He drives my type of car,
And to me, that’s impressive;
Toyota Camry (Muscle) is good enough for a banker,
Even as a young executive.
I know I wanted him to approach me,
So I got myself in the receptive position;
Heavily starched white agbada, looking all prim,
He’s the type I want accompanying me to every occasion.
I punched my number on his iPhone 6S
While he picked another call on his Samsung S6.
Yes there were no 6 packs, but some nice biceps
Were on the body of this guy called Afis.
Daily as our conversations drew, I liked him more,
He adored me, but doesn’t want to commit.
At first this was mutual, that for sure,
But soon, I wanted more, I must admit.
He had strange name on his contact list,
Lolo 1, Trisha Bj, Funmi Pekas, Jenny Cova.
Whenever I ask about them, he says ‘no risk”,
More so I’m his woman, his true love.
Whenever we are out, his eyes roam,
Insatiable beast! Am I not enough?
When on top of him, I kill him with sexual ringtone,
Ride him slow, fast, and mostly rough.
“where is this relationship headed?” I inquired.
He replies “ we agreed no commitment, remember,
But then I give you the care and attention required”.
Those words were enough to wake me from my slumber.
Then one day, we were acting our own porn,
His phone rings, Bae 1 calls that she’s at the gate.
You need to leave now, says this Yoruba demon,
Who has a main, and I became one of the numerous bait.