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Darling, show me the way to your joy giving spring,
Let me plunge in deeply with vivacity and make you sing.
 Sweet angel, feel the thickness of my ready to shoot arrow,
Whose only target is to make you moan out your sorrow.
You are so flooded sweet darling, your moistness takes me out of space,
And no other trigger is better than the glorious expression on your face.
You make me lie down in surrender, but upwards looks my tower;
Stony as the rock, full of Eros’ life-giving power.
Darling, evade this tower from its reservoir to the crown,
Your pearly lips teasing the eye and your tender hands reaching down.
Make it slippery like your sweet treasure filled hole,
Charge it like a rocket, set to zoom into your soul.
What other grandeur can be compared to that of your hips?
I bow at the fullness of your angelic red lips.
Your nipples are erected, darling, Cupid tells me what they need,
 Your two identical pearls are lovely, very succulent indeed.
Angel, open your beautiful legs, the keys to Eros’ pleasurable door,
As small as a needle’s eye, I have never seen it’s like before.
I’d caress your eye beneath with the fire of my tongue,
While you burst into unfathomable ectasy, singing an unknown song.
We kiss and touch desperately, our eager souls are now on fire,
The feeling is supernal, nothing can quench this desire.
You whisper to me, “plunge your solid anchor deep into my sea,
Deeper than your wildest thought on how it could ever be.”
With your legs open like a book about to be read, I draw my human sword,
You are in love with such firmness, pleasure no money can afford.
I run my tool on your eye below to its chord-like top,
You quake in sweet consensus, you do not ever want it to stop.
Then with love and passion, I dive into your ocean with the tip,
Oh sweetness divine! Look at your beautiful eye drip!
With Hercules’ strength, I plunge in steadily, faster and deeper,
You passionately cling to me like a child does his beloved mother.
 I shoot in my arrow with full length, you raise your melodious celestial voice,
Hitting the spot of your joy and making you colossally rejoice.
I ravage in deeper with light’s unfathomable speed,
You scream for joy, and in cloud nine you earnestly for more plead.
Now I feel there’s a surge coming, and what more can I do,
Than to come out and hand my arrow over to you?
You stroke it with life, its my turn to plead and jerk,
You’re deaf to my pleading as you tease my arrow’s eye with a sensual peck.
Oh what an explosion that makes my vision blur!
Fiery volcano shooting, you keep stroking, anticipating more.
You trigger my gun till I make the very last shot,
With strength unrivalled, nothing compares to this sort.
Mission accomplished, we smile after we both in fulfilment exhale,
Sweet sigh of relief we heave after a bumpy nice sail.
“You’re the goddess of sweetness darling,” I tell you the truth so plain,
“And you’re my Eros,” you reply, “let’s do this again.”

By Onuoha Emmanuel.
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Submitted on September 30, 2020

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Onuoha Emmanuel.

A Nigerian poet, story writer and article writer born on the 29th of April 1997. My love for poetry was triggered by reading William Shakespeare's works who would later become my literary mentor forever. I am a poet who has dreams of acquiring my Master's degree in Literature outside my present clime(Nigeria,) having obtained my Bachelor's in Mass Communication as a Second class upper graduate. more…

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