She Is Simply Human
A heartily connecting straw sucks me into her
and her flare and class
present themselves better than scenting ornaments.
A multitude of eyes and cargoes of attention
seemingly make my chances distant and sold.
She’s the lord of the ministry of intimidation
which makes the hands of my masculinity fold.
Competition and curiosity cook passion to its boiling point
but the calls of all senses, I put on hold.
My body movements sell me out in betrayal
but more rhythm for her are yet untold.
By now a community of guys revolves round her orbit
and so therefore to that reality, my heart molds.
An intrinsic dare propels me to be right in front of her
in great composure, I speak but feel so cold.
Her instant acceptance and shocking admiration
is a revelation of me being the one and only who’s bold
and the glorious dividends of adhering to confidence’s scold.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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