Chosen Poem by Nii Kwartei Brhyte - Owoo

I feel like a woman who is wanted,
chosen without hesitation,
I run to the warmth of his arms
between the busy hours of daylight.

In hurried kisses and whispered words,
he makes me feel rare —
like beauty discovered, not borrowed, but unveiled,
until even the breath that finds it hesitates.

And in those fleeting moments,
I am not rushed —
I am desired… and utterly devoured,
consumed by the hunger in his eyes.

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