Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Handsome Boy


Oh my handsome boy!
Give me an opportunity to be closer to you;
For i need to feel your arms around me all day long.
You are the sweet lover to my heart and,
I want to be with you always till the moon is darkened;
For your sweet words do feel the aroma of my love and,
The realms of which do take me up high to the skies always.
My handsome boy,
Do come to me;
I really love you and i want you to know.
How i wonder to sleep with you one day,
Like twinkle, twinkle little stars!
How i wonder to expose my nakedness to you my sweet one;
For i do have all that you want on this love and,
Age doesn't matter at all in love.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Handsome Boy by Edward Kofi Louis )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Birth is a bubble burst with death., Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  2. Not love alone, hasmukh amathalal
  3. The friends, gajanan mishra
  4. Elegy: In Coherent Light, Anne Stevenson
  5. Elegy, Anne Stevenson
  6. I feel her, hasmukh amathalal
  7. Call a day, hasmukh amathalal
  8. Feeling Free Within, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  9. ELAINE'S CONFUSION, Terry Collett
  10. *X*- To Love, Leslie Guylee Cron

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]