The Duchess Of Munificence Poem by Adeosun Olamide

He pierce thro heart mine
In whisper words my ears
Cuddles me his bed
And renders me a slave
A night comes to worn
And my seal tears with it
Morning came from dreams
Of a future he shall bring
-The curtain leaps a light
That strokes him to awake
There's disgust in his eyes
And weary is his mien
Sauntered thro his wears
Left without a word-
I tried to reach him so
But his gaze cause a blow
-My anger melts in sad
Each night forth him now
My thighs crave him so
Heart mine hums his want
I tried to find him so
Hurrying thro the night
The rain caress to cold
I met him with a she
In club I caught his gaze
Words sought to have
But unnoticed he gave
He left off with this she
While my heart bled to on
-A sweat my eye came
As sulk thro to home
There's a crowd in range
A wreck is in order
I peep thro the walls
Was him, my heart quake
Two moons now is pass
His legs were off that night
I wheeled him now his home
Brought care and all to him
Cuddle now could not
Disgust soon set an inn
Tomorrow be better
He ate my passion fruit
That rest beckons him
But what must be done?
My conscience pricks me so
He lain there too cold
After contrition he shew
Not before saw his love
I gave him passion fruit
My conscience pricks me so
As my heart hum his want
I gave will to thighs
Ended its tormenting
But my heart whispers still
-That love is not deserved-
A flower by his grave-
In years running by-
His pierced heart lingers
And words whispered ears
-That love is not deserved
Rein thro veins on
Bringing to this deeds
-Know that life mine
Was sparked by this him