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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

Flowers Bloom and Fade Away

Yesterday I read a heave sigh

From two beautiful candy friends

One’s voice deep and romantic

The other soft like elastic

With a pair of golden lips

As sweat as red cherries;

 

Yesterday they had laughter’s

Inviting like temptation

Reminding the aged of the infantile

Remarks that could tears fill the tile;

‘Rome was built not in a day; let’s give it a try’,

They sigh.

 

Next day I got a headache

From two bitterly barking dogs

Deep, harsh, light and loud

‘Dad … Mum!!!

It will never work; let’s call it off’

They mull.

 

Today I read yet another sigh

Like tomorrow, yesterday, birthdays,

Christmas and New Year’s Eve

Two beautiful candy friends

Holding candles by the cradle

 

Hope it’s not another part of a pack

For flowers to bloom and fade away

 

 

        

        By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

        © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Something Without

 

Something Without

 

There is something I want to say

I take a softer line yet I can’t stay

This way;

 

Lonely, I so need a sway…

 

There is something I’m scared to face

It makes me increase my pace

I’m a soul chimed with no ace.

 

Wish she’ll play my soundless noise; for

There is something I like her to hear

Rhythms drumming hard, orchestra playing together;

 

Not beats but a listener missing…

 

There is something my mouth dare not speak clear

Sounding like a broken record if played

Right in here, deep within, my heart speaks clear.

 

        By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

        © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

 

 

 

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