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Love Omen

My will drawn before my eyes

As I see your heart pounding

in my hands

My life tattoed in your palms

so I could never leave

I eat your soul as I drink your blood

So that you are mine for all eternity

Life after life I wait

So that you could rise again

The volcanic love that should never be

But will be, to consume

and

seal the missing pieces of our destiny

 

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Love Proverb

Love:

A widely understood although

highly desirable malfunction of the heart

which weakens the brain,

causes eyes to sparkle,

cheeks to glow,

blood pressure to rise

and the lips to pucker

-Unknown

Love is a fabric which never fades,

no matter how often it is washed

in the water of adversity and grief

-Robert Fulgrum

 

 

Sensations Of Sexual Urge

Tingling the sensitive parts of the body;

Craving for the erotic touch.

Sensations of sexual urge.

Haunting Me...

Taunting Me…

Testing Me…

Tempting Me…

Inviting Me…

Sensitizing my thoughts…

Stimulating rhythms in my core…

What do you do to quench the fire blazing from your body? Those sensations making you so restless… purging out distress in your heart of whom to stroke…

What do you do when your eyes bulge out upon seeing a lady romping that thingy thing or a handsome dude with velvety skin, flaunting his tight muscles in your face?

Sensations Of Sexual Urge

Sensual lust is wicked when you have no companion to soothe you, it becomes distressing. But if your partner is there and then… He or she would be at your mercy. Right? Just a thought…

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Reflection Of His Love

It radiates through the eyes of him that love

The passion flows in the words expressed

Through his body string of words, you see it all

The hidden reflection of his love

Substantiate there’s no doubt about his affection

In his heart he adores her

Cherishes her from the beginning to the end

In his world that accepts no end

The beauty of his love reflects in her eyes

That glows with happiness.

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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!!!

 

 

Floating Words Into Poetry

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughts and the thoughts have found words- Robert Frost

There are times we wonder how words fly from all directions to make a sentence in poetry. I used to wonder until I started to put myself into the middle of words, hanging them around me, having fun with them and making sense of them which some might really not understand but you know what?? Just flow with the rhythm. Lay back and float just the way you do in the pool, let it move around you, close your eyes and imagine yourself inside the words.

Another way is to puff a bubble, allow it float in the air, look closely and what do you see inside of it, beef up your imagination and write down what you see. I love poetry, it takes me into another world, a less complicated one. One where I am the character, I create my world where I am happy, put together things I love to have, can I call it day dreaming?…Whatever! As long as it makes sense and gets me where I want to be.

I love poetry where I invite people into my world to travel along with me to that destination where we meet together and get along.

Kindly share a short one in the comment box if you wish.

Love you💞💕💝😘

 

 

Echo Me Love

The wooden floor creaked silently, I clicked on the light quickly and saw the shadow which moved briskly along the corridor, varnishing into thin air.

I moved further down the stairs shivering with fear, my toes barely touching the cold wood found it’s way to the landing in the living- room; there I saw it, the eyes red shot, blood dripping from his mouth.

A loud screech echoed from an unknown destination. I opened my eyes where I lay on the hospital bed, with a vague uneasiness, not knowing how I got there.

There I saw him right beside my bedpost smiling sexily, looking erotically intense into my eyes. His unbuttoned shirt hung loose on him, his torso bulging out beneath the plain white tight singlet.

He looked so dangerously handsome with his pink lips pouting out calling for a bountiful kiss. He raised his hands and touched my cold skin. He said to me quietly,’I killed him for you, my love, I would protect you for the rest of my life.’ I closed my eyes in despair for a second, I opened it and he was gone.

Me – You Being Sincere

I love to give all I can, it makes me happy and look younger. I am always sincere to a fault with people, much more to people I care about.

unnamedBut when they trample on my feet, I pick up my bag of sincerity, hang it over my shoulder and bid them goodbye and to some of them, I shove it up there ass.

unnamedAin’t my fault, no way am I going to get myself kicked around because of some low life individual that knows not the definition of love and sincerity. My sincerity used to be to a fault but with age and experience, since I can’t do without it as a person, I got wiser so as to stop getting hurt in the process.

Now my eyes are wide open, my heart tougher, my flair for it stronger, with it comes lots of gifts such as fulfillment, happiness, benefits and favour tagging along after me. I’ve met lots of people with such nature, they aren’t perfect but to an extent you know when yes is yes and no is no.

The secret of success is sincerity- Jean Giraudoux