Highway To Hell Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

She had waited on the bed for him,
To come and serve her the usual meal.
Three hours had gone without notice,
Waited still, knew the requirement; not a novice.
Then he came around;
A short boxer, paired singlet abound.
Already in the mood to pay the bills,
And leave with her sorrow in clothing's peace.
Then they're drown.
He's caressing the hole with his nails.
Moaning was her, in her desire burn.
Raising legs and hearts and inner tails.
Sin had mated with christians; drown in spell.
The only highway to hell.
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