Strange, But True Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Strange, But True



A virgin
A chocolate
In a chocolate shop
Being her first time
We all have our first

Watch her
Yourself in her shoes
She desires more
If you are insensitive
A cunning player steps up
And offers her the next candy
Strange, but true

If you find him
Turn him to your gigolo
Should you find her
Let her be your whore
As you dance in the other room

The Cock chases
Mounts the Hen
Cums and disembarks
Then the Hen chases the Cock
Common! We are higher animals
For your sake, up your game

Back in the days
Prostitution was a cult
Dominated by women
Known by men
Especially the unfaithfulls
Mens world they claim

What's the point going down?
When you are a weakling
She makes you feel good
Just not to bash your ego
The Driver is always there though
With him, she goes to Jerusalem

They talk about it friend
They don't spare anything
The size, time lasted, they gossip
If she is bold to say
"I didn't cum", you're lucky
Stop being selfish

Men are like electric bulb
Tuned in by what they see
Women are like electric iron
They come along slowly
You've got to proceed nicely
Until you attain her zenith
Stop this selfishness, please!

High libido ain't no crime
If you purchase a product
And it doesn't meet specification
Speak up. "Dem no dey use shame drink poison"
Next time, look before you leap

Solve this puzzle
A "newbie" mates the first time
Gets attached to the mate
Closely knitted they become
As the subject explores more options
The attachment gradually dwindles
Until finally, it fades away
Like a rushing wind
Why?

You want a happy home?
Sexual intimacy and satisfaction is key
Bad boys and girls knows this
Wanting to cum your cum
Doesn't make a whore or gigolo
Guys, if you want a virtous woman
Amongst all, meet her at the middle also

No need for aphrodisiacs
Eat and exercise well
Sleep and maintain work, life, balance
Only then can the cumming be sweet
When your mate is happy
Everyday will be christmas

Be advised!
A man looking for a wife
A man looking for casual sex
Are two different things
Until you find him
Close that lid
Bed undefiled...

A beautiful virgin got married
She fell into a temptation
He was a stud man.
The experience, mind blowing
She divorced her man
"Why? The Priest queried
Her response: "I never knew what I was missing all those times.
Men, if you need help, please seek

Start with communication
Then foreplay; from the periphery
Sexual satisfaction is mental
To access the different buttons
That will take her to Jerusalem
You needn't be big
Just the right buttons
Only then can you maintain your "Kingliness"

Did you actually get here?
Congratulations! You made it
Now, go back, read slowly
Then stop, ruminate
What do you think?
While this promotes sexual pleasures
It is, as prescribed, bed undefiled
Towards a happy home...

If you have been afraid
If you ever held back to say it
Or you just didn't know how
I just helped you say it poetically
Make sure your mate sees this
Final advise
Before you judge
Make sure you are perfect...

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet
+2348178827380 & +2348035063895

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