Sticky Molasses…

I went from longing to going antenatal classes This was after a period of exquisite lust We never made the bed. Never learnt or found time to adjust. It was lovemaking, dawn to dust; sticky molasses. But now my sweet honey. It's time for holy, motherhood. I'm too tired of loving, copulation I need reassurance, I feel grossly misunderstood. I now need a man, not a boy or a freshman. I went from longing, from a girl to womanhood. By the grace of God, I now have to be more mature - robust. I gave up my maidenhood, now isn't the time - falsehood I'm ready to burst with real love, I'm ready to combust. I went from longing and a new true sacrificial Echo of who I was, was to be a new you and me. What's artifice can no longer be superficial Together in a short while, we'll both share a family tree.