HOW COULD I EXPLAIN?
Seated on a couch
Playing with my little baby
Feeling her little tender touch
Her name is Daisy
My wife had left carrying her pouch
For a meeting perhaps at the church
There cameth she swabbing the floor, body in crouch
Our housemaid, a beautiful young lady
The posture in her transparent dress
Lost my mind into a Lustful daze
She threw me into a total mess
Boiling my blood, setting emotions ablaze
The cries of baby Daisy became meaningless
Everything in the house turned into haze
I was tempted to caress and undress
I couldn't help but just gaze
Eyes popped out like a lightbulb
My trousers ticking like a clock
I imagined myself in a nightclub
Dancing with her, souls interlock
My mind was still in the bub
When my wife entered without a knock
Her eyes on my wet trousers as I tried to rub
Was the feeling worth the snub?
*©Cliff The Poet*🇰🇪
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