Treasure Island

umoh cyril

(05/12/1995 / Lagos nigeria)

My story


It all started in June,
A month of mood,
I went to buy food,
And saw her hood,

A shiny white hood,
Nearly made me a fool,
I really don't know who,
And alone are we two,

Hi, she turned and said,
Hello, I nearly fell,
I hope you ate well,
And I told her 'too well',

What's your name,
She said its Gwen,
Is that a boys name,
No its a girls name,

Wow I exclaimed,
My name I proclaimed,
We took each others name,
But could not go our way,

The Zing startled us,
So beautiful this much,
No it is not lust,
I don't love this much,

We started at once,
And ended at once,
Falling in love was not her work,
So I went home with her fork,

She called me back,
But the rain was too loud,
She hugged my back,
In awe of the crowd,

Yes I guess,
That's what she said,
She was so blessed,
Of what I said,

Meet me in the kitchen,
That I may see you,
Ok Mr.ravishing,
But I don't know you,

Minutes passed,
Then I heard a bang,
I turned and saw her pass,
Through the clutters with a bang,

The kitchen steamed up,
As I raised her up,
And down on my thrust,
Am the man she can trust,

Hmmn! She moaned,
I purred like I was a year old,
Her cherries so soft on my face,
As she rained kisses on my face,

It was a glorious time in life,
As we came together,
She had a thought of being my wife,
As we stood in time forever.»»»

Submitted: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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