LOVE IN ME
Don't look into my eyes,
My face speaks too,
It's louder than a thunder storm,
As it strikes my face like lightening.

My love for you is true like the birth of Jesus,
Anointed it is,
Whether by hook or crook,
No man can lay us asunder,

My love can never be conditional,
Because it's not like a seasonal river,
It's continuity flows in my veins,
It's attached like a door lock to a door.

Leaving you! You don't say?
That's the worst nightmare,
A nightmare that I beg to wake up from,
I'm here to stay, wine and dine!

Never break the eye contact,
That's where our bond lies,
Nothing is impossible,
My love for you is till infinity!
© marcohnyangacha

I wonder do you dream of me, when you're in your bed, do I come to mind, when your desires must be fed

When you are wet and feeling *****, am I the one you see, when you gently stroke yourself, do you wish it's me

Playing with your *******, stroking through Black lace, when you close your eyes whilst you play, do you see my face

Fingers finding wetness, lace ******* pushed aside, do you imagine having me, when your ******* gets spread wide

Juices run down your hand, you give them a long slow ****, your ******* getting closer, in your dream we start to ****

One hand slips inside your bra, ******* hardening to its touch, the other buried between your thighs, playing with your crutch

Head tossed back you're ******* hard, you explode and soak the bed, when you play with yourself, I hope I'm in your head


@marknyangacha

It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,
And I know I'm in a better place.

It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know these feelings I have
Are true.

Getting lost in my dreams
With the mere image of you.
It's hard to imagine; it seems
A future lost, one without you.

So I leave my arms open,
And I'll wish and may pray,
Eyes focused and hoping
For your embrace just one more day.
happy girlfriends day my love❤️❤️

Some call me the Madman
Others the ****** boy
But am just a poet, I write whilst crippled in my bed, from erotica or Vampires and Roses, whatever grows inside my head

*******, whipping, floggings, outfits worn for *** roll play, the kinks inside my poetry change from day to day

Tales of abduction, locked up in a dungeon, dark and deep, tales of pretty *****'s and how I love to make them seep

Handcuffs and being tied down, with rope, zip ties and chains, an endless list of ******* styles, that hide deep inside my brain

I also write of sweet romance, of a never ending deeper love, of Angels disguised as mere mortals, sent from high above

Tales full of passion and ****** games so full of lust, relationships between Dom and Subs and how they're built on trust

So I thought I was just a poet, who wrote poems about the thoughts I think, it seems there's more than that to me, I'm a poet with a kink

marknyangacha

My scars remind me of many things…😢
Some I want to remember and others I want to forget.
I am pure to the truth but I swell in regret.
Shame, pain, triumph, strength… scars represent.

There are no badges to wear;
I have no pride to hide.😢😢
I am not a product of the stories;
I refuse to be a prisoner of my descents.

The past is often forgotten...
Memories distort beyond recognition.
Scars will fade, darken, stretch and shrink.
But the deep ones stay; I still can’t forget.😢
@marknyangachapoetry