Don’t, don’t take me to the dance floor,
my passion is too charged with energy
it will electrocute you.

Don’t lend my hand or heart to a rival;
you will never get it back,
trust me.

I don’t offer soothing words rather
a love acquired at great anguish,
at a demeaning cost to the heart.

I give you, among other things – myself
my joy, my wrath, my wiles, my lust

Copyright © Ugo Nkwoala | |2020

Photo credit: Original works from hungarian female artist Eva Szakacs.

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