You had this alluring carriage about you
that stopped me dead on my track,
the very day I set my eyes on you.


I believe I was blinded by some
superfluous emotions which your
ovally excited fangs lusciously fed on,
from my delectable jugular.


It's awfully easy to creep under my skin,
unapologetically rob me of every stowed
away supplies that have been neatly contained...

Culled from 'The Dirt Road' by Mustapha Modupe

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