My Inked Views by Kundai Pfumayaramba - HTML preview

I am no peeping Tom I am just a misconstrued lover

They say it’s a white man’s infection
All I could do was envisage the imminent penetration
In a vision I touch it, the feeling creates a burning sensation
This infection sent me to penitentiary
They tried to psychoanalyse me with ideals from tertiary
Telepathically we share our love
She feels the prying eyes of another
I walk past her, I feel loved even though it’s only an instant
Nostrils trickled by the pleasurable smell of her scent
They say I am possessed, they burn demonic-chasing incense
I am normal for crying out loud, they say I am nuts in my sense
Hours on end I spend staring lewdly at her pictures on instagram
She loves me, she accepted my request on Facebook
Like a snare, she has got me on a hook
A real African lady with her floral doek
It’s not obsession it’s love
Today is the day I shower her my passion
From behind I attack like a lioness
I close her mouth, my knife patched on her neck
Her fear breathes life into me
Tears roll of her cheeks
I gyrate as I descend deep into her aperture
In a state of narcosis my Missus passes out
My head held high I walk out
The shrinks say I suffer from erotomania
When I see her I am teleported to my own Chronicles of Narnia
As I wait trial
I am in state of denial
If I can’t be with you and then I deserve not to live
A razor firmly placed on my wrists
I will wait for you my love in the land beyond
In my heart I know for, me you are full of fond
Even as I journey to the land beyond I can still fell the bond
Till will meet, goodbye my love, we will one day be one mould
I am no peeping Tom my love for you is just misconstrued