I can't help but be curious of him
Of wanting to know more of him
Wanting to explore the depths of him
Wanting to know how he does what he does
The mere thought of wanting to know isn't enough to satisfy me
I want more than my thoughts and imagination conjuring up ideas
I want to feel, I want to do
Very curious indeed am I

If it wasn't for my curiosity,
I would have never of sold the body of my love to the demons of the world for them to get intimate with,
for them to fornicate with.
curiosity kills,
but he was still the
sweetest
piece
of
sin.

I give it up,
I gave my love virginity away
to the seeds of Adam.
The ones that woman was made from the dust of
I need cleansing,
I want what I once had back

If I knew I would have never of
played in loves playground,
and this is all because
of my curiosity.

By Cheyanne Ntangu

In your presence, I become curious.
Alone, with thoughts of you I ruminate.
An infatuation so infectious.
Oh, how you make my life illuminate.
All I ever hear from you is silence.
What makes you so reserved, timid and shy?
Oh what I’d give to make your acquaintance.
So I listen and wait when you are nigh.
A quick connection of the eyes, a glance.
Your acknowledgement I’m barely given.
So strong is my desire for a chance.
Allow me your love and to you I’d run.
When will a mutual feeling flourish?
No confidence that I’ll gather courage.