Freewill Amon Poems
Her eyes glitters like the icing on a cake.
Bosom so smooth like hot loaded bowl of pounded yam
Her breasts are like bunches of grapes
Her kiss is a drug I take and feel so dizzy
Her touch caresses me like the evening breeze
The touch of her boottie feels like the influence of alcohol
The aura of her presence is like the aroma from my favourite diet.
The sound of her voice is like that of a loner's pet.
I kiss her on her lips standing at 5 feet,9 inches
I open her bra for a little play and she says, baby please...
Looking at her in her ...
I Like The Word 'Love.'
I like the word 'love' not because it is simple to spell
But because it cuts across the poor and those who live well
It makes you walk pass a street without fear of danger
It makes you feel welcomed even when you're a stranger
It makes the world a safe and better place to live
It tells you that you might hate apples, but you just have to let them be.
I like the word 'love' not just because it makes me hug my pillow