Lost In Her World Poem by Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi

LOST IN HER WORLD

Besmirch my pride!
For we are lovebirds that shine.
Read through my lips
It will tell the tale of eve.

Call me a man,
Moan my name in delight
Take it in tranquility
I am the awarding fructifier.

I am sick of virginity,
Lead my hands through
the passage in between your chest
Allow me touch for perfection.

Give unto me the blow of a job
I got too much of a juice
And too much of a sauce.

Hear the cry of my Moses staff
Ready to dive strictly
in your deep ocean.

Tonight, I am no gentleman,
For I shall screw with my man
Romeo out of your Juliet.

With this pot of love,
We shall make
a feast for taste
Call me a man
Moan my name in delight.

(C) Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
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