OBIORA

Similarity of synthetic fibers
He took the golden chance
To start an unexpected chat
Even though, the attire differences are clear.

His Arms wrapped round her curvy waist
Pretense-full words coming out of his oral cavity
Making her face him, gently he pulled
For a flesh to flesh hug, he demanded.

Obiora
The white skinned-male
That hails from the in-depth of Igbo-ora
Mouth coated with false passionate tales.

Fingers locked with hers, passionately
Allowing the full flow of feelings, rhythmically
Making her struggle inwardly
She succeeded in denying the feelings-flow, strongly.

Persisted, He held on her hands
Complimenting a seen image of her
His eyes spicing the sweet coated tongue
All these are not new as long as it’s Obiora.

Obiora
The white high-tempered viper
Sweeping same feathered ladies off their feet
Making them utterly speechless at his touch.

Obiora
The white selfish, lustful leader
Serpent tactics makes him the best
A being’s hope must not be built on him.

Hands detached from his losing connection
Never to be his victim, she made a decision
Nor be passionately moved by his touch
As these features are inscribed in his gene, doubting a cure.

By Olaleye Damilola