Free Food Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

FREE FOOD
As he watched her expose it partially to him,
He smelt it but never wanted to taste it.
A voice in his head said, 'Eat! It's free.'
But he never wanted to transgress the hedge.
He could have resisted if he's a rug of wood;
As messages from his brain kept surging,
His body ringing loud, waiting for response.
He was so aroused to pick the call,
Coming from that well dressed dinning bed,
From the pretty erotic door long desired.



Chilled at the glimpse of laps that went ajar
He used to escape this invitation like a gazelle.
But to him, the winter needs craved hot dinner.
The sight pierced his spine, he stood electrified;
Like a naked warrior disarmed, rank stripped.
Blindly he sent his hands to spy, feeling all.
In pleasure his dry lips reported to take his fill,
Doing what he liked; didn't like what he's doing.
Slowly he strolled to the region for full meat.
Glad and sad, he's about to consummate,
A shout came to his head like Samson did hear
He woke to see it's a free food on a fish hook.
©2012