A Fair Maid Poem by Ugo Nkwoala

A fair maid's fragrance beckons me
without hesitation, without permission,
thro' I'veseen her only
on the pages of her Instagram.


Her pencil-pointed plump melon
her skin gleamin' like rich satin
which makes the attire that adores her
a rare work of beauty.

She has my heart in her throne
a heart that has ne'er being given away.
She has made me a captive captivated
by her mastery over me.

Is Love or Infatuation the ingredient here?
I wish no other besides her. I'm hypnotized!