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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

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