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