I'm addicted to you
I'm intoxicated by what this is
And I don't even know what it is!
But then again, this i know too well,
you're not everything that I wanted.
The artistry of your fine face is like an art, an art too beautiful to stare but not to buy.
But I won't lie, the poems you constantly write with your hips is all I've always wanted to read. They say something must kill a man, right? Let your waist be the end of me
Seeing myself in the screens of your clueless eyes, You painted me like the Saint, the Saint that I'm not.
I've seen your soul through the windows of your eyes and I've lied, Kemi, you deserve better
with me, you're just another conversation, a moment of bliss, a banter to pass time.
and like the rings in-between the fingers of thanos, it's time to find my infinity stone.
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Author:
Sadiq muktar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 21st, 2025 11:26
- Comment from author about the poem: Your waistline is the only poem I want to read
- Category: Erotic
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Comments3
Errotic, a poem of lust one that all men know from time to time. Purchased love is not love but sex, passion not love but the animal in you. This is a poem of all. Nicely written being subtle but clear in its meaning. Loved it
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I got a sense of one being very honest to a partner, that they are not in for love or the long term, just lust and passion, they are acknowledging their partner deserves better than they can give, nicely expressed and written
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Great write
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