THE MAN

Hoity-toity he walks,

Having no sense of obloquy,

Demanding deference in bulk,

Though he’s full of parsimony,

Masses loathe him fervently,

Transcending supernatural intervention,

He never shows any compunction,

Ignoble and haughty is his volition,

But on the day of his retribution,

A voluptuous femme fatale approach him,

Promises to re-awaken his debauchery,

Lies she is a burgher,

And fabricate a spurious appellation,

He reciprocated with an amorous glance,

And dole out a flippy cash,

Her opinion was unequivocal,

They both headed for a hotel,

Room 5 was the arena,

For the battle to ignite their concupiscence,

She draws down her lingerie,

He undresses his undies,

He advanced towards her,

Fondling her excitedly,

The ecstasy can’t be stopped,

It was going to be unbridled show,

“Make love to me”, she purred,

She combed through his thick hair,

Expecting him to enter her,

He wanted it slow and steady,

Their heart were beating fast,

And heat of lust is recycled,

He then change his stance,

And go on with his action,

After their eyes were cleared,

And they were done with each other,

He said he enjoyed himself,

And she said she was looking forward to it,

Unsure about what she meant,

He asked confoundingly with askance,

And after apologizing she muttered…

I AM HIV POSITIVE!!!

He fainted and never to rise again.