True Story

Deepest brown eyes

Twinkled

In the dim light,

Diffuse early morning sun,

Creeping through the 

Gap in the curtains

In the hotel window. 

She smiled,

A content 

Brilliant white smile

And,

Her lips reached out

To caress my own,

As I traced

The line of

Her spine. 

Fingers on bare

Smooth 

Skin. 

In her soft

Beautiful

Nigerian accent 

She said:

You love all the ladies. 

But

The ladies all love you.