Olayiwola Olarewaju Metamofosis
A Tale Of Two Lovers
Some love as staunch as sun
And some as capricious as clouds.
Some as frail as stalks
And some as volatile as billiard games.
Perchance I may ask where love sprouts
or fervent thrust of lust erupts
From the corm in the damsel's mind
Or fella's scrotch where lust springs?
For some opine that lust thrives love