IN THE DARK ROOMS

 In the dark rooms
Where legs are widely opened
And dicks strongly straightly stand
With sticky silky sweeping brooms
Lies a future awaiting bloom.

In the dark rooms
Where lust is exchanged for love
And trust traded for pretends
With lies boldly coldly told in clomes
Lies a problem waiting to be solved.

In the dark rooms
Of fake pronounced prance promises
To give gold when without silver
With raised dashed smashed hopes
Lies true unaltered falter happiness…

Summary of the above poetry

This is more than tortoise story. CONCLUSIVELY IT TALKS ABOUT THE FAITHFULNESS AND DECEITS OF LOVE AND LUSTS. UNDER A FEW SECOND OF SEX. THE MOUTH CAN MAKE WEIGHTIER AND SACRIFICIAL PROMISES WHICH MAY BE POSSIBLE OR IMPOSSIBLE TO FULFIL. THEREFORE BE CAREFUL WITH THE PROMISES U MAKE WHEN U ARE GLAD.

© Details By: Odudu-God Ekan
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