I Dumped His Silly Ass Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Standing at six foot four
This one is beautiful
Never seen a man so fine
His sight makes you drip
He must be the one
Finally, I found him

He must be a descendant of Pharaoh
Surely, he is an Egyptian Prince
With a very attractive physique
In a body for only the gods
Dear Mummy, he is coming home

Scripting from a girl's playbook
I positioned for attention
I think he was shy
So I walked past and swayed
Then, slothishly I smiled
Trust me, he got the unwritten code

Things moved very fast
Two dinners was all it took
I wanted him more than ever
His height made my mind dirty
I just wanted to feel and explore
Four times I changed my panty liners

Without a word said
I could tell from his eyes
Something was bulging from beneath
With all the courage he mustered
"Shall we leave now? "
I smiled, it was a big yes

Like a skilled hunter
He gunned for the hook
His skill was an amazement
Giving insights to my expectations
He carried me like a Baby
In the bathtub we kissed passionately

Right there, on that cold night
He touched and caressed
Nothing else mattered
I just wanted him in
Standing at six inches three
He slid in, ticking my fantasy

Just before he started
He got off. Yes he did!
He got off before he got in
What the heck! Not again
I judged by the cover
And fired amiss

Come back Baby, come!
Suddenly, he dozed off
Snoring like a beast
Dissatisfied and discontented
In that deadness of the night
I picked my wig and purse
And i dumped his silly ass

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet