Mrs. Dabiri's Asaro

The dreams kept me going The image kept me wanting I couldn’t think of nothing else My mind , 100% occupied He got jealous, yes jealous ‘Cos I was cheating on him as far as he could see Couldn’t hear his words no more My mind was fixed, I wasn’t going to falter I moved, closer and closer I sweated on both hands and feet My eyes transfixed, my heart missing beats He was angry but I was out of reach Moving away from him once more And causing him pain once again Would I miss him, didn’t want to think Not that it mattered at this point in time My moment of bliss, that moment When my lips touched and my tongue rolled the moment I ate Mrs Dabiri’s ASARO

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