Sex Is Not A Game

She’d played her cards well,
Said the right words rightly,
She’d showed her parts well,
A diagram drawn brightly,
She made HD of her HB,
posterior and anterior,
Take her BLACK dress LIGHTLY… Not her DARK motives that’s ulterior…

She’s a queen with a black heart
Her schemes stay green like the icon of Whatsapp…
Attracting sheep to skin that strays with sins(scenes) without a Flashback…
On her bed of pleasure and death,
She feeds on bread,
Luring them in with her words,
Turning her doors into walls,
Another checkmate of whots as They bleed unheard…

They had more CHANCES than YAKUBU,
yet they couldn’t flee even for THEIR OWN GOOD,
She claimed she had secrets, and was willing to share,
SHE TURNED ROUND ,giving them a REAR VIEW of herself,
Their hearts race but their feet stayed put,
Their thoughts wondered where conscience strayed to,
The first was a mistake but the second, the third, the rest were deliberate looks…

Some people kept on going,
passion leapt on knowing
She would accept on going…
Right now, pants DOWN
like the caskets off going…
More ROUNDS didn’t change the SHAPE of that chest,
six feet deep…
His wish would switch, now
His wish would be,
not for the witch he wished…For But to ask for a king and not a JOKER,
would save you the last LAUGH,
He should have thought twice before he HOOKED HER,
Now his passed the last LAP,
A FISH on her THIGH,… But
If Christ is your last TAP then
It’s a win not a TIE….

#Brothers, we can wait.

#noSEXuntillMARRIAGE

By Worden Enya