Lust, Love and Hope
With addicted eyes,
My hunger for her flesh grows with a lust.
With a naked heart
I vow to shower her with endless love.
With poverty of affection
Her cold hands send cold sweat down my frisky body.
With a cup of endurance in my hand,
I sip the juice of her unrequited love.
Like a hungry toddler in need of mama's breast milk,
I wander her love's desert
With the hope that someday
She will cease to live in denial like Barbara Allen.
Copyright © Chuma Okonkwo