Crushed
Concubine thine;
tasteful of mediocrity
Like crushed acidic vine
a misplaced favour
Pseudo credit bliss
sold without honour
Like soured wine.
Your pride
Was without fine
no token paid
You re stolen water
exchange on you was never bargained made
I scent you stolen waters
You sure stinks
like gutters
courtesy
ideas you mates
she but a crushed juicy
You came with a bag of a stranger
I saw you like a crushed fermented citrus,
he sipped of you, you ate up union
in the home of another you fermented
Later you excreted mild commotion
As you tasted
like honey made from crushed sugar perfected deception
Now Samson in chains of you love
With cold hands like vipers juice
You held him tight
Gave him bat's eyes
You crushed his eyes
like red mixed wine in an artist drawings
Crushed into a frame with calmness
to bring aches to his loins
You gaze fully with cost
tearing apart
foundations of his lust
Though seem more attractive
than the home mate
eyes so seductive
tops like mountains
lollipop lips
tongue like fountains
he sees her
through blindness
of her stair
soothing and calm
but her end
is charm slam
Now Achilles is crushed
You deep blue sea.
Like little boat he floated on you
You turned an iceberg
And without control crushed him apart
Made him a derailed train
ignited coals to kill
Like a man's beard
He burning
like bread.
O concubine
Of thine
End
Is a dark tunnel.
And the men
You be crushed
21/4/2020
Copyright © Gideon Idudje | Year Posted 2020
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