It takes two to tangle
These lover birds at an angle
It was long both crossed path
Today, emotions will tear them apart.
Two lips at war with each other
Their emotions give order,
Hands creep like snake
Tongues move to the nake.
His hand fondling her soft breast
Hers moves up and down without rest
His odogwu stands still,
Jacking up, waiting to till.
Trousers and skirts are caught in the web,
No one dares denial his/her ebb
This, a generational madness
The society dwells in sadness.