Ma ChérieA Poem by Créatif WordYou flirt with my ego Laugh at my heart’s palpitations So I wait for the sun to set Around the dark corner I grin Like a lion in tall grass I survey I watch as your hips sway From side to side they tease Your cleavage peep over your satin chemise Your n*****s play underneath gentle fabric Subtle breaths escape your soft lips Parting your lips your tongue meets, The cold breeze of a winter’s night You get closer and my heart loses focus I feel light headed but I keep my cool Like a magician you beckon me forth You steal away my precious life The captain has lost control of his ship I silently scream “mayday-mayday” But hope no one will come to my rescue I’m all yours to do all those nasty erotic deeds
Like a pharaoh and his queen We run through the vast espace of magnificent halls We channel through narrow corridors of golden pillars Through the grand windowless space, Golden sandy dunes obscure the horizon The sound of bald headed ibis eulogize our union In flight they acrobat and cause the stars to banner Into gentle strings of light, glowing brilliantly The heavens exalt and the sphinxes flap their wings gallantly You have found me my love Chisel your love in my heart, Adore my arteries with your bliss Entangle me in your luscious locks of auburn strands Lock me between your full thighs and rounded hips Spill your elixir in my mouth Spasms, frenzy, this concoction is this right From my prison I cup your mango ripe breasts As you move backward and forward, we dance
Flowing over you like the old springs of an native garden I lord over you but you pill me down Holding my muscular gluteus, you cradle me in your grail Your womb sighs at its expectation I caress the corridor towards it In my dark explorations, I tunnel through Wet, but beautiful lands, soft algae adorns my surface Tantalizing, expiating, I thrust forth Caressing your insides like an exotic masseur I climb to my perk, I summit, And Like a Kariba bream spitting out its mouthful of babies I capture you within my walls You scream for emancipation as you arch your back to the heavens Amore, je t’aime mon amour
©Anton Mamboanesu (aka Creative Word) " April 2013 © 2013 Créatif WordFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorCréatif WordHarare, Mashonaland Central, ZimbabweAboutI'm a student of life, but that doesn't mean that I will go where the wind goes. I love the intricate nature of the universe and the people who live in it... more..Writing
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