A LADY CALLED YENA
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Alas! I have been to the north
looking for a lady with Kayamanta
I went to the south
then to the east
without leaving aside the west,
yet still I couldn't find the one
A second I glanced through a lady,
sleeping in a bus
with her smile coupled with her radiated twilight face.
A Casanova I said I was
Despite with a lady
whom I thought I have seen it all with
Then I realized her name-Yena
A lady whose smile is angelically beautiful
Her lips were fanimorous for licking
and her-laps I know not much
but the little I know
she's endowed with two oranges
quite okay for breakfast
a rejuvenated arse yummy for dinner.
Yena! only God knows where she is from
I couldn't take my eyes off her
but could see her being mine.
You all wonder why I say so.
she's an attention seeker
then I shall become the seeker
giving her what she seeks
so I can have her to myself.
Be it a mistress or not,
immediately, I make Intel's of her
then I realized she is not just an ordinary girl.
but extraordinary to the core
she's a lioness
a drama queen
and a lover at fault
A lady-Yena is her name.
©Fawass Olalekan Adelabu