Ajaegbu Charles

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Ajaegbu Charles Biography

He's the last in the family of ten: his parents and eight siblings. He attended Fakiyesi nursery and primary school but later left to join Ireti primary school to complete his primary education in 1997. He got he's secondary education in Imoye High School, mile2, lagos from 1997-2004. He join Nnamdi Azikiwe University, awka for his bachelors degree and he's a graduate of theatre arts, loves reading and writing poems, a good stage performer and director as well... And he's currently running his masters degree with the university of ilorin, kwara state of Nigeria.)

The Best Poem Of Ajaegbu Charles

Breast Of A Virgin

Here i am
To surrender to your bossom
And to my desire to possess them
This enchantment ensures love,
Passion, pliable and aura.

This fantasy fascinates libido
This is no fallacy yet imaginative
I have lost grip of self-absorbness
Ability to reason straight
fallen from uneven trap.

Oh breasts of a virgin
An iota of fallen paradise
Like mount zion;
The hills can never be shaken
The author and finisher of pleasure
Firm and immovable as a rock
Nudge with the treasure of diamond
nipples.

It is it I see
Behind the scrutiny of white pyjamas
I yearn to gnaw these magical breasts
With my mouth, my hands, my tongue;
Alluring her endless pleasure
Volatile of being repress.

Oh breasts of a virgin
Full, heavy, and natty;
Beautiful, creative and thrilling;
Finesse, ethereal and seductive
Mythic, mysterious and mystical
Although subtle.

When i draw nigh these freeting breasts
When my eyelids close in aphrodisiac
When my breath soar through cleavage
realm
A fantasy come to life
Overtly but much more often
This one part that stirs imagination and
demeanor
Purely sensual yet ensnarous.

Oh breasts of a virgin
These before me;
In front of my eyes
Overlapping into my hands
Her prototype is Aphrodite
Condensing in my very mouth
Resistance will only spur my desire
Enflaming this seduction the more
This succulent I succumb.

These breasts of a virgin!
This frail sentiment of pleasure
This bossom of a virgin
I rely for succour.

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