BeHIND CLOSEd DOor

She asked we meet at her house,

And I was like, Aarh!

For she wore mini skirt and blouse,

So I had to leave the door ajar.

Thus how I rather fell to her char.

Oo son of Abel

Fearn't thee the daughter of Jezebel?

For all men, your dad was the last

To be soiled with her lust.

So that in Ghana, aside malaria

All medication has an ability

Far stronger than Viagra

Supposed to enhance sexuality.

She gave me a dose

For the cordial path we paved

And we introduced it to those

Who in Christ, were already saved.

Now they buy it more than us

Taking it in as much as

We have had in our lifetime,

Until their untimely lifeline.

But there's a spirit in man

Able to nurture a holy generation

With pure heart not woven in yarn

In this era of erotic dispensation.

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