Treasure Island

Joseph Eli Atisu


Woman Or Wine


It was the night we dine
And I beheld this sight
Desire I cannot fight
Woman or wine

Allure I wont decline
My fingers ran such smoothness
Heavens, what a goodness!
Woman or wine

I thought I was just fine
Till those smoothness touched my lips
And I clinged to the hips
Woman or wine

It was long past nine
As we stumbbled through the door
All I wanted was more
Woman or wine

Oh sorry state of mine
I was drunk with something sweet
And I know not what it is
Woman or wine

Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012
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  • Alon Dy (8/26/2012 3:23:00 PM)

    nice poem. good ideas. Please feel free to comment and rate my poems. Thank you (Report) Reply

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