Her eyes glued on him
Her pores raised their skirts
…of goosebumps
…in their yearning for him
Even thoughts of his possible touch
…rained her clouds of passion
So she boldly went for him
…and succeeded
II
Her dear Kwabena Appiah was ditched
…like a chewing gum emptied of sweetness
Forson’s fine figure,
His impeccably fitting apparels,
His alluring perfumes,
His flawless skin,
His six packs and
…his designer products,
None spoke of costs
III
But a little time is all it took
…to get the demands flowing
Money for clothes
Money for the gym
Money for skin products
Money for fuel
Money for his time
She began to see the formula on his pictures
…she lost
…in her fascination
When she spoke
…she was reminded of the long queue in wait
…should she default
IV
No matter how hard her body wanted him
She saw not the route to keep him
For she owned no bank
And certainly owned no money tree
She had no wealth
And knew no hardwork which could sustain his demands
So she let go
But her ex had combed the rest and found a gem
Leaving her stranded in regrets
V
She learned too late
…that gold once refined
…needs a secured vault
…and a rich hand to keep it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 2, 2019
Beautiful. I loved it absolutely.
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Thank you. 💞💕🙏🙏🙏
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