Can We Talk

We have gone through sweet pains
Some natural, some man-made,
Gossips nearly tear us apart
Strict rules were tied to your legs.

Convid 19 came like a bad omen
To choke our sweet memories
Rumors filtered from lips to ears
To keep us closely apart.

Though you have conditioned
my libido, under lock and key,
To strictly follow the due process
By paying dues to tradition.

The high heaven knows
How cherished you are to my heart
Your African beauty seduces my eyes
My thighs are dead to emotions.

But you see, I have a problem
My eyes are charmed to fairness
And slim-fittedness arrest my being
Character, though skin deep,
Makes me a slave.

This, I have battled for years
Could this be Agwu?
Daily I slay on my knees,
Presenting my supplications to Yahweh.