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Lust is an integral of love

One home, one man, two girls
Relationship John has
With Mary is divine
But he keeps an affair
With pretty sexy Jane.

Mary is but a fruit;
While Jane, ravishing seed
knows the ways of the cats.
John says he loves Mary
While he lust after Jane.

From secret, the sun shines
Driving shadows away
Now it is crystal clear
But how did roses wither
And pleasure turn toxic?

Do you know, what lust is?
It is integrated
As a core part of love
Love without lust is dead
Lust without love is evil.

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

Nichole to Nicholas (7): Dwelling in a Dead Sea

Obviously, this is lovelorn…
An ice at the core of a fire
In the quest to find love
And any to sweep off feet.

“Oh… how do I breath,
Without his touch
And feelings in short”
She cried, and flew off.

Heavy laden in tandem repeat
None of which Nick noticed
While chasing after Cole…
Ignorantly he let an Angel go.

Obviously he was in whole
Nothing but a living dead
Swimming and dwelling
Unknowingly, in a dead sea.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
The Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (6): Loving Nichole

Rolling on the floor
Where she had fallen
Desecrating her wings
After admiring from heaven…

Loud she cried
But he didn’t blink an eye
Nor realize
Her eyes had tears

Neither did he notice
The morale of happiness
Drifted south to abysmal
Why worry, she concluded,

When his heart beats loud
Not in a form of fright
But in bliss and flight
For someone else…

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (5): Abysmal

Every night for seven years
She sang to him sweet lullabies
So he could fall back to sleep.
But not until red roses withered
On her fluffy knees, flat she fell
To an extent even heavens cried..
Heavy laden in walls of her heart
But the greatest dismay to her
Wasn’t the doubt of her purity
Nor the existence myths of Angels
But the fact that she sang
And watched him fall asleep
For seven good years, while
He had wet dreams for someone else.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (4): Injured to abysmal

No time and no hearts
But shredded feathers
And chopped off wings
Cost an Angel a cry.

Oh what a great pain
More than whips of cane
But sorrowful abysmal
Of heartbreak, she cried.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Go away! Get lost!

Hey…! enough of the on and off
No more switch, no more jagged knife
Take it far away from my life…
Including words that made me fall
Take the sweet cherries, take them all,
Enough of being just your sex doll.

Spreading my knees, chest you shove
Mounting on me your weight in clove
Mumbling aloud; I love… love… love
Grabbing my waist like pillows
Thrusting and banging my window
Ejaculating moaning; I love the limbo…

Not sooner comes the creamy milk
You remove your long joystick
Then zip up and away you walk
To return when you want another wreck
And after drilling into my body lake
You tell me; “babe, let’s take a break”.

Hey…! enough of the on and off
No more switch, no more jagged knife
Take it far away from my life…
Including words that made me fall
Take the sweet cherries, take them all,
Enough of being just your sex doll.

©2018 http://www.vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dear Anita

Dear Anita, a lady of glamour
To all knocking on your door
Your beauty powers the Sun
The reason many will fall
Is that you are not just fair
But your fragrance filters the air…
From strangers, cometh a friend
So be nice to the very end.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A second to less than three

Season dry; I felt hot like a fry
Dark clouds gathered the top of my roof,
As darkness crept, the lightning stroke
Shredding same broom that swept me off my feet.

Shed in rapids, I got so turbid
By the wet tears, of heavy rainfall
And every drop, came with a strop
Like a soaked bread; huff! my heart was swollen.

Erosion came hard flushing it out
I bled out mud the thickest of blood
The thunder stroke and tore it up
With a full force the wind blew angrily

-A whirl cold air, casting out my shreds
Far beyond reach and from each other…
Hollow I was but an empty shell
People could tell my stories made news

Shallow in depth of my misery
Apparently not a breath lived in me…
Thousand years, slowly swung by,
I came out and it took the sun seconds

To gather all of my shredded heart
Assembling me back as a tall tree
Green as before and now I am
So less than three and less than three is love.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Outgrown love

The you I knew
Was moonlight fine…

She sang “she’s mine”
With angelic smile

The you I knew
Was next in line

Beyond miracles
Love was her sign

Eternal flame
Sigh was Raven

Flying in sky
With an open eye

And her sweet kiss
Behind the scene

Was beauty real
Taste of heaven.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

How we end

How we end – © Onyeche Vincent O.

I thought it was a bliss
Of burning ash with hugs
No scratch, no rash, no Hawks…
So spotless, it was clean,
A sweet and lovely scene
But we outgrew our sins…

Our lovely feet reduced
Including socks and shoes,
Now they say we are fools.
All we had is now few
Our mouths ran wider too
Throats shrink the more we chew…

We had thick red tongues
But lesser we altered words;
Like horses we were hung
On trees of never mind
Closing eyes, nodding head
Beclouding how we end.

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