Oh what sight my eyes behold
What charisma she carries
Her warm, luscious figure I long to hold
Would she accept these berries?
She beams with chastity
Hope she be so
A none replaceable beauty
Different from all I know
Why come up now you coy spirit?
When I don’t need you most
Depart! For it’s my time for merit
I will take her to the coast.
Copyright © CHIOMA ONYEKABA | Year Posted 2014
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