You twist like a serpent and smile like a goddess
Each swing of your waist
Is a heavy throb in my heart
The way you call my name
Makes me melt like wax in the sun
The way you sing my praise
Makes me freeze like ice in the cold
I refuse to feast my eyes on your yellow skin
Since they are fresher than Eden's apples
Though I have never seen angels before
But I know they can't be more beautiful
When I go to bed at night
I see you in my dreams
Holding my hands in the breeze
As we run down the beautiful alley
Wait... Who are you stranger?
I don't even know your name?
You came in the middle of my marriage ceremony
And interrupted its proceedings
I left the hall in hunt of your beauty
Only to find out it was all a lie
You are not all you claim to be
You are a whitewashed sepulchre
A palace painted in gold
Yet a dangerous den of death
This is to all my brothers out there
Whose heart are trouble at the sight of every beautiful girl
Not all that glitters is gold
© Olatuja Oloyede
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