The Naughty Pen

The Naughty Pen She loves my naughty pen Little wonder why her bunk shook The last night I visited Between the boards of her heart my verses are vast Written with unspoken words Littered with love language Only her heart can decode The naughty pen’s code She loves my naughty pen Because of its beautiful rhymes The reverie of having my pen made her snore As we snore I swim through her imaginations Exploring and emancipating her innermost Conquering her doubts Surpassing her body Plowing the unknown Building fences around her garden She loves my naughty pen And my pen love her I swear But I hope she won’t stone my pen to death For its naughtiness Even if she does My pen shall resurrect on the third day Because no stone can kill true love She kissed my naughty pen Like a mother whose child needs lullaby Caressing my innocent lips with her wet lips As a baby pen, I cuddled between her two tender layers Standing between her chest The baby pen sucks her milk Thus making her sobbed, saying; ‘crazy baby’ The sand hill stood straight, pleasure mixed with imagery Dragging the night into an endless quest of possibilities… Possibilities encoded with lyrics I gave her my naughty pen the last night we met Now, she is accusing the lyrics of my pen of being naughty And yet, she is smiling all the way, asking for naughtier pen Is it a crime to express my innermost feeling? Is it a crime to build true imagery and fantasy? Is it a crime that the mental state of my pen’s imagination is naughty? Is it a crime that my pen loves her; and she loves my pen much more? Much more because the frequencies of her heart beat is stronger than Rhythm FM To my bosom friend My naughty pen loves you Stop acting shyness Shyness is for the weak at heart My pen is ready to go hungry for a century to proof this; Ready to surmount Mount Everest for you; Ready to blow you kisses when the night is dark and fear arises; Ready to stand by you when the arrows of life rail at you; Ready to cover you when the night is cold and cruel Ready to make you feel like a woman Ready to forgive and forgive, and forgive… I love you….the naughty pen Dedicated to Adeola Adenekan Written by Awoh Kingsley October 19th, 2012.