She holds him in her arms
yearning for his love,
but what she does not know is that
a handmaid will be with him tonight.
He sees her as his consolation,
but she is glad he calls her
his little nymph when he gropes at her
and runs his hands through her dark hair
calling her his honeypot,
saying he's never had anything
as sweet as her.
Her search for love,
puts her in this little game of confusion
that she has no knowledge of.
Shame on her,
as she's being played on by him.
Isn't it unfortunate,
that she's caught up a second time ,
in this web of misfortune?,
But what else is she,
apart from a pawn who sees
no road ahead of her,
as she craves for love from the
Lord of confusion?.
She refuses to see the red flags
and notice that she is nothing but a pawn
being turned around in his fingers,
as he contemplates where next to
place her.
Is it surprising that the handmaid
is the mother of his child?,
our little nymph ends up
regretting that she refused to
see the red flags?.
She is angry,
that she decided to be a honeypot
instead of a giant and stomp
on his game of confusion,
destroying it.
-Mkpouto.I.Eshiet
- Author: Mkpouto.I.Eshiet ( Offline)
- Published: January 4th, 2022 15:12
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 36
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