Portions Poem by Raimi Babatunde

When I walked away
it dawned on my fragile heart
that I don't have antidote to your portions.
I want back, please.

You left me lonely
with gifts of memories.
Now, I'm lost in your world
so, I'll let my lines speak for me.

Remember our first time
your fangs went right in
and delivered portions yet unmatched
and now, I'm lost in your lusty world.

You danced on me like a ballerina
until I squeaked and hung on a lifeline
I'm losing my breathe.
Please give me doses of your venom, that I may live...