Oke Christopher Poems
|3.||Battle Of Victor||9/2/2013|
|9.||Will Of God||9/6/2013|
|15.||Wanderer, Death Is At The Door.||9/20/2013|
|17.||I Would Think!||9/20/2013|
|19.||What My Love Said||10/13/2013|
|21.||Tears Of A Clown||9/6/2013|
|24.||She Wants To Be Adored||7/23/2014|
She Wants To Be Adored
I watched from the stairs of my home
As she brushed her hair with a glassy comb.
It's Saturday night and the speakers are singing,
The cars are rushing by, urged by the men they are bringing.
It's Saturday night and the booze is plenty,
Before her date tonight, four bottles are already empty.
Leering lecherously, he pulled her close,
He showed her the pills and she took one dose
He snorted loudly and licked her face,
He called her sexy and they went to her place.
He awoke a little before quarter to four,
Hurriedly and harriedly drove off in his ...
A truth it is that man's joy is incomplete,
But passion is everything, this I do posit.
I find mine in the depth of your eyes,
The thick of your deep spasmodic sighs;
My greed and my desire,
To meld with you as with fire
Makes me explore every inch of your covering
To find what really makes your being
I shall be patient as should death,