Anita

The first time I heard your voice I was just a teenager.
Your music inspired so much make out sessions in those dreamy times,
when I was discovering
the secret gardens of desire.

We were both so much younger.
Soul and jazz for any weather. Your soft breath in those lush tones accompanied me on the road to high school..
and sang in my veins through neighbourhood walks in Port Harcourt
with my Alsatian dog, Bugsy.

My obsession for you,
was to the point that you manifest
yourself to me,
in the form of a local girl named Anita in those magical days.

She looked just like you even
Caressing your skin was pure heaven.
Honey, the texture of your body against mine
sent us both to cloud nine.

I finally got the chance to inhale and taste you.
Call me crazy but some wild dreams do come true.