Rookie (May 18 1987 / Benin City Nigeria)


How though are the roses in my garden?
The jewellery of beauty,
A bridge at my imagination,
You are pretty,
I saw you glitter,
I know you are.
My taught freeze by your look,
Your sexy eyes set me to a journey of masturbation,
A look between your two legs takes me to the next world,
Taking my secret place to yours makes a fertile love.

You are the lily of the valley,
The rose of gold city,
As an apple tree among the trees,
So is my love among the daughters of men,
Your banner over me is love,
My sit is under your shadow,
And fragrant with great delight,
Your fruit are sweet to my taste,
You comfort me with your apple juice.
I am sick of love,
Your left hand over my neck,
Cause your right hand to embrace me.

The echo of your voice came leaning upon the mountain,
Skipping down upon the hill,
You are the fair one that set a siege at my heart,
You have the speech of turtle,
Your eyes are like that of a dove,
Like a diamond beaming with light,
The beauty of decoration.

My love, my fair one, Come let’s sit on the desk of love,
For low the winter will pass,
And the rain will be gone and over,
But my memories will always bear to remember you,
Until the day break not,
Till the shadow flee,
Until the sun seize to shine, And until the world is gone,
Until the moon falls to the earth, Until life is no more,
So shall the dispersal of my love for you become.

How though am I sleepless all night,
For you is all day long my thinking,
You are the landlord in my dreams,
Occupying the seat of love,
You are the most wanted by me,
You have set my soul ablaze.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2014

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