IT'S NOT MY FAULT
It's not my fault I love her the way I do,
Her beauty alone pack me up like pool balls in a cue,
Ready to be scattered all over her like bees in a honeycomb,
Knowing fully well being with her feels much like home.
It's not my fault I praise her the way I do,
Her sense of reasoning doesn't apply to all but a few,
Always offering the best she can in terms of care and encouragement,
Having it in mind that her motivation could lead to a massive self-fulfillment.
It's not my fault I prioritize her like I do,
Her level of discipline is colorful than the effects of a graphical hue,
Her persistence to put a smile on my possessed face remains unmatched,
I don't want to ever have a reason to get detached.
It's not my fault I want her close to me at every chance I get,
The taste of her lips arrange my system in a fine and orderly set,
With the finely carved curves she possess so mesmerizing,
The currents her touches pass through my body are high enough to cause a confused uprising.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
PoesieBLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE is a poetry collection about rare opinions on the reality, truth, and fiction surrounding the mysterious existence of life. As the author of this masterpiece, my theoretical knowledge explains my comprehension on the highs and...
