My pen is thirsty. And word is water. I am buried in poetic idiolects, and resurrected through the seraphism of your perfected being. Don't listen to the symbolic roar of my words. My mindset can meticulously be read with the loud silence of a princess. I am furnished with word weaponry to possess the whole damn twinkling eyes, and lift me high with philosophical totality as being proverbially glued unto your syntactic glossy lips, with inseparable wonders of siamese twins. The strips of your hair are much as pronominal cases of blazing stars. Don't let me die of curiosity. Kiss my heart and touch me idyllically with poetic romance. Light me in the dark belly of your metaphorical shadow. Brighten my day with grammatical seduction. Shove me into the water of sentient heaven. Empty the vocabulary of kisses on my virgin lips. Span my brain with the idiomatic pregnancy of your poetic smile until my heart is pulsating with the semantic birth of your smashing womanness and elegance.
Interesting poem in nice style. Empty the vocabulary of kisses on my virgin lips Very imaginative
You dazzle the readers with your wonderful vocabulary! ! Keep writing and baffle the readers with still wonderful ideas! !
Wow, I admire your language, the language of poetry. Keep on posting and keep on writing poetic gems!
Wow, I love this poem, very breatkteaking! I am winded just reading it Good write thanks
Very wordy which is somewhat baffling, but underneath lies an inspired poetic write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you having glowing idea and it flows in your poem, really a good one Tunji, keep writing! _Soul