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Poetry

Black Allure

H.

Black or white; surely we are something as simple as Humpty Dumpty. But, without the fence sitting.

 

Roses and whisky; Surely, I have earned some milk and your strawberry cookie.

 

No need for drama, nor reason to cause a scene as we know we are much in sync.

 

Honesty or dishonesty; surely by now you know I can see through your lies.

 

However, I turn a blind eye cause baby you are as shinny and unbreakable as gold and ruby, beautiful as the Sun rising above the Caribbean beach, whilst your soul young and wild like lily’s of the valley.

 

Hence, me know sey if me capture and posses this light of yours and begin to caress it, your spirit will be elevating.

 

As e be, me know sey your light burns as the celestial feasting bonfire, at the untamed valleys.

 

Me find sey na to run to the wave love been bring come as thy Angels whisper about recreating me.

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Poetry

Night Lights

H.


My intent is not to tickle your nipples and then leave you wanting, nor have you from this Moonlight till the next Sunrise. Nah, this does not please my soul, but my Body and Mind.

I see no point holding on to what was, So, I seek for what I believe is the source and this leads me to a new world with moons and singing Stars.

I long to have you for eternity, or at least for as many days as the Stars, but if thy flesh and fire is all you want, verily your wish is my command.

However, my conscience pricks so i have to warn you i will appear and disappear from your sight as a shooting Star, on the night all your wishes can become a reality, thus, i am known by few and a myth to most of mankind.

Whilst I wanted it all with you the grains on my palm were not mine, neither was the river I felt I could drown in; thus I wrote you songs that will live forever.

Darling, I was neutral until your sweet dirty words sunk into my senses, thereby creating a sensation I want, thus, it was as pure and powerful as Light.

Model: Peggy George
Photographed by: Hamid Ayodeji
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Poetry

A Tale of True Religions: The Milky Way

H.


At the right space and time i could catch you by the wings when you are falling.

With the right amount of Sunlight i can look into your eyes and feel its burning sensation save me.

At the deep Eastern region of the garden, after a life time of descending, it feels like i am still falling for you.

With every step taken i feel a certain kind of way, i mean energy. Finally i feel free, like i can do anything i wish and pray for; and this can also be intoxicating me.

At this point, i feel the darkest times can be our brightest hour as i can see the moon and a shooting star adorn the night sky. Thus, i reached out midst everything with poetry.

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Poetry

Emptiness

Della


I lived in a guilt of knowing the wrong, but still choosing it.
You belonged to someone else but the thought of you being your happiest with me convinced my doubts.

You were so grateful to me for being in your life as I showed you how it is to be loved with every ounce of someone’s existence.
You shared your secrets with me and you loved me the way you loved yourself.
You protected me and looked at me constantly as if it was our last day.

Your hugs were so tight,
felt like tattoos on my chest.
Your kisses were intoxicating
They made me dizzy with passion

Your love was my favorite kind of wine
It made me high
Oh baby! How did we turn out to be so helpless?

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Poetry

Her Story

@abandoned_road


she waits for him

as she had promised

and she waits alone.

Her ears desperately craving

for the sounds of his footsteps

from the other side

But she isn’t able to see

what’s happening on the other end

because he has already closed,

not just the doors,

but the windows as well.

Still she believes

he’ll open the doors very soon

Oh God, she is such a tragic fool.

she doesn’t know she is lost somewhere

Deserted of all her hopes & dreams

Pushed far away from all those places,

places she believed were her destinies

a master he was with all his words

spoke those lies like a player,

Eventually became her god & beyond

she invested in him every bit of her prayer

But still she waits alone there under the moon,

Because she really believes

he’ll open the doors sometime soon

Oh God, she is such a tragic fool.


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Poetry

Love Struck

H.

Her lips were as red as the roses decorated on her white garment.

Struck by her beauty and scent I followed as she ran towards the sunset above the sea.

Each step I took was a moment closer to a young Garden, where Love and Peace gets its deserved credit.

Each smile and gaze at me was a detox freeing me from the wicked old witch’s spell.

Light or darkness I could still see and feel her face and touch, thus I knew in her garden my seeds shall flourish.

How ever, I was neutral until your ever burning sensation sunk into my senses thereby, creating an energy I want, which was as pure and powerful as light.

My Love, i have been captured by your firm hold over my body and mind, leaving me seeking nothing less than freedom from the moonlight up until the sunrise.

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Poetry

River of Love

H.

Countless numbers of kisses you give me in my mind.

We were in utopia, naked and drunk all night.

Boundless was the love and the desire for your kisses.

Countless lies I tell myself, only to be defeated by the truth tonight.

We were alone in the whole universe the moment your lips touched mine.

@tartiyana

Boundless are our thoughts, if the mind is explored, the unthinkable will be our findings.

Countless times have we drifted away from the winds reach, to wake from the fall off a dragon’s wing.

We were breathing heavily but yet short of breath of life.

Boundless was the intent to prove my love for you, even if it meant going to war for the world and riding with the Knights.

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Poetry

Love Vine

Poems By: Tobi Adeola

 

UNBORN CHILD

The exact feeling I have right now
isn’t just how i’m gonna hold your tiny, tender palms so tight
to my enlarged perky boobs.

But how i’m gonna tell you the tales of the one
that nurtured me to your stage, and how it would have been blissful for you to learn a bit of her motivational style.

I just wouldn’t mind so much because you’ll be blessed to meet her second half. How sweet a memory it will be to introduce the world to her newest solution as you bask in the pool of love she offers.

@jonnyalves20

White Guy

White guy next door,
Stop giving a hard stare when you pass by my flat.

I know you’ve been giving it a lot of thought
If I’m like the blacks you heard about or
I’m just your neighbor who has got a nice smile; glamorous wink; and pretty body, all to your admiration.

Do yourself a favor and give a slight knock on my door
I’ll be glad to welcome you into my vine of romance.

It really gets tiring watching you open your windows so wide, playing the “if I’m willing to follow my heart and love you song” as you peep into my room.

I caught you last night and the one before
Be a man and come up strong

OUR NEW YEAR SEX

Tell me you got the flowers for me before you grab my waist.

I’ll remind you of how I like the way you smile at me before you grab my upper lip, then followed by the lower lip.

Whilst basking in this erotic moment, say you are most blessed to have me, thereby presenting me some dark chocolate and nicely scented flowers in a hamper, placed by the bed side so that it would be the first thing I see.

I shall come over wearing a red dress, as early as dawn of the day.
Don’t worry your head over anything because I’ll come along with strawberry scented candles.

You’ll scream I love you for as long as you can.

Art Works By: @jonnyalves20

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Poetry

Seasons Pass

The Journey and Sunshine made my skin dark as clay and with each step Angels were my light, night and day.

The stars were lit, the moon full so as every string was struck in accordance to every note, the Angels led the way.

Every symphony birth from the beauty emitting from your smiles and gestures was so much a sign that this piece, I no go fit throw wey.

As the leafs dropped from the the tree’s branches, down to the streets, due to the freezing wind lingering upon it, I watched from a distance wishing you were next to me.

Fancy leather boots from the store with shinny glass windows and I was reminded with you it is all or nothing.

If love could dare wither away as quickly as these leafs or leather on these boots, I never loved you truly.

H.

Photo Credit: Hamid Ayodeji