Captive

Vividly comes to mind, the mighty day
of piercing screw in my cherished nut
with the liquid of life wasting away
in pain of the exciting sensational thrust

I felt like a Queen and strode with pride
Before my pride got dainted with exposure
For I was deserted on a cunning course
with hatred I sought my ruthless revenge


I saw him and I stopped him
With my hatred, I followed him
Willingly I gave a fresh access
and lost control to the tickling thrusts
O God, how much I really hate him



Poetry by Saheed Giwa
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Written on 2007-12-03 at 15:09

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