Basking On the Acceptance
I’m most in need of a pure dentition
to make each of my flow stay correct
I fall to her hype of perfection
on each of her ten Nays, I resurrect
the ship sail gets bad on navigation
my mast so shy and not for once erect
one hit and more give the irrigation
wets my big hope with her nod direct
a new dawn but seem not from the sun
the race was long on a rose who’s the run
it is the end and I give a big yawn
I now hold her hand and think time will bend
all love SMS gets real on each send
she’s now in love, this I can’t comprehend.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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