The only one who

could make my bravery

prostrate to the harp of her heart

The only one whose

swagger could abase

the shimmer of my manhood

and massive muscle

She cast a spell,

not a bargain,

yet my soul smiled

with an unseen trust,

that it would smile

from the strike of her heart's harp

Honoured by Zeus,

worshipped by Aphrodite

anointed by Apollo,

she surely was the walking platinum

that bewildered manhood

She took her steps like sunlight,

the was know glitter like her,

my ego broke out in a cold sweat,

colder than iceberg,

because she was volcanic

and her beauty was an eruption

of passion,

my she was a cardiac Pinatubo,

or the Pompei of my soul

It was like, I was clothed

by a thousand avalanches,

a chill not even a snowman would feel,

but only her, knew

the way to arose the glazing fondness

of a man,

and my body, my soul, my spirit,

and more importantly my heart,

remains arrested with desire

due to her magnetic field,

seduction was the cologne

she wore,

she was spicy!

                                   By Kakraba Afful