Guilty Pleasure.

Like sunrise and sunset,
Illumination at the end of a tunnel.
Unexpected snow on a summer afternoon,
So much joy dominating the gloom.
Like an oasis in the middle of a desert,
Could she have felt any better?

His hazel eyes,
They lift up her soul.
One moment with him and all her fears fly,
This feeling keeps making her whole.
His calm can only be rivaled by the stillness of a lake
Being with him assuaged all pain
His smile radiates with the brightness of a thousand suns

She wanted him fiercely
All day, her mind is filled with thoughts
Imaginations of how his sturdy hands would feel on her skin
What he could do behind closed doors
His lips, would they drive her into a frenzy?
Would she shudder in his arms?
Are his slender fingers capable of making her crazy?
Would the ecstasy throw her into a semi-sane dance?

She's spellbound
She wants this to be special
All she craves is a never ending love,
From this perfectly created brown man.
But deep in his eyes, whenever she stares,
All she sees is a lustful desire.
He obviously doesn't love her half as much,
His needs are right between her thighs.

Should she give it up?
Feel as glorious as Aphrodite for just a moment
Experience the inexplicable,
And yet, be left with an eternal regret?
Or should she not?
Beneath the abyss of her heart, the answer dwells.
So much gloom dominating the joy amidst her guilty pleasure.

The dilemma of a 21 year old virgin.

                                                                  'Debola Ade-Aduwo (@Adebola_x)
                                                                         Student & Writer.