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Red orange Delilah

Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughts
And the point where my conscience got burnt...

Until it sees a beauty with grace and elegance
Making a statement; fall or take a chance...

Heaven may erase my name from the book of life
But I await the judgement after my demise

For there is a perspective of sin I have seen
That justifies impermissible carnal sin.

Heaven knows that even immortals
Can't take their stainless eyes off her

Her body configuration do not hide
The amazing workshop where God's craft abide

Heaven knows that her skin is as soft as a wool
Red orange Delilah meant for Samson's Waterloo...

I know in heaven my thoughts are condemned
But with her, I would rather stay as damned.
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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tales Of A Wife: Anonymous

Her lashes are sooty coal
Her smiles are exactly shaped,
I wish I were a mold.
To stare mutely at her down the road
Watch her laugh out those teeth as white as snow
The trumpeting trumpet, she’s that I love to blow
Maybe she don’t: but I think she knows.

Her backside curved valuable like gold
If she is money my all should be sold
‘Beauty Queen’ I call her chola,
Her architect had a plan neatly nocuous
For making her so deftly gorgeous
Such a beam: she could be my nurture
Even when she says not a word to me by the road,

Her presence is so-so,
She is such a beam never to let go,
Every now and now she walks by the road
High heals talking: I stand like a mold
Eyes wondering like a lost toad
Maybe in her I could find a home
But how can, when she steals an inner-bold?

Dangerously sharp as a woody thorn
For her, my skin is willing to bleed
I hope it yeilds result like a batchfed.
She is a tempting sin I love to hold
Her name she says not to me by the road
My liver and nerves fail,
Science may say its virus but I’m simply scared.

I make no sound nor pretty word
Pretty hurts
Honestly I yield
Wish I could talk
All my coins I drop in a wishing-well,
Yet, most flaunting got me so cold
As she passes by the road.

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