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Hazel’s Diary: Growing and Glowing

Every lion was once a cub
Nature didn’t disturb
Nine months came, nine months gone
A shinning star was born
The heavens sang her song
Mine she chose to belong
Before the interaction
And all the attraction
In dream I saw her eyes
All shinning like the stars.

The joy of a father
Can never feel better
Watching your own creation
Lay on awesome cradle
Joy became flocculant
When I came in contact
With my baby Hazel
From blossom you could tell
Joy take worries away
Settling me, so to say.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tones: Love unforgettable

Just like a fish without its gills
Suffocates days before the grill
Without her, I get drained and drilled
In heart where she designed a frill.

Seeing her daily, refills me
With a good loving sweet and real
From pure eternally flame distill
By her I am warm and fulfill.

Whoever hath her hast her will
Rejuvenating; strong as steels;
Her roses fetch comforting chills
That seals the very best of deals.

Thou may dismember all of me
But each and every part of me
Will never forget all the thrills
And affection in me she instilled.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The true seduction

Who said none will get aroused
By seeing you off your clothes?
Take off your gowns let him see
Not nipples but brainy seas

Flowing through nudity
That gives you authority
In matters concerning hearts,
Seduction is who you are.

When it rains it surely sprouts
Your brain will always stand out.
Dear, why are you so bothered
That he may find another

With a more attractive hole
As time has taken a toll
And made you so grey and old;
True love got nothing with folds.

Note not all men will be moved
By sweet voice, and twisting curves
Coming for beds of climax
There are more to breast and ass

Adorable than cookies
Save your worries of cherries
A true love never gets cold
No matter wrinkles and folds.

Please do not be so angry
When I refuse to agree
That all men are bags of scum
Depositing packs of cum

In all girls that comes their way
If you need love that will stay
You must offer more than sex
Worry not about the rest.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Watching Baby Hazel Sleep

At times she cries, but my grip
Gently rocks her into sleep
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
There is a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
That gives me gigantic joy
Watching her rest without roil;
On my capable shoulders
As her dark eyelashes flutter
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.

Could it be her striking pose
Or the way she placed her nose?
Whichever it is, she brings
Joy as a gift to my ring
And a fresh sweet morning breath…
In all dimensions, she scents
Like Rose in her cradle bed
Showering us love instead.
O what a wonderful way
Hazel sleeps at night and day
Wishing not to grow older
Under my arms and shoulders.

While sleeping she slowly smiles
Like the Angels in lala lands
Blew at her, a million kisses
Baptizing her compliments,
For the love her parents pour
Has no rival, claws and flaws
Hence, when she burst into tears,
She can swear, we will be there,
There are many places I love
Her to sleep, but all above
Wish she would not grow older
Under our arms and shoulders.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: At three weeks

Ever since heaven smiled on me
With an Angel I hold and rock
My life has been so beautiful,
I wrap my arms around her tight
I stare at her all through the night
I get butterflies when she smiles
Today Hazel is three weeks old.

The dawn arrives when she wakes
Loving care never pumps brakes
For it brings joy side by side
Filling my heart to brim with pride
Hence I let nothing bother my child
There goes my beautiful jewel
Today Hazel is three weeks old.

I keep her safe and count her toes
I slide my fingers down her nose
I kiss her forehead, cheek and lips
I reach out to her when she turns
Throwing her glove fist in the air
The look in her eyes says; I love you
Today Hazel is three weeks old.

I watch her stretch her tenderness
While she yawns in innocence
All she does is suck, sleep and shit
Fourteen slash two, is Valentine’s day
But my love for her is everyday
Standing by her in tears and joy
Today Hazel is three weeks old.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Internet girls

Your breast is well shaped
Like a giant grape
Curves around your waist
Calls for longing taste.

Temperature rise
From a million eyes
Seeing your bottom
Take seductive form…

You have amazing
Beauty to envy
But you bring them out
On the internet.

Just for million views
But that cheapens you
You still wouldn’t stop
Taking off your top.

When addressed as whore
You attack the foe
Yet your privacy
Is for all to see.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Redefined normal

First, we tucked our privacy inside
Now we take nudity as pride
Another lust and victim defiled
Another culprit and truth we hide
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child

Hey, send me your nude, click click we slide
We hear a knock by the door, we hide
Not even partners by our bedsides
We appear like we are by poolside
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child

I pray my kids wouldn’t take the ride
Piloted by the shadows of the bonafide
The stylist now make some holes so wide
For boobs to go out like a riptide
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child

All the trendy madness is to glide
The good way is lonely, no one abides
Even crimes we committed in our hide
Are now done as a normal outside
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child.

©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Cradle cuddle

You make me look stupid
Losing my composure
I am privileged having
You, that I am sure…

Your magnanimity
Can not be measured
It makes the stars to
Lose their cynosure.

Hotter than the Sun
It is my pleasure
Holding a beautiful soul
Covered from exposure

By a spotless nascent skin
Fresh and soft in texture;
Nothing beats the feeling
Cuddling my own treasure.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Anticipating her first word

Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire

Practice till she perfects
I may not, comprehend

But I will put my all,
No joy without annoy.

Whether it is; ma ma
Or even the; da da

For whichever comes first
Would create no fist fight

But bring the joy of spring
And happiness of flea

Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Veracious

The love mum pours on her
Makes me think, she goes far…

From her mum, she begins
Hazel my daughter wins

Slashing all that we shared
Including loving care…

Though it is between us
Since she came, I feel lost

But frankly speaking she
Lit up my soul within..

I get green with envy
Yet she is my baby

You need to see the force
She applies when she sucks…

Time flies, and it is true
Guess it ends as she chews

But until then she sucks
Voraciously like ducks

I love that between us
Not that I am jealous.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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