My words may seem like a twaddle,
But I’m not here to seduce like a treddle.
This feeling’s so heavy, I move like a trindle.
Please don’t see my actions as tweddle,
I say as I nervously twiddle.
I fidget and ask, “Can you fiddle with my fingers?”
I dream of a love we can rekindle.
Let’s not allow doubts to meddle,
Or confusion to muddle.
Come, my love, let’s cuddle.
You are my riddle,
Right in the middle,
Of this puddle.
Come and paddle,
With this babe so idle.
I’ve lit the candle,
Help me cross this love hurdle.
I am ready.
Bridle me tightly.
You handle me so beautifully.
©Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2024
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 