The Poet: The Taste of Love

I am a player in the game,
I roll her gentling like a ball,
I rob her heart with a love.

I rub her mind with my thought,
I am her daily pill, she wear my
love, on her body like a cream.

She taste my love, she don’t want
to leave, it scent on her skin,
everyone smell it, like a perfume.

Taste of our love it’s so sweet,
I swear we never sweat.

We are so happy, It’s romantic.
Our love story is unique.

Love is sweeter than honey,
We swim in the pool of love.

She crowned me as her king,
I crowned as my queen.

We never quit in our love,
We always listen to our voices
in a quite mood, it’s cool.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha

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