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Handle women like an egg
True love you will never beg
They can never be dethroned
No matter their broken bones,
The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

There wouldn’t have been a man
So please, respect the woman
Compliment her with your strength
And do not strike her with it…
The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Not all time, she hits the nail
Humans are to err and fail
But please never you laugh at her
Instead, play and laugh with her
The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nightingale Alley

Sitting on rocks by the beach
River flows with a force
That could erode an alley.

Every day thunder strikes
Can you hear the nightingale
As it sings melodiously

Do not hear but listen deep
The legs are forced open in pain
Listen beyond its nocturnal songs

The peaceful River is a mirage
There are tears in tone of its voice
It cries out, begging for help.

A few minute pleasure, a leisure?
Hello male, and hello females
There is no right in being rapist

Seek consent, it might be yours
Wait a minute, think about it,
What if you were your own victims.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Somonka: Eleven questions

Men are enchanted by her glow
Even when she makes them know
That her heart belongs elsewhere,
Few bow and go, many men
Blow a fuse, and tear a drum.

But she stays faithful to one
Yet they feel she is heartless
Picking up her phone, she swipes;
How many will she delete
When they come every minute.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Masochistic World

Back on the bed
Job on the hand..!
Get it all peel
For an offer;
If you can pull
I give you a thumb.

These sadists trend
Ungodly trade
Picking up nail
And long hammer
To grab a bull,
By its own horn.

Failure cum pain
Breeds bad results
And evil deed;
All for good end
She bows and bend…

I hope it shall
Condense and rain;
Why take graduates…
Through hell for bread?
Please be reminded;
You shall be judged.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex: The legends of Calabar

Greeks has Aphrodite with love sense
Romans has Venus the love goddess
In Nigeria we have the Calabar girls

At the time of the year hormones swing
I don’t know where your belief springs Nor the notes and the songs that you sing;

There are legends you may not know Girls from Calabar makes stars glow Within genes where expression shows

From a generation into another
They have this suppression of hunger With satisfaction quenching anger

I am not talking the they say things
I am talking from the actions seen
They are perfect with cling and pings

Their waist rotates righteous blend
If you don’t know make them your friend
For Calabar girls are good in bed.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex: The hymen

The first time in womanhood
Is usually a moment of value
While some men see sex as food
Others sees it as laurels
But hymen is misunderstood.

Sexual bleeding is not a proof
That a woman is a box of new
Every building have different roofs
In various shapes and in sizes
The hymen is misunderstood.

Open her legs to make her scream
But not all would be hard to dig
Some might not be easy as it seem
Not every woman would stain sheets
The hymen is misunderstood.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet and Sex

Animation emanated
When love dug into me
I knew I was in love
Not through hot sex
But possessing thoughts;
Of warmth hot in winter
Confused like harmattan.

It infected me so bad
Like Asthma and inhaler
I couldn’t breath without it
Animation emanated
From a million mileage
I pictured love’s image
Setting sheets on fire.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex: Explore

Bringing mountains with sucks and leaks
Reinventing many techniques

The crazy things we often do
Just to express the dept of love

Strange it is, until no one cares
Exploring beyond underwear

Drinking the sweet orgasmic juice
Whispering stuffs; no one recalls

Making love, overcoming inertia
Bringing out great potentials

Sweet actions, worries are less
Imploring couples to explore sex.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex: Banana and Milk

When the eyeball rolls back
And the rack then begins to jerk
Sweet skips, brains loss track

The lungs begins inhalation
In response to intrusion
Pain pleasure and passion

Let creativity be at its peak
In the Creek, implore a beak
From banana extract a milk

Unlace his boots, loose his tie
Sex is a food, good and nice;
All they told you were but lies.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex: Altruistic sex

No crime if a lady initiates sex,
Tell him how bad you want him next
It will not make him think of you less.

Sex is good; don’t be misperceive
Grab his tie and unbutton his sleeves
When he is free or before he leaves

Take him down, with whatever crude
Ride on him, both calm and rude
Be free to make him feel so good

Don’t be deprived of sex and magic
It is not bad, nor a crime or tragic
Just like chores, make sex altruistic.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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