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My Rock Of This Age




My rock of this age

Master of my rage

Our love was no scam

It was a bestseller from the second we met on the gram

From Facebook to Twitter,

Our friendship grew deeper

From WhatsApp, we arranged our first dinner

There I confessed I was love sick, and you alone were my sexual healer

What started as a game, is now 100 percent sure bet

Our feelings grew, like Nigeria's foreign debt

No connection, yet I found you in one search faster than the internet

You make me do the impossible, with a smack of your lips

My penis defies gravity, goes up and never comes down, with the roll of your hips

I've always loved vain things, trust me I'm not narcissistic

Mundane things irritate me, I will only thrust you if you pack a load of spontaneity

I didn't mind you were materialistic

My income wasn't dull, it was artistic

I like it when the lips glow

In response to my hello

And the eyes go

brighter than the angels halo

You claimed your worth was costlier than gold and silver

I was willing to pay for a body whose depth ran deeper than a river

In the end I couldn't part your thighs with my rod

Maybe, because I wasn't Moses and you weren't God

You were the serpent who led Moses astray from God's plan

Deceiving me into believing I was your only man

Unlike Moses, I didn't even see the promised Land

I only felt your pant when you guided me down there by my hand

The day I lost my job was the saddest day of my life

Yet your indifference and nonchalance when I cried, hurt worse than a cut from a knife

It's been one year since we broke up

Just because I peeped under your crop top

I've stalked and watched your hips grow

With my savings you stole, to craft your butt the perfect O

God punish you, I pray

Oh please get a job or tell me something new, you say




Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne



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