One for the Road

I can only but wish I’ll be fine,
Knowing your bags are set to go,
But please cure my thirst for one last time.
Just to hear you moan, not be mine.

I remember how we wine and dine,
Wild captain, your boat, I do row,
My thrust, your ride, and how well we mime,
Styles that made you beg for your spine.

I’ll miss bowing to lick off your shrine,
How I shot you without a bow,
Just one for the road, won’t cost a dime,
You have the apples, I am the pine.

I can only but wish I’ll be fine,
Knowing your bags are set to go,
But please cure my thirst for one last time.
Just to hear you moan, not be mine.

Tomide Abdul

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