You're A Womaniser. Poem by Olayode Joseph

A woman, married woman
Are the ones that agitate your mind
There was something peculiar about them
That stirred you,
The face is the first place you look at
To determine whether she's beautiful or not
Before you look at the other parts of the body
To complete your assessment
Every woman tickled your fancy
The looking usually come after the leaping
You're a womaniser

Her full breast straining against the T-shirt
Those matronly broad hips and the fleshy
Succulent body, overpoweringly sexy
With that sort of body
You think she could make you comfortable?
You shook your head
To clear the dirty thought
But your mind was there
You're a womaniser

With her high cheek bones and
Large bulging eyes
She could not be classified as beautiful
"Onije kuje"
You still want her
In that case, you're a womaniser.

Written by Olayode Joseph