Friday, July 23, 2010


You take your chic out
Serenade her for months
When you hit the jackpot
You suddenly go cold
You don’t call or text
Be like the man
Who after a night of passion
Calls his girl
Sends her a text asking if she is feeling ok
Kisses he goodnight
Waits for her to come online
Talks to her till she falls asleep
Make her feel worthy
Like she is the only woman in the world
Treat her like a queen
Love her
Till the next time
You make love
Do this to your girl
And she will be yours for keeps.


©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection

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