John Ettah | Thursday, 08 July 2021 | Print
Your eyes speak acceptance to my heart’s desires.
Hotter than flames is your passion that aspires
To burn, and in your thighs reside the pleasures
Which my lions so much treasure.
The sight of your waist triggers me with memories
Of the dance of nude lovers on nuptial nights.
Its left and right flipping load me with images
of bloodstained bed via our first matrimonial rites.
Your skin outshines the radiance of angels.
Your smiles doctor my brokenness.
I get healthier than ever because your care
Is stronger than the purest herbs.
From the beginning, our hearts beat in accordance.
I will hasten every rite, you’re all I ever wanted.
Just patiently wait, cos, in due time you will be mine.
For you I will owe no tradition, I will pay every dime.
Let Tina roll her eyes like she was epileptic.
Let Georgina shake her waist like it’s fired by electricity.
I’m blind to their alluring adverts that bring no joy.
Overall other beauties, Ginika, you are my choice.
Be ᴍʏ ᴡɪғᴇ,
And always will thoughts and ideas be supportive
To your display of the kitchen’s magic
Even if in my belly you are worm
I swear to you, I will never deworm.
sᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ?
ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴄɪᴘʀᴏᴄᴀʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇ sᴏ ᴀʙᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ?
Will the blend of our colours be so adoring?
Will you say yes to these alluring emotions?
Will you marry me?
When violence and peace fail to reconcile,
Don’t worry, hope resides in multiple piles.
When insecurities press for more troubles
Don’t worry, clues abound even in Google.
When insecurities incite more problems,
Don’t worry, only sing favour as your anthem.
When failure sings to you songs of melancholy,
Don’t worry, from them success shall find melody.
The colors of failure may have dampened your glory,
Don’t worry, the stains will paint your success story.
All the shades of failure may precisely reflect on you,
Don’t worry, someday, its lessons will be of great use.
Are there questions posing thoughts like cancer?
Don’t worry, even rhetorics have unsaid answers.
Even if the world chooses to revolve around you,
Don’t brag, think of what next, when life says adieu.
Do you think you are the only fine egoistic person?
Don’t worry, time will surely define your treason.
Does appreciation find it hard to send you mails?
Don’t worry, in time, deeds will tell their own tales.
Posted 2:35 pm | Thursday, 08 July 2021
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