Slippery Laps. Poem by Israel Akinbode

Her fleshy paths laid on mat,
Gazing through her lane lustfully lost,
I want her! Take me through that lane.
Through the slippery laps of Delilah.

I can't fall, I know the way too well,
In dark nights I will still walk.
Down to her hole without a miss
...through her slippery laps!

Her laps wall soft and perky,
I'll die here than live else where.
Where lies my strength?
'Chop my hair then I will flop! '

Her blade worked so well...a sleeping pill.
Woke up to choke the enemies around,
Where is my strength?
Gone to wind!

Slippery laps made me fall,
That of Delilah's broke my wall,
I thought I would still stand tall,
Slippery laps had made me fall.