Eyes Of An Avid Lover

Desire flows in streams of hot larva

Through the veins of an avid lover

Love so rare…So sweet…Waiting to unleash…

Have you met a person that loves so tremendously? You can’t compare it to that of the love between that of a mother and new born baby…It’s hot, desirerous, flammable…

Loving someone is good and to be loved back is awesome but an avid lover in as much as has the positive qualities not limited to loyalty, knightly, loverboy ,a go-getter also has it’s negative sides which in most cases outshines the good faith. Such qualities like jealousy, revengeful, obsession, and more…

Nerve judge a book by it’s cover….

So watch out for the eyes of an avid lover…

 

 

Thin Line Between Love And Hate

When love spikes up the sparkles in a woman’s eyes

When love turns a man into a lovey-dovey

The emblem of love flourishes in a feast

When love exists between the two opposite sex, it creates an atmosphere of joy, peace and ease but when love turns sour and decides​ to say to them ‘their is no remedy I am not returning’…

Shatteres! Anger!……

Hatred doesn’t knock on the door nor does it announce it’s entry; it badges in and knocks down every obstacle standing in it’s way that is not deeply rooted…

She planted a love tree

Left it to flourish freely

He walked towards the tree

Plucked from the tree and ate everyday

He fell in love…

She stopped noturing it

Started to count her head strands of hair

The tree died…

And he stopped coming

There were no more fruits to pluck…

He searched elsewhere for fruits

Hatred created a settlement in the space of the dead love tree

Love always conquers eventually!!!

 

 

My Pot Of Words

Floating in a rythmic attitude

Across the parallel lined surface

Pot of words that fill within me

 

 

Strings of melodious strokes

Filling my buds in sweetness

Songs in my heart I cry

 

Embellish my pot of words

Outpouring in rainbow form

Across the sky in creativity

My pot of words

 

Call forte the bird

That carry the words

Of my soul in the night

Come forte….

 

 

Opaque Gem Of My Life

Been battered in the wilderness

Her heart torn apart

The road had been narrow

Mouths gaped at her

Battled at sea, on land

Laughing, tormenting, haunting

She is the opaque gem of my life

Passed through the turmoil

Polished into perfection

With the love that I bathed her with

 

Jolts Of Your Love

Spasm of redox

That yanks me out of my senses

Sending spirals of sensations

Sweetening my body and soul

The quintessence of your love

A rare gem launched into the wilds

Of my clouded legion

Jolts of your love

Where Faith Meets Love and Light