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A Poem by Maame Yeboah

A metaphorical poem of how I envision my future with the love of my life.

A call of Good morning shouts as I turn over to the appearance of your face.
A mirror image as expected.
The abstract combination of floral scenery paints what is to be foreshadowed.
Vintage letters left in a random pile are scattered on a bronze table located nearby.
The lubracance of your hands seeps in, bursting sparks.
Eyes of pleasure stretch over a balcony gazing the horizon lying on the calm Paris Valley.
Positive scents of beauty are distributed in the air anonymously pouncing like water droplets.
Each strand of hair forcefully blowing, leaves the chill of seduction.
A delicate path of roaring wind shivers along.
Succulent lips compress, grazing the side of my cheek, leaving the trail of a moist imprint.
Cradled in the pose of an infant.
Pressed to the warmth of your chest.
All that fills my ears are the pounding of your heartbeat.
Each thump tries to escape my count.
As gravity uplifts me north; I observe almond shape eyes of coffee color soon to start a mission of saturation.
I feel the effect of your touch resting on my head.
Gentle, yet reassuring. A kiss.
Your fingers take turns dancing gracefully down my back.
A sound of safe motion is released into the atmosphere.
I provoke your capabilities, putting your abilities to the test.
My eye lids are pulled inward; An unbroken force.
Daydream.
I reminisce in a cavern of curiosity.
Knowledge is power, my love.
Stroking my legs, you lift me.
I rage with a glance of fear.
You prop me on the edge of blankness.
Your fingers trickle the grip around my hip.
We observe the same direction.
"Eyes lock. That is the Key."
Expressions relief modesty.
I urge to signal a yawn.
I am caught up, unable to reflect sudden movement.
You smile.
We exchange equal thoughts simultaneously.
I love you.