Surrender

I surrender to your beauty; I’ll give you all you want. All you ask, and all you wouldn’t come around to ask. This is for you, as many others.

I surrender to your waist beads; the way they jiggle when you move, the way they clap when you walk by.

I surrender to your love; I told you how much I love you, but you replied that your love trumps mine. This will certainly make me do your bidding. Come November, and forever, I’ll always love you.

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe