A fire; checked, burned in me.
Not by pride, ego or slight.
But by the still,small voice
Nudging me away from need and want
To that which I thought 'good' and 'respectful'
For you see milady;
O slender cynosure,
Your beauty obtruded on my sight-
My lids could not be blinded to it.
I breathed it like the Okochi air,
Reeking of Nzu.
Always longed to nibble at it
Off the tips of your bosom
With untrammelled pleasure-
The expected effect of your sweetness.
Always dreamt of-
Kneeling and worshipping
At the temple
Bound by your shimmering thighs.
To drench meself with your innocence
Beyond the length of time.
And amidst all these,
With the best of intention
Tell a truth that shames lies
Of how you smothered me
With flickering new embers
And fanned in me- a fresh flame of love.
Yet, I waited for the right time.
I wish I knew then was the right time!
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