lust in love
Wriggled in her arms
Lost in an adventure of romance
Moving far afield
Though I have no weakness for writing,
My story got underway.
Wallowing in the admiralty of her beauty
Adorned with beautiful antique ornament.
Adulterated with the laudable attribute of nature
Epitomizing the 6th day work,
And the adroit molding of the creator.
Ensconced on her chest
For an aeon of time.
Only my hands left to keep the memory of time.
Touching the acme of her chest,
Pointing like that of Sheba
Turning it to a piccolo
Without an acoustic.
Acknowledging the season between her legs,
Warming the cold in my hands.
Letting my hand becoming an ace
And my phalanges adept in describing her.
My eyes falling over itself,
To keep the facsimile of her body,
And my skin falling in with my eyes
As two spent swimmers that do cling together.
Feeling her permed hair,
Blowing like a frond tree beside a river.
Her eyes shining like a cat
Which has never been afeared
Her skin like flowers that never fade in autumn
And less of acne in winter.
How I wish our spirit is adjoined forever
Like fifes and drum that make a good sound,
Keeping myself in the light of your love
And praying it never fade.
How I wish I wake up in my trance
Wishing I say all these to your face
And see it received.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2013