The Man that sold respect for a kiss

He sold respect
For a piece of kiss
To the old maiden
With red lips
Still enough
To be his kid
But His heart burnt
With lustful ring
Chasing after her pants
With red ant’s sting
Hungry and sore
He longs for her breast
With pitiful but happy feel
The man that sold respect
For a piece of kiss
Little wonder
Why he lost his teeth

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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