Queen Of Qhatwe
Like you always do
You stormed the terrace of my thoughts again
Riding in like the princess of ancient kingdoms
Envies of men, desires of the gods
Eyes like the color of hot cocoa,
sprinkled with tiny flecks of gold
beneath the moon shone her mahogany skin
She drew near, nature beauties her entourage.
The night shone brighter as she smiled at me
I combed through her dark wooly hair
And they felt like a squirrel's strands
She touched my temple, I melted like ice
Can I forget this moments beneath the moon
When we exchanged our salivas on kiss altar
When your sumptuous lips left me helpless
The softness of your bosom offered me succor
You left with my seeds planted in you
Like tubers of yam planted into mother earth
Aphrodite will I worship till you come
Bearing me the first fruits of our toil.
Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus
IG- Oluwamarc
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