TO FEEL HER TOUCH
Entrapped I am in the mirage of love,
Waiting desperately for her response.
The mellow hands,touched by the clouds-
and adorned with eternal softness,
Attracts mine soul--To feel her touch.
The beauty of her dainty lips-
heightened by a diastema at the right,
Allures mine lips--To feel her touch.
Even, the eyes, which I think meant for an angel,
Feel ashamed and hides when she smiles.
The scintillate strands of hair curving round her cheeks,
Covering the forehead and ending at the neck,
Attracts mine soul--To feel the touch.
The love flinging out of her bosoms
Tempts my love--To feel her touch
Frightened I am of my outer darkness,
Yet having a bright inner self.
I know she shall never touch her,
But my love is pure--it choose naught but Eternity.
Hope I could confess to YOU........
Categories:
diastema, depression, girlfriend, lost love,
Form: Free verse
PRINCESS OF THE UNIVERSE
I am the circular shaped princess
Men can’t approach me with gold because I am priceless
Even women can’t help admiring me
My beauty makes others envy
From a distance I bright
My beautiful robe always white
They say my magic lies in my eyes
For men can’t watch me twice
Many women hate my appearance
They call me ‘’the husband snatcher’’
My presence halts romance
It isn’t I but my charming nature
They call me ‘’the courtesan ‘’
They claim I flirt with every man
But I don’t really care
For none of them can ever dare
My beauty pierces everywhere like an arrow
Men see my light before they come out to follow
My hips they found none on land
And for my curves, they can’t stand
I lure men with my sexy smile
They watch me out a mile
When I start laughing,
They turn to run
My golden teeth they can’t watch
My 'diastema' shaped like a notch
The light of my curves bright in guises like a torch
I am the circular shaped princess.
Categories:
diastema, beauty, metaphor, nature, sun,
Form: Lyric
Kooky cow,short- horned with humped back from east,
Thick white furs spotted like the jungle beast,
Your long brownish-black tail drives off the flies,
Thanks! O` egret for picking off its lice.
Slow chewing of cuds deep into the night,
Legs shaking, teeth grinding a normal rite,
Grass cutting diastema with mucus nose,
dripping down slowly to add to this dose.
All-day your body moves rickety way,
Sluggishly lying down like potter`s clay,
Milk oozing from a brown nipple big breast,
Rancid and congealed on the skin like crest.
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Categories:
diastema, animal, nature,
Form: Quatrain