Behind A Latin Star Poem by Abubakar Mohammed Musa

Behind A Latin Star

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Behind her is me everyday,
Wherever she goes night and day
My footprints accommodate hers
Because all men love is what she has,
I stay staunch anytime she stood,
She has a subcutaneous brave-hood
Within her forehead,
I used to be her buttress whenever
She intended to stand even forever.

Whenever light came before something,
People used to say it's the thing
That glistened out the light,
But here it's her light
That penetrates through
The latin star, it's true
Am telling you if you can
Agree with my true imagination.

I used to be her Guard
Also with my solemn regard
Of securing her strongly,
I don't think I can merely
As a girlpal to me,
But also a Madam to me
Because we never move
Posely owing-to her proved
Brevity of her high-class love.
Anytime she left me lagger
While we are on a bigger-
Walk, she used to swing her
Hand back to grab my wrist
So that we could walk closely
Because she don't like walking lonely.

I know bundles of people
Are waiting attentively to know this pupil,
Sorry she is a student not pupil,
Because she seniored me.
In any circumstance she passed me
She possessed things out of count,
She has a beauty which many
People started purchasing from her.
If she passed the beauty she has
She undoubtly turned to jinn.

Dress ever beautifies her not
But rather she beautifies it,
Whenever she dressed up
She used to be like she was purred
Into the dresses.
She has juicy lips
That were drenched internally
With ascorbic acid.
Her hair-follicles are so soft
And so black that bring soft
Hair that I ever felt so soft
As my finger mistookly touched softly.
Her voice is as soft as wild honey
Dripping from a tree of honey,
Also her skin is as softer as silk,
Anytime she laughs,
Her cheeks bounce
And her dimples appear,
Making apertures of shyness
Rupture into the cheeks.

Anytime we're plodding
Just to pacify our living
She used to leave me behind
Leaving me with soaring
Heart. When she noticed it,
She used to halt to wait
Me in order to reach her.
When I approach her.
Then I could go along with her.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: romantic
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