The NIGHT TIME SHOW with @bacardiB and @thelovepeot

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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

                 



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.

Ne Me Quitte Pas /  Laissez-Moi

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

I WILL WAIT FOR YOU

i love this poem to bits. It has definitely uplifted me in times of sadness and frustrations.
Listen and enjoy.


the lovepoet

A LETTER TO  THE MUSE LOST

LET THIS WORDS THAT I SPEAK FORTH FROM MY MOUTH BE A CONSTANT REMINDER OF ME TO YOU. A REMINDER OF THE NIGHT YOU TOOK ME TO PLACES UNKOWN. THE NIGHT  YOU HAD ME AT YOUR WILL. THE NIGHT I GAVE MYSELF TO YOU. THE NIGHT YOU WANTED ME TO BE YOURS. REMEMBER, ONCE YOU WANTED ME TO BE YOURS.

THE PAIN I SUFFER IS A CONSEQUENCE OF THE CHOICE I MADE TO BE WITH YOU. I KNEW WHAT WAS RIGHT TO CHOOSE BUT THE WRONG FELT TO GOOD TO GIVE UP. NOW I SIT AND REMINISCE OF THE NIGHT, THE DAY AND WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN. BUT NOW I KNOW NOTHING COULD BE. I WANT MYSELF BACK, THE ONE I GAVE TO YOU, SO I BEGG YOU TO RELEASE ME FROM THIS BURDEN THAT IS YOU WITH THE SIMPLE WORDS OF " I DO NOT WANT YOU ANYMORE" AND LET ME BE ON MY WAY. FOR I HEAR MY FUTURE CALLING ME THE ONE THAT YOU TOOK AWAY FROM ME. BUT I PRAY THEE THAT YOU NEVER FORGET ME LEAST YOU FORGET THE NIGHT I GAVE MYSELF UP TO YOU AND LET IT BE A BURDEN IN YOUR LIFE, THAT YOU NEVER FIND PEACE  UNTILL YOU ASK FOR FORGIVENESS. THIS I PRAY THEE.

the lovepoet

To The One  Who Inspires Me

 I want to be loved she said
 I want to be held she said
 I want to be touched she said
 touched by you.

 I want you to love me she whispers into his ears
deep down inside of me
let you love come splashing out with fruitfulness
let you love bear me a constant reminder of you
let your love show through an offspring of your loins


I want to be loved she said
I want to be held she said
I want to be touched
touched by you

I want you to hold me in a lovers embrace she whispers into his ears
hold me tight and don't let me go
let your love be a shadow that follows me
let it surround me and hold me close
tonight let your love come shining through our embrace

I want to be loved she said
I want to be held she said
I want to be touched
touched by you

chocolate lovers never fail to tell the tale of the brown richness
let your chocolate skin be full of richness when i feel it
touch me, touch deep down inside my heart, my soul, my mind
touch my body

I want to be loved she said
I want to be held she said
I want to be touched
touched by you

the lovepoet

THE RISE

       THE RISE
Long John Silver rises
at his master's call
Prepare for the awakening'
his mater says,
tonight we show the goddess
we can handle the waves"
Long John Sliver awaits
his masters signalling
for him to swim the
pink seas goddess
stroke, stroke
Push, push
thrust, thrust
Long John Silver rises
at his master's call.

the lovepoet

"The Voice Behind The Shadow"

                                         

"The Voice Behind The Shadow"

"Please don't touch me" she begged,  over and over she begged him as he slowly approached her. Her tears came out faster, her voice got fainter. She slowly fell to the ground as there was nowhere for her to go. Telma had decided to stay after work to finish up the proposal for Monday's investor's meeting. She didn't want anything to ruin the weekend she had planned with her boyfriend for his birthday. They were taking an early morning flight to Calabar for a weekend celebration.

    Everyone had left the office or so she thought. she decided to get her leftover lunch from the break room to eat while working when she saw a shadow move about in the office. "Shit," she said to herself, "how could I leave my phone on the table." The shadow slowly approached the break room. she was so confused and didn't know what to do, she couldn't scream for help in a large, empty office. The shadow got closer and closer, finally, she saw his face. The perverted man that never stopped sexual harassing her. He had the creepiest smile on his face. She didn't know what else to do than begin to beg and beg him. As soon as he was up close he ran his fingers up and down her face repeatedly. He laughed so hard, it was like his face was saying I finally have you where I always wanted you. He grabbed her arm so tight and flung her all the way across the room making her hit the white wall so hard. She let out a loud cry of pain. She kept on begging saying "please don't touch me," she begged over and over again. He vigorously tore the clothes of her body, again he grabbed her arm lifted her up looked into her eyes and threw her on the coffee table. Her body ached and hurt so much, she was too weak to move but she continuously begged him. He took the rope he had hanging around his waist and tied her hands together then tied her legs separately to each leg of the table making her pussy wide open at the edge of the table. He took off his pants, moved closer to the table and slowly entered her. She cried out in pain, exhausted her voice started to fade. Each thrust was like a dagger piercing through her heart reaching deep into her spirit, soul, and mind. She had lost all hope and wish to die just for the pain to end. He kept on going and going and going. He fucked her not once, not twice, not three times but five times and by this time she was ready to give up on life. After he was done he tied her to the chair and started slapping her, saying at the same time "I loved you, I told you and I was ready to give you everything, but you disrespected me by saying no, I begged you, I wanted you so bad, I loved you." With each word came a slap or a punch in her belly. He laughed hard at her pain as she slowly left the world.

the lovepoet

Sweet dreams and Beautiful nightmares

                                         

  Sweet dreams and Beautiful nightmares

Every time he lays his hands on me, as they slowly go down my back, the hair on my skins stand up straight to salute the one who knows how to work my body. The soft warm airy touch i feel. a wild side of me hopes for a little scratch to turn me up just a bit more.

As he plants those soft plump lips on me, from my neck to my belly, slowly and passionately he goes further down till those lips plant kisses that make me moan. my head tilts back, my legs open wider, impatiently waiting for his tongue to strike a chord that will make me sing beautiful notes of pleasure.

More and more. More i say to him. the moment he strikes the chord harder, i scream those beautiful four letters that are his name. he smiles, he knows he has me under his spell. the power he has over me is beyond my comprehension. he made me give myself over to him.

He stops knowing well that i am at my weakest point and says beg. My pride, my ego all buried beneath earth for him, so i beg, he walks away, i beg and beg with tears rolling down my eyes. over and over i call his name as he walks away from me.he slowly disappears into the night. 

Darkness everywhere, cold sweat runs down my body,i shiver in fear. i wake only to realize it was all a dream. i lay my head  down and close my eyes, hoping i get to see his face, feel his touch and kiss those soft plump lips once more .

the lovepoet