The Lady Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Come to me the one whose heart is tender,
so handsome that your organ must be my shop,
ti ko ba kin se oko eni ashaje ale eni,
in this life of mine, i've not set my eye on one that is better,
let's enjoy the best of our time for the scent of my bed is laid in group.

Thanks mostly for this invite of which can't be find in many,
you're the gem of beauty from where Dubai take its glory,
everything in you is made perfect even before creation,
let not lies be told of glamour that is laid in your body,
even David swing to it in no care of his generation.

Hear, hear not her words so my spirit says,
as she blinks her eyes and swing her tongue like snake so she is,
her lap is death and bed is hell,
Joseph in his might was aware that he has more story to tell,
in defense of the glory that might be lost to the joy of erection,
free sex is free and destruction.

The good man is gone from our end whose death we evoke,
jet age the assassin of our sanity,
divorce here and there the source of our past joke,
neither parents nor place of worship is different to take off this yoke,
who then will make our world and generation the place of sanity?