That Kind Of Lover Poem by Sally Ngobeni

Is it the love or just the lover
Is it forever or just this once,
Then it's over?
Or maybe, just it will be over...
... and over and over again.

I find myself thinking of him all day
Maybe it'll be me, he'll want in dismay
Or perhaps I should wait for Friday
For I know, in my bed - he shall lay
Over and over and over again.

I crave him like I do my coke
& the wonder if without him,
Will I cope?
Should I rather lose this foolish hope
But then again... all I can do, is hope
Over and over and over again...