COLD FEET

COLD FEET

Coco!

That was how I fondly called him

And much like a video clip, I can vividly recall each clandestine slide

As the image remains ever planted like a cemented concrete

Coco! my coco!

The same who drugged my celibacy with cracks of immorality

Forcing me to let go of acetic values, as I naively succumb to his erotic cantrip

My name is Rose Patrick

Once a model maiden, not until he first winked to admire this beautiful clay

Inducting my soul to the ugly exercise of romantic gym

And hail no I can only wish nothing did happen

Still wishing I can kill the day flesh granted him licence to my pubic village

Yes I could hear purity weep

With the Holy book thunderously echoing her chaste lines as  those contain in verse 18 of first Corinthian 6

Yet deceit kept speaking.

And I couldn't help but hearken

For so anxious I was to wear 'finger metal'

And now  here am i realising how not unconnected a fool I was

How cheap an amorous tool I had volunteered to become

Please clean up my mess, for I am too ashamed to behold your face

Jesus you can have my heart for laundry

And please help iron my carnal thoughts from rumples of amatory

# NEVER MISTAKE FORNICATION FOR A MARRIAGE YARDSTICK # 

WRITTEN By: JOY EKPO