Lying cold in the dark

I see a strong you coming from the dark

To draw many a tingly sweet mark

Of love, of passion, of pleasure, a mark

Of possession, of addictive sweet mild scents, a reassuring mark

On this love famished body


I see it start from the soles of my feet

Climb with care to the softness of my seat

Travel farther to my lovely hands meet

And possess my mouth in a flash, with a timed beat

Lighting the air with a momentum passionate heat

Making our carrier cry beneath the sheet


Then all sleeping parts wake

To, under the storm, great cover take

With daring ones looking for passion and daydreaming sake

As we, sweet delicious mouthwatering body soups make.

You run a marathon to keep the icing on our cake

And I reach the moon, this time real, not fake


A stubborn mosquito noisy sound makes

Pinching my body in hopes of me wakes

Succeeding and laughing seeing as I hated its wakes

I look around to see what sense it makes

All of it was a story told in a land which fakes

I get in the shower hoping to this mind unburden even if I have to employ some brakes

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.



By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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