Olaleye Azeem Oladipupo


Philomina!


Once upon a gloomy evening dreary
in time furthest in the past
I met an ebon princess fairy
in the emptiness of the vast

Her magnificence not only lie
in her warm palm of reception
The sunshine of her smile
or the crisp dark of her complexion

Neither is it in the roses of her lips
The burst of her breasts
The sway of her curved hips
nor the majestic gait of her steps

But her splendour lies in her affection above
the highest mountain on earth
In her tender heart of nonpareil love
through water to the bottomless of depths

Silently in the gloom, I rest in her Corazon
In her love, I lay gleefully. Phenomenal!
Oh! I have met a striking Amazon
I have found Philomina!

Submitted: Sunday, February 16, 2014

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This poem is dedicated to Ebitea Ngozi Philomina

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