How she lay so lively,
upon my thighs,
A beauty like Nefertiti
in that blissful posture
She lay so knowing,
her father got her,
she need no validation.
He's got me,
I know am safe
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
Thump, thump, thump, thump,
Thump, thump, thump, thump,
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Son, bare thine heart before God,
Confess you, shame the Deceiver morely,
It is just, it is Godly!
I have sinned gravely,
I have been covetous,
Lo, I seek forgiveness!
Thine sin, though crimson-stained,
Heaven bequest thee mercy,
Cause of thine courage.
Go, sin no more!
Pray, I ask but a favour,
Suffer me not this thing,
Baptism, that I seek.
Though much multitude await,
To be confessed the same,
Grant thou this for faith's sake.
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
Melanie, an uncommon primate from Akhetaten,
Her eyes burn with energy as coal,
An aura that's so graceful; would bring humbleness,
To even Pella's golden youth.
She's sung in the streets of Xiangyang,
With praises of a Qin princess.
Rumour has it that a See once,
Perpended dropping his Pallium for her matrimony.
Why wouldn't she take these as mere compliments?
Something well mastered by we mischievous mortals,
We who would laud a Muse to skin bleaching.
Why would she bethink herself divine?
Just cause Vinci once portrayed,
her as "The Black Madonna".
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
Gulls, gannets brooding
vying for plankton
Acrobatic flights, flappings
Swarm the blue
Chirping, tweeting another
To lave the silvery sea.
Impishly unclad moppets
Running and frolicking,
Some helping their
Fishermen father untwine nets
The evening venture their chaste aim.
Over the horizon
Is the Yellow Face
Lustring like a
Gigantique Bohemian Chandelier
Lapping on the repose waters.
Someday when am ripe and mellow
With means to own a crew
I will sail up that mulky horizon
And touch that glowing cosmic disc.
But mater says
"The horizon doesn't end"
"It goes in league miles"
"Even when a yore mile is sailed"
"It's unattainable, puerile and trifling" She'd opine.
Only these chiding words of hers
I never take for a dime,
I will engage in my venture
I will stand to be corrected.
This is my only demure dream
I will endeavour and suckle her
I wouldn't want an elegiac ending
In this beach I've known for eon.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC