Private Nectar For Public Facing Lips
My every eye contact is a rhythm of a lovely song
the melody continuously in play, all life long.
Images of my ego, in black and white I submit
settling in your sweet zone, no need for residence permit.
Having a long shower with the morning dew
shows anything is enough if it is from you.
Your braids, scents and gestures won’t let me be
sparking up fireworks, putting the mind in constant glee.
My lust of you, the cover of my soul’s book
up the stairs to a romantic anointing we already took.
Presenting a package of experience with a diamond surface
adulterated by paparazzi is the first line of our preface.
A male nanny becomes the best when you’re in pains
without uniforms, I’ll for you bring down the rains.
A vacuum of decency from our folded bodies isn’t illicit
to our erotic stunts the world of the wild will solicit.
Even in the verge of a break up, against tabloids our hearts kiss
putting into rewind, the motion pictures of our bliss.
The sweetness of this private lust evolving day after day
the effect of our public essence yet still making hay.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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