I Need More Ride (Part 2) Poem by Garba Ado Ibrahim

Throne of my heart,
Is in these beautiful hands.
Glaring at her stretched,
And amazing hands,
Like a child,
Glaring at his favorite sweet,
In his mother's hand.
I have forgotten all the alphabets,
My school teacher taught me,
Except those that form your name.

I see in every figure,
I cast a look at,
Most sensetional and sexy figure,
Of my generation and the next,
One thousand generation to come.

Oh! My God bless my friend sleep,
His ride has paid.
Chance of my survival,
In your decision my love.
Only when i see you,
My memory functions,
Except for your functions.

Please! You keep in your record,
I love you.
She opened her mouth to say some words,
Ride was over.
I woke with start.
Please! My friend sleep,
She wan'ts to say she loves me.
Come back i need more ride.
I swear for that,
i will owe you forever.