Hot Lover Poem by Miracle Oluwasola

When she walks straight into the kitchen
As her behind shakes against her curves,
I feel some mob crawl all over my nerves
With claws of vultures and yellow chickens.

Her knife unsheathed, drawn with edge,
She said, "Your choice now, life or death! "
My tongue in cheek, bloodshot eyes,
Heart pumping fast, blood sugar rise.

Reason is thrown out in the barren yard
When my lover fumes with jealousy.
She deals me the devil in her tarot card
As the beast in her soul jumps right at me.

I've just defaulted a ten-commadment rule.
As such, I'm gulty of all-when my eyes looked
Rauchily at another woman more than a gaze.
My fate holds no better than a rooster, today!

With high vibrations sending her into fiesty fits,
Ears shut to the cry coming from our baby crib,
I know Pardon is on its sorjourn to Argentina
Without the slightest hope of looking back.

Wait, is the eclipse here again? But what feels this heavy
On the atmosphere of our room? Good Lord!
And that smell? The food must have started burning!
Hell hath no flames like the rage of a furious broad.