Ifunanya

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Ifunanya m,

A blessing from my Chi

The only palm kernel

In the hearth of my heart

So fair to look upon

Like a full moon in its prime

My gold, my Ona

The wealth of my youth

The virility of my manhood

You’re the precious flower

Planted by the side of the river

Whose petal is as the plumage of the peahen

The very one I beheld on my way from the farm

That captivated me with its charm

A calabash of palm wine

And tubers of harvested yams

Will I bring as an in-law

To your father’s sacred obi

I will tell him of the flower I saw

That of which I intend to pluck

And when I do so

I would never let it go

We shall blossom as one

Fruitfully bearing fruits

The love of my life

In you I found a wife

Asa nwa

I mara mma

 

NOTE

  1. Asa nwa means ‘pretty child’
  2. I mara mma means ‘you’re very beautiful’

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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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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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What’s Love If We Don’t Fall?

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Not that we are assured of being caught
as we drift headlong
in the blind hope of finding solace
from the hardness of stony souls
that leaves one shattered
into unmendable pieces
like jagged bits of broken china
Yet, we take the risk
for a taste of its bliss

Love is like learning how to ride a bike
Sometimes we might fall along the ride
and get bruised
Though we might hurt
we shouldn’t put the brakes
to our heart’s wheels
for what doesn’t kill us
only makes us stronger
isn’t it?

 

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