If Only what she see is Me
Then my Hurt will strangulate,shred and Un-steam
Till I swim the rivers of her thighs still.
If Only what she does is wring
Then let it be D swaying rings
on her bare chest, So I cling.
If all she can is Born
Let it be from the offshoots I pour
When my thighs sings, as offsprings come forth
If, if,… If she can just be Mine
Then the rivers will hum and Rhyme
As a world unfold, and our souls fuse like Curry & Thyme.
just one or two issues, other than that, really nice
should ‘D’ read ‘the’ ?
then last line, unfold should have an ‘s’
“As a world unfolds”
Thanks .OluFunMi-Lola….and me Akolawole….hmm.. I reserve my comments…
nice one! From you sir, i love the poems, they good for the reading pleasure.
Hmmmm….good stuff.
good or errotic….do u know what the poem really depicts??? Pls read again…swimming the thighs of a WOMAN…Ahahah!!!
a heart yearning for love- well bro keep them poem coming- well done jor
Thank U @mikeeffa…U ve seen what others didnt see
Haha bro..your mouth too sweet. Very subtle. Nice
Subtle.hmm…*winks* @shomyk
beautiful…………