Caroline Poem by Kiberenge Collins

Caroline,
Allow me write this line,
And let us toast our wine,
For I don't wanna whine,
Lest you be afraid,
When on my springy bed you are laid,
Like I very much said,
You have to get paid,
A thousand dives,
Until you gasp,
Until you yawn,
It's then I will pat your back!


I like your eyes,
Though you always vie,
With a lot of lies,
To unhook your disguise,
Not that on my bed you lie,
But because too often you die,
For me when you sight,
My muscular countenance!