Melody, Be My Remedy

Early morning she stormed my bed chamber Like a needy stranger. She opened the door of her mouth And let out a strong request, ‘’melody, be my remedy’’. My loins leap, if I failed to succumb, She’ll slump, for she is my honey comb. The sunshine of her eyes appealed to Me like the forbidden inviting apples of Eden. Two steps forward, and buttocks backward, She chest out, exposing her kinky breast. Beckoning for me to come and lodge, To stay and remain in the warm ocean Of her treasury embrace. To water her dehydrated love. In the meanwhile, erotic feelings Escalated on my captured mind. Gingerly, taking her tiny waist, Subtly down to the fresh fleshy mountain Behind her lower back. She called out sweetly and quietly, ‘’melody, be my remedy’’ I couldn’t resist but to free her chains With my valiant and veinous hammer, To take her out of her romantic prison. No wonder, she calls me her intimate lawyer, Sometimes, her sexual warder, I am not your sexual jailer, I only choose to be your remedy maker, Whenever you’re in an emotional danger. I am the melody maker, Readily stand by to strum your Succulent guitar, To make your voice vent out and quiver With joy like a river. Blessing our matrimony with much More army. Sunset, and we got finished with our Sweet blissful naked dance steps, Then she gazed at me and kissed Me with bottomless feelings and Said to me, ‘’Melody, be my remedy, always.’’ Onyilo Charlesmelody. (Lightning Ink)