The Old Companion
It was sonly yesterday
That Jimmy yearned to lay
And lay with Immy
She wouldn’t have let him
But for his pleas
His eyes so sincere
And love so intense
Immy gave in
Saw in him a companion
In him she saw a lover
But..
When she let him in
Let him caress her long thick legs
Those that resemble a healthy yam
Dub her curves softly
Press his cold pouty lips onto hers
Then, whispers sweet nothings in her ears.
He lost it
While her eyes pronounced commitment
He became intolerant
And her smiles only disgusted him
HE OUTGREW HER!
Immy longed for his touch
But why would he touch her
When he knew all of her
Enough to mold her
Mold her with his eyes open
Mold her even while blindfolded
So, there was nothing she could give
Immy became stale.
His love then wore glasses
Refrained from blindness
Failed to see the former nymphet.
Her beauty spots turned mere black scars
And dimples
Deep hideous depressions on her cheeks
In his eyes,
She became the replica of ugly.
So, Immy read between lines
Loneliness became a companion of hers
And melancholy swallowed her ebullience
Yet she still loved him
Rita then knew better than to plead with him
If he could not see any good in her
How could she be good then,
When he wasn’t in his mood
Always wearing a hood
Trying to create a feud
Then she left with no traces to miss.
MOKILI PATRICIA F.4 (2017)
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