also at a point of needing someone
To support him and find his way back
To those he had hurted
Something stirring up within me
When we are hungry, we need food
When we are thirsty, we need water
When we are tired we need a sleep
I assumed that I am sexually arouse
I am satisfy with a real or imagine sexual relationship
Am beginning to fan the flames of sexual desire
I have really messed up, I don’t know
I can’t bring myself to order
On the surface, all seemed to be going well,
But that was far fetch from the truth
Designed for Desire

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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