Fire In My Loins

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There’s a stirring on my inside

stoking the embers of desires

inflammed by the need for warmth

of our bodies bonded like Siamese twins

to be set ablaze on the petrol of ecstasy

 

Heat,

crimson hot

brewing in my loins

 

I’m a volcano about to erupt

filled with steaming lava to the crater

awaiting the sway of your hips

to unleash torrents of orgasmic explosion

which will comsumate us to ashes

and like phoenixes we shall rise from the debris

our bodies to be cremated over again

 

Heat,

I’m burning

in the flame of your bod

 

Thirsty for a sensual drink

from the pool that flows

through the confluence of your thighs

Allow me drink to the full

till we thirst no more

 

Heat,

beads of sweats

to ornament our weary skin

 

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The Color of Love

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What’s the color of love?
Is it white as snow,
so pure like the waters of Niagara falls
cooling parched earth?

Is love red,
like the blood pulsating in my heart?

What’s the color of love?

Maybe it’s blue,
just like the azure sky
where lovebirds flap fledgling wings

Or it could be green,
just as nature
sprouting on the loamy soil
of fertile souls

Love is brilliant
so it should be yellow
like the half of the golden sun

What’s the color of love?

I think it’s orange,
for love is appealing and quaint

It could be violet
like a bouquet of precious hibiscuses

Nay,

Love is a rainbow
colorfully arched over the skies
of monochrome hearts
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Why Do Fools Fall In Love

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Why do fools fall in love
Is a conundrum dated age long
Let the birds sing a song
Tell the town crier to ding his gong

Love is like the sun
Always on the run
Awakes in the east
Sleeps in the west

It goes to the simple
Brings them dimples
Makes them glow
And won’t go slow

Open thy hearts
Let love hatch
You need not be wise
Love is on the rise

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A Touch of Romance

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Kiss me with your golden lips
Caress me subtly with your fingertips
Oh, your curvaceous hips
When it sways, my heart skips
The twin melons upon your chest
Firm and full like the moon at its crest
You’re a mermaid among maidens
A Diana in the making
I’m hypnotized in your sultry ambience
Obsequiously tuned to your amorous anthem
I long to be in your arms
Enchanted by your charms
To be cuddled in the tender warmness
Of our bodies bonded in oneness

 

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Cupid’s Mite

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Silver and gold
None do I hold
Save this gem
In my heart’s hem
Reserved for you
The pride of my youth
For whom I feel
This Achilles’ heel
Of emotions pent up
In my soul’s cup

Accept my amorous offering
Rendered from a heart so loving
Auricled with an avalanche of affection
You’re the subject of it’s palpitations
Fleshy drums beating to the rhythm
Orchestrated by your sonorous anthem
I’m in awe of thee
So I offer all of me

 

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Part 1: Lost Diamond

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You only know your lover when you let her go…

These lyrics from Passenger’s song sting my heart like a bee’s bite. I feel the cold pain, it sends shiver down my spine. A pain no anesthetic can diffuse.

Nkem.

Why did I let her go? I ask myself for the umpteenth time. Why did I let her go? Losing her is the tragedy of my life. I brought it upon myself. Yes, I brought it upon myself. I am my own nemesis. I shot myself in my own Achilles’ heel. Now, I’m bleeding even as it all replays in my mind. How I arrived here, in this dungeon of pain illuminated by the grim luminescence of hopelessness. Worse than the curse of death.

I never would have guessed in a zillion years that we would ever fall apart, irreconcilably. Never. Not even Nostradamus could have seen it coming were he still alive. The unbelievable unmasked itself few days after our first anniversary, which turned out to be our last.

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December 31st last year was the day Nkem said ‘yes’ to me after several months of persistent pestering. Often time I got the cold shoulder from her. Early in the morning I would perch somewhere around her street not too far from her compound so I can have a good view of her when she steps out. I would walk her to work despite her refusal. All through the short walk to her working place I would do all the talking. Mostly things I have said over and over again, eulogizing my affectations and love to her. She wouldn’t even as much utter a sentence till we get to her place of work only for her to dismiss me when we get to her shop, much to her relieve. Some pest I was. I would call her later and talk for long, the usual monologue that ends with the monosyllabic response “ok” from her own end. Or is it the long love essays I send as texts that were never replied. I was bent on going the extra mile to win her heart, no matter the cost. Not even her disinterest could dissuade me.

For the joy that laid ahead of me, I kept on pressing.

Even when my friends advised me to let go, that it was a lost cause, she wass obviously not interested in me and never would be. They told me girls like her don’t date guys like myself, they go after ‘big boys’ with enough cash to spare.

Poor me, I had no money. I was the real definition of being broke. What more could you expect from an unemployed graduate? On the other hand she was the belle of the neighborhood.

The sort of girl who passes by the streets and gets the attention of passersby. Guys mostly. She had such a flawless fair skin that sparkled brilliantly like the morning star. Before I mustered the courage to woo her, I would stand staring at her whenever she passes by, wishing she were my girl. Her beauty captured my attention, but when I got close enough I realized I wanted more than her beautiful skin. I craved  her heart. And was more than willing to give her mine in return.

I didn’t give up.

On the night of New Year’s Eve, I was alone with her in front of their compound. We sat on a bench left outside in front of Mama Oge’s tailoring shop.

“Nkem, please just tell me yes”, I pleaded. “Make me the happiest man in the world tonight, just say the three letter word. YES.”

“What if I say no?”

I was discomfited by her question. What would I do then, should she say no? I couldn’t bring myself to contemplate defeat not after coming this far, not after all the effort I had invested. I would be heartbroken. Since last month I observed she was no longer cold towards me. She no longer replied me in monosyllables. She laughs when I say something funny, which I did quite often. Once she had told me that she liked my sense of humor that I made her laugh. I felt like I had won a jackpot, hearing such from her. The thought of her saying ‘no’ snaked into my mind again and I shake it off. I brace myself. She won’t.

“Well, then I’ll keep on disturbing you like Ekpan fly until you say yes.”

She burst into laughter at the mention of Ekpan fly, she found it funny. But I hadn’t intended it as a joke, I actually meant every word of it.

“So what do you say?”

Her face lightened. I saw a hint of smile on the corner of her pink lips, those lips I couldn’t wait to baptize with mine.

“Okay, I will date you.”

“’Really? Is that a yes?” uncontained excitement was wreathed over my voice.

“Yes,” she cooed shyly.

Overtaken by joy, I scooped her off the ground and swung her carefreely in the air until she pleaded for me to let her down. My excitement knew no bounds. Yes! Yes! Yes! I screamed, like the wrestler Daniel Bryan. She was stunned by my histrionics. But she hadn’t seen the last of it. I knelt down on one knee, took her hand in mine and kissed it tenderly. “Thank you, Nkem,” I whispered. “I will never forget tonight.”

I never did.

 

Part 2 comes up next week. Keep a date. Thanks.

 

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