A satirical fiction based on real events
The first time I saw you, I loved the tenacity you had,
The way you stood your ground in a man’s world,
The way you spoke for the women with purpose and passion,
It caught my eye like my bling.
The first time I saw you, I thought you were just an ambitious kid,
Then you won your seat with a margin, the man in you emerged,
Your following grew day by day, and so did my heart,
My world was changing for the better.
During the campaign, we were in sync, roaming the city for votes,
My eyes also roamed your body for a yes,
Your curvaceous body, rich as the city, caught my eye,
And being a leader, I had to get your personal vote. .
We were part of the 3 piece vote, the 3 piece suit and you were my 1 piece candy,
Your command of politics and people ignited a flame that heated my body,
What began as a political union became a union of our hearts and bodies,
You had my vote from the start, and my body to the very end.
When the governor touched your pretty face, it angered me,
I was not there to protect you, the warrior in me roared,
It hurt that another man smacked you and not me,
I was your only source of pleasure and pain.
The day the governor slapped me, I felt a new kind of sensation,
No one had ever smacked me like that before,
When we met in our love den, you never hit me like that,
I had to leave you, I needed more, I needed a governor kind of smack.
Something changed, you begun to look at me differently,
The passion was dying and you were growing horns,
I tried to put you in your place, you kept coming out if it,
The end was near, this was going to get ugly.
You thought you were my king, my friend, my lover,
But you crossed the line and lost my vote, I am leaving you,
This den has become a prison, an anchor to my hot burning desires,
I am leaving you…oh no, is that a slap coming!!