Open Means Open Means

My she was fritos dipped

in a swarm of chili sauce,

but even if I had her,

my lips will still be calling

for her endless ecstacy

 

My! If I had her,

I would be an instant

celebrity of the human heart,

like oreo,

blessed with the pure

cream of want,

doubly enticed by two crispy buns

of question;

who was she?

and where was she from?

 

What can I say,

she was a walking Dorito,

sprinkled with the cheese

of wonder,

My! she was just amazing

but something about her

made me want more,

her almighty magnetism

kept calling my hands

my presence

and my heart

 

I'm pretty sure

her kiss tasted like cheetos

but unlike sprite

she never quenched my

thirst for her!

                        By Kakraba Afful

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