GEORGE THE TIRED POET

📸 Shot By GMP . 💁🏾‍♂️ Model: Hana . (My Love Diaries). Looking at her, I found solace  Her dazzling eyes Have the odor of Beauty. My eyes glued to her wasp like waste, Made me lose my breath, For I picked Oxygen  From  her sweat. She said, I think you love me, I said, no just know that I love you. She smiled with dissatisfaction. She said, I can not live without you, Only if you tell me that you love me. I grasped my breath and told her How the beatings of my heart make me sleepless. She almost cried, Then I kissed her  The taste of her lips was a calling. For we froze in Poetry. © George William Ochago. @George The Tired Poet. 12th Sept, 2024. 00:15 (Prompt Poetry). Poetic Thursdays.

📷 Courtesy Photo. He taught me how to hold him. He taught me how to squeeze him tight. I didn't know he was using me as ace -ace of his game. He plays games of Romantic fame. His fame brought hatred to our kissing and squeezing.  The day he held my waist,I felt at cloud nine. All the world around me was sparkling with romance.  George always told me to trust him but I have lost it. The lips I kissed kissed a thousand more lips in my absence.  I was his laboratory.  He tested his strength below my pubics.  He always tried to bring in that art of intimacy to my feelings.  It was just a game.  He made me a prototype of his below the pubics games. He is that fool who even broke my virginity.  What hurt me more is he played with my virginity.  His being  a Jack and I an ace Made me create a rift-a corridor that disconnected our worlds. I know George is a fool who fooled my feelings.  Our love was and will never be untold....