Hunting the Loins

HUNTING THE LOINS My heart is too weak to call for helps Finding a suitor that has sight is like training for biceps Which assurance is decided on too many things Luxury is a perfume that attracts the availables Only for my soul to refuses their lies called valuables Quench my taste of what it is to live Buy me space in your earth for me to till I prefer a garden with the shrubs thought i have for you This fight of swordsmanship is a sport i don't play spectator to Give me a chance to win your pride My leisure Honorable pleasure Invaluable treasure Ocean without measure Wind without seizure Rule my uptown For i want to buy your downtown forever. poet : oluremi samuel