Oh My Love Is Gone
With her in my sight,
Her breast did i long to clasp.
Then,did her display elate me,
But now she'd wroth a story.
The radiance of her eyes,
Toss me around like a dice.
And when she push out her lips,
In enjambment did my hand give them tips.
Then,her gown swept away locality,
But none can again fit her charity.
Her beauteous beauty and it sorts,
Is now away from me: virus bought.
Oh,how i wish i can again clasp your breast?
And again peacefully on my pillow with you have a rest.
C.2017
Copyright © Adeyemi Joshua | Year Posted 2017
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