Posted by Opeyemi Joe on
She has her fright
The fears of cruel plight
Everyone accords her.
How pure, so pitch, such phobos!
Yet, her dreaded person
Met me awaiting her return
Me, my gal
Aside a crumbling wall
Our tryst - fully conscious of the perilous peril -
To flirt, fondle and kiss
The deeds of the dark.
She scoffed
What an affront
An insult on her person!
And would have showed us
Her real stuff
But for mercy that stood in the breach
To stay the crumbling wall
From a fatal fall.