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A No Phony Love

I do not need a one nightstand
My heart is not like ships that pass
In the dead night but a desire
That reoccurs like the Sunsets.

I do not want no sweetheart deal
Neither hearts that are short and sweet
But a tongue of enduring taste
Stay with me, let us build a home.

Though sometimes I grab a pillow;
Nothing is as amazing as
The Sunrise, waking beside
Genuine love, at the crack of dawn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Resurrecting for love

Kill them all by any means
We were once archenemies
Till we saw the thick blue sky
Beyond clouds we thought were high

Holding hands, all the time
I am yours, and you are mine
That made them all so angry
Between us, they kept coming

As the sticks and stones stroke us,
The tears and blood shed, bound us
To the depths of affection;
That sweeten our emotions

All things I will do for you
I came from death, hearing you
No one, can put asunder
We belong, here together.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Perfect combination

When the wind whirls, everything unfreezes
Easy like; a, b, c… one, two, three…
Underneath the tranquil sky so blue
The rain showers then two birds flew
From separate spaces finding shelter
Or a spot where droplets don’t bother.

Singing sweet songs that is far from grief
The melanin hid under green leaf
Like it was predestined, fine and raw,
They met by chance, and fell deep in love
It must be the wind; maybe the rain
That matched them up; some people will say.

Certainly, the wind made it fonder
While the raindrops, wiped off all blunders
Birthing a clean slate of obsession
Nurturing new sets of emotion
Great as the black beautiful look
Blessings they got on each other’s hook.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My blind spot love

There’s a girl, at sixteen she’s a bronze,
Twentyfive; she’s a glittering silver in clothes,
Thirty; she’s as valuable as minas of golds
They say, her beauty and halo never folds.

Dam at forty; away she still steals my breath!
Deeply deep down, drowning dock depth,
Daring and violating, my lungs and heart,
Downtown with sexuality of natural fit.

Fifty, she’s an object of great astonishment,
Forever, she is a rising accomplishment
Flowing in Ocean, Sea, Stream and River,
Fluorescing; her presence blows my cover.

Sixtyfold, out of the nice ice cold shower,
She’s still that leaf of my cover and clover,
She’s my passion, red rose and flower,
She’s my crush and emotionally trusted partner.

Seventy; she’s snow white in my cold frost,
Sweet grey, a diamond in my treasure crest
So kneeling to her for a finger ring is no regret,
Since she’s still that rose with a pleasant scent.

Eighty; she tweaks her tenderness of sweet sixteen
Erotically sensational, so sweet and clean;
End to end, I see not through her lovely sight
Especially while reading her mind and heart.

Ninety; she’s still that lovely township girl
Nest of sweet rural pleasantries, hot as hell,
Now we sit, underneath the moon and tell
Nose to the skies, in melodies of jingle bell.

Hundred; she’s my ride home to snowy ice
Huge marginal figure, bride and apple of my eyes,
Honestly; she still have same sound and sight,
Her humour still rocks and shine so bright.

A hundred and fifty; we shall still hug and kiss
As the World spines; and rattlesnakes hiss,
Allowing shadows to know eternal flames
Along this allusion, I shall wish, to see how deep it is.

Author : Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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