Last Sunday, I was minding my business
Reading my bible, God is my witness
My church can be called a sea of crowd
The she walked pass the aisle like a cloud
Slow and gentle, my attention was riven
She moved like a train that was driven
Well-constructed, highfalutin hips
I lustfully drank my stare in sips
Indeed Angels came in likeness of girls
She was all I prayed for, my heart rang bells
I was holding God in my right palm
Thoughts of her on the left, I couldn’t keep calm
After service, I met her one on one
Line fell pleasantly, all said and done

The undying hunger of knowing more of her
Drove me out that evening like a star
In search of his one and only moon
Mind ran agog, “I’ll be there very soon”
So I said before ending the long call
Seat belt on, rolling to her crib like a ball
Flying through the locked PH traffic
“Is this really love at first sight” though a skeptic
Wow, I’m growing roses on concrete gardens
Parked by the gate, eyes perching, heart gladdens
Her phone’s off but text reads “come to room 204”
The girl coming out looks like a complete LovePeddler
Wait “room 204” what will she be doing in a hotel
But the environment spells a coded brothel
Already down at the confluence of confused thoughts
Through the corridor sounds of noisy sex drives me nuts
………………………..watch out for part 2…………………………..