Of her tiny waist...

At first my hatred for her love was with pleasure
A type without measure
I never allowed her to kiss a note
And if asked to end her career, I will vote.

For I preferred to visit the land of Nod
Than pay her works a visit
Till I had an unforgettable encounter
That made me to make a bold approach.

I thought her flow will freeze
And her tube break
If my shivering hand
Take hold of her tiny waist.

Sleepless nights do I experience
If I romance not her a day
Or any relation of hers or the wets on the white sheets
Should this still be called adultery or bigamy? Hell no!

I’m now tied to her APRON strings
And walk on air when I behold her works
I think POETRY IS MY FIRST LOVE and we’ve signed a deal
Forever to be one.

Written by: Okeme Jerome
Edited by: Bankole Kolawole