Morning Wordplay

She's a tigress

And so I digress
Throw a wrench at her
Come in concave
A congruence I hope
You say intellectual
Prostitution
I say seduction
Losing my ethics
For a future moment
An investment to
Humming the sounds
Of the present
By faxing fantasies
Into dreamy eyes
So we may run wild
With instant passion
Unbridled by history's
Weight
And high on trust
And her sweet curves



Credits
Writer(s): Ore Asonibare
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