My eyes pierced into her thigh
Into the upper room of a hole
Connecting hell and heaven
I was introduced to infatuations
Hanging my thoughts and prayers
Through the imagination of her pride
I saw her nakedness through her look
Love spoke but lust became louder
I erected my body like a ghost tree
against a weak foundations, I fell
Not into love but into first sighting,
Into hedges of her fragrances,
My heart became plural of everything
heaven endowed her with.
My mind built her body systematically
I saw portrait of her nipples carved In
my mind eyes depicting song of adultery.
How she react to love making appeared
How she moan in pains as I tickled up &
down on her imaginative groaning body
My eyes drew in my pocket of thought.
I was lost in thought watching her move
Swiftly betraying my night embraces.
The shape of herself disappeared craftily
as I regained the ground of my posture
Ejaculating the tale of my eyes lost in lust.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Categories:
infatuations, absence, abuse, africa,
Form: Blank verse
I am in love
With poetry
With flowers and pastry
And talents and upholstery
I am in love
With the soil and sky
And mountains very high
And winds and breeze that blows with style
I am in love
With the gyrating wormhole
And the timed UFOs
And the vibrations and the poles
I am in love
With the cloud and rains
And storms of gushes running the drain
And the visions on plain
I am in love
With the altitudes
And intense pretense of attitudes
And the emptiness of solitude
I am in love
With you and you only
And your scent which is holy
And your gaits which describe you wholely
I am in love
With none but you
And your words which are true
And your simple world too.
Categories:
infatuations, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
i want to be
the female entity
that you are
so madly infatuated with
i call you
mad pagan boy
i watch you fill up
with love
and magic
and extra levels of cosmos
not only do i burst with excitement
but i too am flooded
by deep dark seas of anxiousness
i burst
i tried to explain myself
more than once
misery eats me
knowing i cannot make you smile
and feel as she smiles and feels
Categories:
infatuations, desire,
Form: Free verse
I fell for her in nineteen sixty nine,
When we commenced our journey of love
Along the twilit path of innocence;
My zeal was unaware of the reality
That the woman I loved wasn't mine.
I stopped our ride near the precipice,
The stones on which were cold due to
The night that harnessed my prospects;
We sat by a tree and I held her hands,
Caressed her hair without any malice.
We talked of our affair and feelings,
In unforeseen malarkey of an illusory feat
Which we called an immortal passion;
At long last, I had the frail courage
To express to her my amatory longings.
She was stunned at my boyish imbecility,
While I tried to becalm her in copout
With aberrant words to dodge the truth;
We continued being playful in false love,
While I lamented in my heart's humility.
After few years of sham togetherness,
I listened to my scarred young bosom
And interpreted the final message;
I parted ways with her in dolour,
Yet I longed her in veiled forlornness.
Forty years passed by and I lost my mind,
When I slowly entered my solitary dotage
With a blemished but a stronger heart;
I could think of nothing else but her,
The first love who was one of a kind.
Categories:
infatuations, age, crush, cute love,
Form: I do not know?