His Love Drains Poem by Poetezz Nana Ama

Under the tree I sit on lovers bench
Comfortably resting on the pillow of my lover's thighs
His gaze piercing into mine like a TV set
His hand combing down my hair like Rumpelstiltskin.
I loved his touch, it felt good
I was chilly like a glass of chilled coca cola
My legs were made into French pleats
One which a lady did on her hair
Like a masseuse, he encompassed my body with warmth
And encapsulated me with loving charm
Not for girls, but genuine charm
One implanted in him from on high.
Lying here, I reminisce
Times with him in rain and shine
When we sailed far and near
And ate much of our lippy fruits
I felt his cozy chest
Oh dear, how stout!
His curly hair and sparkling teeth
Driving me crazy each day
His love drains
Though he isn't a drainage pump
It drains me off my senses
Sweeps me off my feet
And plants me in the skies to glide like a glider
His love moves deep down the roots of my heart
As rain flows down the core of the earth
I'm in so much love
Cos his love drains me through.