Achilles' Heel Poem by Oritsemolebi Eric Atie

I see her
Though it be yonder
Still I kneel to surrender
As though her body renders.
High aloft I watch her
With deceptive delight
My body burning with desire
Still cannot withstand her fire.

Who could she be?
The one I see
Not once I've seen
Nor twice the scene.
Whose pride is she?
The one I see,
Whose will she bids?
Or hunger she fills?

Soon it be dusk
Still I stand and watch,
Shortly she'll be done
And I, I'll wallow in my sinful lust.
Nay! bring her forth,
Bring her in royal furs,
Bring her that I fill my hunger thus
Tis my very flaw.