I want him by Siyasanga Wavhudi Jackson-Sijadu

Fuck!!! I hate this feeling of uncertainty!
Fuck, Fuck Fuck!!! I hate knowing I’m stuck to him like glue when fish in the sea are plenty.
Damn it I hate feeling like my world is coming to an end every time that stupid phone doesn’t ring.
Bloody hell every time I hear him speak I feel like a servant bowing down to her King.

It is a sign of weakness, ye...t it fuels me like riotousness.
I hate that the passion lit within me craves for him everyday.
My body steams up with pleasurable pain as I try not to obey this ticking vaginal bomb.
Oh yes I’m strong but even the strong fail.

Oh Lord I hate being drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Dear lord you know he ignites my blood and yet he leaves me tame.
Good God take away these feelings for I am about to erupt like a volcano
I say no but all I mean is YEBO!!!

I want him, I want all of him.
I want him and his rattling snake to dwell within my secrete realm.
I want him to take me and reap me apart till I start to sprout tears of agony.
I want him to touch me till parts of my body burst into symphony.

I want him to look into my eyes as I bleed with eternal affection.
I want him to see as my body trembles like it is being sectioned into a dozen pieces.
I want his kisses to linger with me for eternity.

Yes Dear Lord it is blasphemy but it feels like sanity.
Castrate me and feed me to wolves but I am proud to stand on pimped up stools to say
…….I want him, Dear Lord in Haven, I want him.