Ni kama wazimu
It is like madness
Because the first time I saw him, I thought that the world was ending
Forgive me but that was my first time to see an angel
It’s like he is water
And I just came from a desert
It’s like he is cake
And I have a thing for dessert
In an act of charity
He feeds me
Ni kama wazimu
It is like madness
Ever since I met him I have taken on different professions
A nurse when he falls sick
A chef because food is a love language
And a footballer because I always play hard to get with this boy
And the crazy part is he always reciprocates
He became a Florist because I am always receiving bouquets
A Therapist because his listening and advice, I never knew I needed
A Masseuse because the body is to not only exist but to be soothed in care
Ni kama wazimu
It is like madness
Because our relationship is so 50/50
I think of him and he calls
He pays for vacations and I accompany him
He takes me for drives and I take the pictures
He cooks and I eat
He cleans and I compliment
He loves me and I love him right back
Energy unmatched!
Ni kama wazimu
It is like madness
He doesn’t have to touch me with his hands
Because he holds me with his eyes
He doesn’t have to say a word
Because his silence speaks to me
What he says I make him mean
Because when you tell me that I smell good
It is only natural that you eat me
Ni kama wazimu
It is like madness
Our late night calls turn into unexpected booty calls
I hear up-close and personal is the best way to see the beauty of it all
Our conversations always take us on a journey
Because one minute I’m at his door and the next minute I’m on his floor
I always like wearing his clothes
Because his scent reminds me that he will touch me again
With him things come so easily
With him I come so easily
Ni kama wazimu
it is like madness
Since I met him, I no longer take alcohol
Because meeting him got me buzzed
Knowing him got me tipsy
Falling for him got me drunk
And it’s clear as vodka that I am addicted to his love
Ni kama wazimu
It is like madness
It must be the way he dresses
Because I’m always drowning in his drip
It must be his physique that I can’t get enough of
His eyes always on me
His mouth on my neck
His hands on my waist
And his knees on the floor
Because how else can a man taste what he prayed for than on his knees
Ni kama wazimu
It is like madness
Don’t get me wrong
The fights are just as intense as a forest fire
The truth is
I put the erupt in volcano
And he is the oxygen to my fire
He gives me my space
So that my lava burns out
And when we’re calm
He comes back still and finds me cool
And that is how we come back to each other
No grudge, nothing but love
Cheers!
Candid Karey 