Nikie My Love
Pretty eyes angel face,
Little more minds love best,
Hot blood skin bright,
Always you fill my space.
You could rise from afar,
I sensed your presence,
I ride bicycle not cars,
Yet you chose me not opulent.
Only fifteen years old,
Felt str ong heart connects,
You said you love me mi amore,
Too old is what I was for you.
That night on thanks giving,
You said you dreamt of me,
My manhood inside you,
"The feeling was electrical" she said.
Sixth grade you mentioned,
They excite you spiritually,
Could have let you have it bigger,
Edifying was all in your dreams.
Sixteen years old mom,
Too much love you carried,
Only if they could let you be,
To feed young minds was your mission.
Nakairis my dream land,
In you is where I live,
Till I get to see you again,
At the end of these misery.
Copyright © Brigita Kibasa | Year Posted 2018
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