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Jan 2020
I need to confess my sins
That all my prayers be answered
With a fitting open cleave front
Hair covered with agenda
The opening separated me from him
He is every woman's want
My prayer just got answered
Even before confession started

Who is she?
He ruminated on this for weeks?
Until my phone rang
With a request to prepare soup
I made my best banga soup
Right in his kitchen
I raised up my legs
On his kneels, I went to heaven

No mortal ever touched me like that
The words came slowly
"Touch your toe", he said
Then he played the opera
It was "waoh", I went wild
Right then and then
I vowed, "May this never end"

If this be a sin
We will go to hell fire together
The way he touched my *******
I wondered where he got experience
He is supposed to be celibate
I looked straight in his eyes
Have you ever done this?
"I watch adults he said"

He turned me over
Legs raised like a pole vault
The sunset in between his legs
For a moment I lost my sanity
Slowly I muttered, "Marry me"
This is sacrilege I know
But may this never end
My Priest got great stunts

Never have I felt so young
Nor been to heaven and back
My young lovers could not match his dexterity
He pounded me like a Lion
Seeing him makes me wet
I had to change my place of worship
But it was a fairy tale...

We desecrated the altar
Abused the holy annointing
For moments of pleasure evermore
Each time I see him
Adorned in his ecclesiastic robe
I see a **** star, my love
If only he will abandon the call
But he said "No", because Mama said so
True love is just not fair
Why did I fall in love with a Priest

The worse happened
I got really served
Who gets pregnant for a Priest?
When he moved to sin city
He realised he wanted a legacy
He wanted the child
A product of our sacrilege
Against his will, I flushed it
Our child was gone
I lost him forever
Only then did I truly realise
"Anamachikwanu" is not a love song
Written by
Babatunde Raimi
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