I Don'T Want To Talk About It Poem by Opelo Boingotlo Letshwiti

Lets talk about the injury which the touch of that hand has laid upon mine.

How about the string of words knitted together in depature by your lips to my bossom.

Lets talk about the sadistic phrases that were tutted at me whilst that conversation.

Rather lets, about The tables that turn, to turn, to turn, and word of verdict ends up in your hands.

Do you remember the Sexual enforcement of your manhood, which never knocked at the entrance of my temple...? ..wait lets not talk about that..

The suspense of waiting to hear you say 'i love you'..

Look i dont want to talk about it.