By:Mwende Mercy
smitten, conscience
smitten, love smitten,
blinded I was, couldn't
put up with anyone pointing his mistakes,
how dare they talk ill
of my man, of course I was in love,
you know that feeling of
rising goosebumps upon his touch,
weird shallow breath as
he blows airy kisses on my neck,
trip to the moon as he
caresses my body
gosh! so wonderful,
amazing.
like a drug, I was drawn
to him, intoxicated to point of no return,
trying to flee as I
could, but it could be useless,
still finding a way
back, back to my man, my addiction,
wine-like taste was his
lips, as he devoured mine,
damn! so hard to forget
the crazy euphoria when we merged,
I think it was lust? or
maybe it wasn't.
how could I forget the
lingering cologne on his body?
makes me not to let go
of his pleasuring memories,
got illusions of his
shadows in my room, my bed,
whispers of naughty,
nasty words in my dreams,
No! there it goes, the
massacred pleasure, digging into my deeper lengths,
repeated strokes then
culmination of speaking in tongues as volcanoes erupt.
the grand finale came as
a surprise, didn't expect it to be so quick,
all became stories,
building up to our past,
ooh! what transpired
between us? I don't have a clue about it,
just woke up one day
"let's call it quits" informed the note.
now I'm overwhelmed with
emotions of love and disgust to him,
how could he just let me
taste the meal without eating it?
he was my possession, I
owned him,
dude just left me
flabbergasted, maybe it was sort of wicked love,
bro's memories marked
the end of our love era.
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