Stop and stare
At that girl with enormous breasts
They bounce and jiggle as she sways
Tempting me to touch
To know her
And dally with her
Stop and stare
At that lady with oval-shaped face
An epitome of African beauty
Alluring me to own her
To behold her dailyAs my trophy wife
Stop and stare
At that plump dame with large behind
Her gait accentuates her curves
Inviting me to touch it
To play with it and praise it
To go to bed with it
Stop and stare
At yourself lusting and staring
Your loins are at attention
Sin dancing in your mind
You didn’t see the car
That cleared you to the curb
2 comments:
Now here Agbonmire, i will be a lil critical. I dont often do peoms, but i have been in too many literary readings and Critique sessions to identify good peoms. I have a robelm with this post. Why? It's too Prosaic! What do i mean by this?, i can easily join the lines of each verse to form a prose. It makes the post sound ordinary. Poems are deeper and richer and shouldnt be necessarily complex or difficult to understand. You can do the same poem...with the same message without sounding prosaic.
I know you can re-work this. You have done greater stuff.
Taking nothing from you, you are a great writer.
thanks again,ur criticisms re always welcomed....make me a better writer, i think i need to learn hw to rewrite nd rewrite nd rewrite...since it a blog, i am always rushing to post wat i just wrote..
thanks again, u re a pal, who wd always tell me when my face is dirty...
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