River Of Sweetness Poem by Uche Nwanze

I speak of a special place, where only angels reside.
I speak of a river, flowing with sweetness.
The Sweetness between your thighs like sweet wine.
I speak of this oasis beneath the Sahara, a drop of your Sweetness, a cure to my wise insanity.
I sweet of an ocean of life, I'd rather drown in this ocean of Sweetness.
I will worship this deity of Sweetness at the shrine of Fulfilment.
I stand at the door of paradise if only you'd open the gates, your subject will give obeisance.
I stare in awe with the rod in my trembling hands to path the red sea to the isle of ecstasy.
I speak of this well of Sweetness, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
I speak of a city of sumptuous cuisine, the path between your thighs. I yearn and voracious I scavenge.
I speak of a secret goldmine with red pearls, with my tools I will dig till my last breath.
I speak of this sea of pleasure underneath, I will drink in gulps of your sweet magic.
I speak of this river of life, sweeter than the river Euphrates, if I could I would swim hoping tomorrow never comes.
I speak of a fountain of life, a fortress for fearless minds and refuge for restless hearts.
If only you knew of this special place where my peace lies.
If only i would taste from this stream of Sweetness.
I speak of a planet where happiness resides.
I speak of a country, not for feeble hearts, I'd go inebriate with the Sugar beneath the vegetation.
If only I you will quench the thirst of this savage beast.
Came forth this accursed place from thence the place I long to return a thousand times.
The wetness beneath your thighs, a fountain of life.
I speak of this special place, my pink lips testify with sweet melody of your beehive.


© *UCHE NWANZE*
02: 02: 2020
11: 30PM