The curves and bumps of her body,
Are testaments of God’s artistry.
I thought, to milk i was allergic,
Till i tasted the product from the two factories,
Rising on the soft plains of her chest.
In her i found home,
Within her fleshy legs, i found paradise.
Where i wish to hide till forever.
I thought i would always be immortal,
Until her soft fingers landed on my body,
That slowly drained the life in me.
I had vowed to be a holy monk,
Until i set my eyes on her dancing behind,
At that moment, I dropped my rosary to touch myself.
People asked why i am not holy like Jesus,
I said, if Jesus could see what i witnessed,
Trust me, he will never die as a virgin.
Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
And i said Dear God, forgive me, for i know not what I am doing.
The author of this poem, Muhammad A. Kabeer, popularly known as Kab Tex is a 300L social studies student of university of Ilorin, he is a young writer, who is aspiring to be published writer. He loves to write to explore the events and happenings of the society. He had a poem (Coffee) published in Jide Badmus’s coffee anthology.