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He touched me

He touched me As his eyes peered into my soul His hands defining my form took a stroll His beard was like a mowed lawn at its pace Sweeping my baby bottom face He touched me And I was never the same He did what he was told And for being a pro, he is not to blame Cause his fourth digit bore a piece of gold His peck sent shivers down my spine And left me hanging in the clouds Wishing he was mine My head popped My heart stopped My hairs hopped My feet flopped My mind drifted Cut!!! And I realized it was still a play © Chidiogo Ibe (Radiant)~ 28/04/2014

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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