BUTTERFLY IN MY TUMMY


She was called my sunshine when she was very much here with me

I was known as a champion in all that I did, my life extensively expressed this common statement that says, behind every successful man, there is a woman

I called her Julie and she called me Remmy

We were having everything, all running smoothly

It was like children were singing and parents were dancing

The smile could not be called a strange visitor in our homes, was a known friend

On the spreadsheet of our lives, our rows and columns expressed love, peace, and fruitfulness as data

Peace was all that we were experiencing

No one dares to hack our hearts expressing love

She was a butterfly in my Tommy

Losing her into the arms of the death is a dream I wouldn't pray it comes to reality

Her kisses didn't only taste like ice cream manufactured and sold in the united states of America(Caramel sauce, pineapple, gummy bears)

In the night, she launched me into the arms of dreamland with her kisses and still wouldn't fail to welcome me to the world by dishing me her fresh kisses in the morning that always sustains me for the daily activity

Maybe her lips must have encapsulated some wraps of miracles inside that soft sexy lips of hers that has never failed to grant me an outstanding success

Since I noticed that, her kisses have become my core duty both in the morning and night

Good morning kisses and good night kisses kept appearing on the screen of my destiny and of course, the wonders they displayed could not be totally expressed by words

I can't imagine how irritating it could be, kissing other lips apart from the one offered by the butterfly in my tummy

My wife's lips were ministering miracles to my destiny and of course, every other girl will be ministering something totally different which must be opposite🤣🤣🤣

I know someone might wanna say, how could lips ministering, ministering miracles, of course, it could be if the lips are kissed righteously, not outside the wedlock and of course our bodies are the temples of God*

If your wife or your future wife is well treated, she will always be a butterfly in your tummy

Even though she is no more, the beautiful memories of her will live on with me, even in my grave

I love you...