Robed in Borrowed Clothes
Behold the Goddess of the Sunasking me out in the middle of the night
Her gown ravages the floor
like the winter's in unity
Her breasts are like paw-paw
as beautiful as a banana
I have never had the opportunity
to dine with a beautiful woman
talk more of the Goddess of the Sun
I have actually being robed in a borrowed robe
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-05-03 at 15:56
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