Poetry: MOSQUITO LOVE by Taofeek Ogunleye

Her lips were red,her looks were free,
Her looks were yellow as gold;
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.

It sucked me first,and now sucks her too,
And in this mosquito our two bloods mingled in it.

Three lives in one mosquito,
This mosquito is you I and our marriage bed.
OH! She's stubborn due to all her actions in response to his romantic advancement.

O Lord! It is a pretence of the part,
Of my lover who feels no emotion,
She's truly in love but does not know how to express it,
Because of the fear of parent and fear of unknown.

Now I'm ready to buy insecticide,
Even if it's very hard.

I dedicate this poem to a special lady. Name: known by my learning colleagues.
                                                              Ogunleye Taofeek