My lover has a lover,
whom all her love, she showers.
Sadly, it's not me,
this brute I have to admit .
This moment, they're in a lip lock,
that moment, they're together behind doors,
I am but an ordinary makeshift
in this annihilating relationship.
She says no to all my requests
but readily grants her lover's excerpts.
Secrets and words meant to be mine
are told to my lover's lover, why?
Her face as clear as crystals,
Meant for the pleasure of my fingers.
But, this luxury I'm unfairly deprived,
meant for this lucky guy.
Perfect imperfection, selective selection,
their exhilaration, my perdition.
My lover has a lover, this brute I have to admit.
My lover has a lover. Sadly, it's not me .
Alabi Muheez Ajibola Marquez
©Aj Maverick
am3mm10@ptsolest
Nice poem, too many big words.
Huh?
Okay sir... Will avoid them
am3mm10@ptsolest