A beauty of African born
a damsel of a regenerated people
an angel with wings beneath
Truly! Thou arth perfection laid bare
my betrayed lust i can hide no more,
Alas! the Prince of my loins is mutinously aroused in a heated flare
Eew! mortals should not resist the contrivance of Mother Nature
Eew! Ebere!
Your skin is velvet to the feel, and forever verdant as that of a new babe
Spotless and graceful, ethereal yet you adorn it whole
I dare Agungi the woodcarver with his prowess and sorcery to create a feel so pure
For He shall continually toil and founder until Olodumare takes his soul
Hau! how could The gods have fashioned you solely from a rib!
Thy miry backside is more than a woman's pride
Little wonder The lecherous men exercise their necks when you walk past
Only when the elders are nigh do their intentions hide
But in their hearts your succulent behind shall continue the dance
How can a man,even one monastery bond, resist thy blooming bosom?
Shall he not be tempted to question the sincerity of his diety?
oh! gloriously rounded, like Madam Atigbara's Palmwine cup,
the tit sitting upright, like a groundnut seed seeking the face of God
Eew!I am as confused as an accused suddenly beset with a rapid hiccup
heaven surely knows your face, only therein could such beauty emanate
Thine eyes so out of place, for none in the whole land can replicate
They speak gently of an innocence and passion long forgotten after one's birth.
Your hair flows calmly, like the quiet rivulets of River Osungba
Black as spent coal, yet more lustrous than the whiteman's magicbead
Sensous lips, full, moist and endearing
albescent teeth, solid, arrant and unerring
Eew! How jealous have our wives become!
Eew! Ebere!
Let me bury myself in thee
let me fill that treasured void between your legs
allow your soft moans drift slowly unto the heavens
Let the gods delight in the acknowledgement of the wonderousity of their hands
let me ravish you over and over again
That lest the gods conspire and deny me heaven at the final hour,
(Edumare forbids it happens!)
I shall have known of its fullness and joy
Barzini 2010
Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
Read 872 times
Written on 2010-07-15 at 12:54
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
a damsel of a regenerated people
an angel with wings beneath
Ebere!
EbereTruly! Thou arth perfection laid bare
my betrayed lust i can hide no more,
Alas! the Prince of my loins is mutinously aroused in a heated flare
Eew! mortals should not resist the contrivance of Mother Nature
Eew! Ebere!
Your skin is velvet to the feel, and forever verdant as that of a new babe
Spotless and graceful, ethereal yet you adorn it whole
I dare Agungi the woodcarver with his prowess and sorcery to create a feel so pure
For He shall continually toil and founder until Olodumare takes his soul
Hau! how could The gods have fashioned you solely from a rib!
Thy miry backside is more than a woman's pride
Little wonder The lecherous men exercise their necks when you walk past
Only when the elders are nigh do their intentions hide
But in their hearts your succulent behind shall continue the dance
How can a man,even one monastery bond, resist thy blooming bosom?
Shall he not be tempted to question the sincerity of his diety?
oh! gloriously rounded, like Madam Atigbara's Palmwine cup,
the tit sitting upright, like a groundnut seed seeking the face of God
Eew!I am as confused as an accused suddenly beset with a rapid hiccup
heaven surely knows your face, only therein could such beauty emanate
Thine eyes so out of place, for none in the whole land can replicate
They speak gently of an innocence and passion long forgotten after one's birth.
Your hair flows calmly, like the quiet rivulets of River Osungba
Black as spent coal, yet more lustrous than the whiteman's magicbead
Sensous lips, full, moist and endearing
albescent teeth, solid, arrant and unerring
Eew! How jealous have our wives become!
Eew! Ebere!
Let me bury myself in thee
let me fill that treasured void between your legs
allow your soft moans drift slowly unto the heavens
Let the gods delight in the acknowledgement of the wonderousity of their hands
let me ravish you over and over again
That lest the gods conspire and deny me heaven at the final hour,
(Edumare forbids it happens!)
I shall have known of its fullness and joy
Barzini 2010
Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
Read 872 times
Written on 2010-07-15 at 12:54
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text| Texts |
 by Awenlimobor Sylvester Latest textsProblems (1)Ebere! Eternity! The troubles of Mugabe (1) Steadfast |
Increase font
Decrease