She - Poem by Bolami lawal
Her mischief speaks in volume
as she sauntered through the front door-
her arms carefully stroking its frames;
m-a-y i please, come in?
her sheath shaped like the hourglass,
her beguiling image,
her glowing retina lit the fire....
As her seductive smile
rippled through the air;
y-e-s, y-o-o-u m-a-y
You enthralling daughter of Eve!
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