I have this intense sensation to flirt,
Through the wild street of your mind.
But then I have to use the zebra crossing (lol)
For vehicles with empty hemispheres
The wheel might be on the road.
Reach the junction,
That leads to your imagination,
I would drop my armour of caution,
And champion the cause of a noble
I would be in the frontline,
Naked of superiority, of abuse, of
When you open your window,
You won’t catch me pants down (lol)
By then I would be clothed with love,
Unity, honesty and trust. Dust,
May stain and dirt my clothe,
And make me look so ugly,
Making my hair too,
Look so messy
I can’t figure you making an SOS call
Cos you rarely do that.
I see you resplendent,
Beaming with a smile of confidence,
After brushing (past ten) with
With a bowl of water,
Swimming in it a big bar of Keysoap,
Which would give me hope,
To say ‘It’s not my fault’.
To which you would give me a
Respond ‘UR FACE’
……..nyt nyt Baby Yaa