Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2011
She thought,
She is that innocent,
But I knew better
For the walls told me so
Of her romance
With her bathing sponge
Every morning in the tub!,
And of the tub water
Her never ever
Penetrated aisle.
Then the soap lathers……..
She thought,
She is still innocent,
But it’s long stolen.
Written by
Ochiogu Kevin  M
Please log in to view and add comments on poems