I am here a poet
And like I do,
Someone messaged me
Like a friend ,I replied
She gave me her mail
That she had an important story to share
Like a man,I gave her mine
She was thankful
But soon she turned a refugee
Under refuge in Senegal
And desperate for help
She asked my occupation
She asked my account details
She asked for my support to transact
$55000
I refused all of them
Now she needs money
To come and meet me on Kenya.
I went ahead
To check her account in here
And she had a one COPY PASTED POEM,
And she was got,
If you are the one,
Kindly try when I am drank
I will pour out all my secrets
I will transfer half of my money to you,
The only problem is
I love Christ
And I don't go near a pub
Leave alone getting drunk.
I will disclose your details!

They say that it is hard to find
A friend whose love is so devine
But how lucky am I to be
Because you are my friend up to eternity

A friend that I can really trust
Even I tell to her the darkest hour of my past
A friend who’s ready to fight
When enemies are about to conquer my side

In times of trouble and I need a help
You are always there giving a helping hand
So don’t worry because I will never forget
All the love and care that you have shared

You know that our friendship is like a cupcake
It’s incomplete without honey or chocolate
So I am sure that our friendship will last
Just like an old song in the past

Our friendship will never make as apart
It circulate from our heart to heart
Even age will never hinder our friendship
Because we know the art to retain our relationship

Words are ****.
They make me want to rip a pillow with my teeth
Or marinate in a sensuous heat.
Where you'll be, sitting there.
Waiting to kiss my spine and touch my hair.
Tell me regaling tales of what you think.
Of what is rational or obsolete.
Worlds like Suggestive, Sarcastic.
Forlorn and Bombastic.
Makes my skin melt and heart palpitate.
I will no longer settle for those who are adequate.
I need substance. I need someone (you) to say.
That you're enamored and beg me to stay.
I want that learned passion that only we
could portray.

I want to learn
to play your body
like an instrument.

When that is done,
I will play it
with wild trembling
fingers.

And when my fingers
touch your strings
you will make sounds
so wanton and sweet
even the angels
will blush.

  ~mce

You are the
sandcastle
in my heart
I will never
let wash away.

  ~mce