Titilating Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

I love Jeans and T-Shirt,
You love honey and molasses!
But, someone told me that,
You have no sandwich around.

Blooming flower where are you? !
For the wind blows and the water flows;
Searching for you and, to be closer to you than ever.

What am i seeing? ! !
They look like the breasts of a woman;
Still searching to find you, blooming flower.

The game of life and the works of love,
The real clue of this game is like a rat-race! !
In deep twilight zones;
With virtual loops to meet your love,
But these breasts are titilating to
behold.