I was a most innocent, sagacious gentleman,
Till perverted thoughts and tyrannical behaviour gripped my system,
Evanescence of adolescence they called it,
Mature grip was my statement,
I generally thought I was ladies gift from God,
How I plundered ladies minds, plagued their hearts, swept through their lives,
I was just a hoodlum with creative ideas,
Going for the prize – real classy ladies.
Then I saw a woman who still stupefies me,
In a trancelike mood, ego forgotten,
I contemplated and planned,
Of course! I needed a plan of action to conquer,
What was then the queen of High school
All I did was by myself, advance my charm, the job was done!
Mine for the taking, her own words those.
It was heaven I tell you, mature romance,
We were perfect, Bonnie and Clyde style,
We enjoyed each other everywhere,
Mentally, physically, romantically.
And I thought of leaving my Don Juan lifestyle,
That was solved in a jiffy,
I still reckon that day is special,
It was a clean breakup, no emotional baggage,
No feelings just that and surprisingly, I did not feel a THING!
Or so I thought till the memories flooded,
But who am I but babamboga, a simple simpleton,
I climaxed once and contrary to critics’ ideas,
I will rule that scene again