My eyes glittered with perpetual delight
When I saw this beauty before my eyes
Half naked with those gorgeous thighs
Inflated breast and dazzling sexy eyes
Then I swiftly asked a question to myself
Is not she every man’s foremost goal?
Paradise is there, beneath her cloths
In the garden of her adore; but I have
Lost the path to her scintillating adore
Perhaps I am ignorant of the utter path
For love died soon, when I saw her yearn
It is true that beauty captures me much
But it is lust that frees me from crush
Tell me now, who among us is guilty
And who is guiltless?
Any one who tells you they (male or female) never lusted in their hearts is either lying or dead. Great question treated with your usual sensual bent. Good Job!
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
You are so honest!
Richard Vallance
Reindeer
" Is not she every man's foremost goal,
Paradise is there beneath, her cloths"
Excellent write.
William
~ smiling ~
Love and peace,
Susan