Profession Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

Let me go down
to kiss at least the
sole of your feet
soul whom my soul loves
so that I may have joy
Grant me the kind access
to your loving heart
There, I want to dwell forever
Dear, do not say no to my love
Deer leaping you have seen
My heart leaps over than that
All for you my love
For you are the soul
Loves by my gentle soul.

May I be worthy to keep you company?
Nothing gladdens my heart so much
Than when you speak to me
Answers my calls
Reads my letters
And even replies my letters
I can trade my heaven slot
Just to have you visit me
Just to have a date with you
To look at your soft face.

You are the one whom my soul loves
The mere thoughts of you excites me
More like Lucifer excited God with praises
Let me kneel before you
To kiss the back of your palm
Let me stand before you
To look into your beautiful eyes
To smell the scents of your satiny skin
To hold you so close and
Among millions of men
Let me be the lucky one
To hug you and
The blessed me to
Kiss your lips.

You are the one my soul loves
My arm is twitching
longing to be lock in yours
That I may walk way down with you
To care about nothing else but you
My hand around your waist
And around your shoulders
finding solace on your succulent breasts
Before the road,
Let them say
It matters not
Only but that you are the one
My soul loves.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu