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The moment our eyes met
And your lips smiled
I smiled too, shly
And bent my head
I couldn’t look into
Your eyes
Your eyes were
On me every second of the day
The little skin brush
Or the purposeful punch
Were little assurances
That you liked me
You never failed
To tell me how
Much you liked me
Your words made
Me trust you when
I stopped trusting
You said
Wura I like you
That has not changed
And will never change
But something changed
“Words can swoop you away into the stars or take your right
down to meet the devil. Words can make you feel right at the same time wrong
when your in love. Words an be your weakness, or can be your strength”
the lovepoet
BROWN SKIN
His brown skin touched mine
So warm soft and tender
His lips as sweet as the vanilla shoot
As soft as marshmallows
His eye looked at me like I was heaven sent
And his words floated above me like a halo
Sweet tremendous words that sparked
The wildfire that was the love I had for him
His cocoa butter skin kept me warm at all times
Silky like the Egyptian cotton of the great Pharaohs
His reign over me like the great warriors of Africa
His fragile figure that was ever so strong carried me
Over the seven seas and mountain lions that sought
To keep us apart
And when the sound of war came for him to go
It was like the gods took a part of me
Into the land of deep darkness
Lost, confused, in need of compassion
Tears filled my days and nights till he came
His dark chocolate skin that came forth
From me gave me immeasurable joy
His skin was soft like velvet
His tiny hands that held me my finger
His mouth that said mother and cried
For my presence every now and then
That sucked the milk from my bosom.
His smile was the light that lit up my life
He was my sun, moon, and stars
A replica of my first love
the lovepoet
p.s listen to Efya's Obianuju cover while reading. link here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRphM4jshUg
The Love Spell
The love spell
He cast a spell on me, i was crazy in love with him. With his darkness, fifty shades of fucked up, but i loved him with all his baggage. The dark clouds of his past that followed him soon became to heavy for me to carry. it created a distance between us. He would randomly get up and walk out of my life, me with teary eyes day after day. His addiction threw him to the gutters. What i gave him was never enough, the experiments and limits just did not do it for him, he wanted more, he needed more, his body ached for something different everyday. My love was never enough. Intimacy soon left the comfort of our bed. He searched for passon elsewhere, jumping from one bed to another. Slowly i started to die, his love crushed me daily. I would sit up night after night hoping he would walk back into my life. I searched for him everywhere. Days without him were like slow death through torture.Finally i gave up on him and that very day i gave up on life.
I am ready for Love, i told him
Why do you runaway from me
from what i have to offer you
Let me show you love
Let me make love to you
Let me fee you Love
Let love be the air that
we breathe together
Let love wax us stronger each day
Let love make us a family
Let Love teach us to grow
I am ready for Love
the love poet
p.s I am not ready for love, this short story/poem was inspired by India Aire's "I am ready for love"
and fifty shades of grey.
The love spell
He cast a spell on me, i was crazy in love with him. With his darkness, fifty shades of fucked up, but i loved him with all his baggage. The dark clouds of his past that followed him soon became to heavy for me to carry. it created a distance between us. He would randomly get up and walk out of my life, me with teary eyes day after day. His addiction threw him to the gutters. What i gave him was never enough, the experiments and limits just did not do it for him, he wanted more, he needed more, his body ached for something different everyday. My love was never enough. Intimacy soon left the comfort of our bed. He searched for passon elsewhere, jumping from one bed to another. Slowly i started to die, his love crushed me daily. I would sit up night after night hoping he would walk back into my life. I searched for him everywhere. Days without him were like slow death through torture.Finally i gave up on him and that very day i gave up on life.
I am ready for Love, i told him
Why do you runaway from me
from what i have to offer you
Let me show you love
Let me make love to you
Let me fee you Love
Let love be the air that
we breathe together
Let love wax us stronger each day
Let love make us a family
Let Love teach us to grow
I am ready for Love
the love poet
p.s I am not ready for love, this short story/poem was inspired by India Aire's "I am ready for love"
and fifty shades of grey.
your words were my very heart desire
your touch i longed for day and night
Ne Me Quitte Pas
i loved you
i wanted you
Ne Me Quitte Pas
hands that held me tight at night
hands that caressed every part of me
Ne Me Quitte Pas
je te veux
Je suis fou de toi
images of you torment my nights
daydreaming of you has become a sickness
Ne Me Quitte Pas
i loved you
i wanted you
you slowly became an addiction
that fueled my creativity
Je te veux
je suis fou de toi
Ne Me Quitte Pas
chained by your sweet words
prisoner of lust; lust over you
Ne Me Quitte Pas
i loved you
i wanted you
At the end of it all
i just want to be happy
Laissez-moi
je ne vous aime pas
je ne vous veux pas
the lovepoet
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