As she drew closer
Fair and plumpy
With her lips like a razor
Inking pink, purple and plummy
Her tiny fingers wangling
Through the unstable air
Her legs flapping
And luring the bottom to dare

Lust encroached
As imagination nerved my sight
My veins desired her immense touch
Not minding her dreadful plight
My eyes watered with red
The best colour that described my feelings
Death took me inwards
Only to resurrect with just a peck
But all she does is just the eying

Rather feeling warmth
I felt a dazzling cold
My eyes staring in wrath
For only air could my hands hold
Where is the being I admired?
Could that be a spirit so to say?
A companion I nearly desired
That charmed my mood with her ray
For few hours I shut my eyes
All happened, but never real
It’s just a mere dream.

Author: Ejighimike Christian Chiemela.
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27/10/20