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Remember the man with shifty eyes,
that makes quick goodbyes,
and keeps shoes untied.

He just woke up,
but he's been gone.
I absolutely
Love it
When he cups
My face in
His palms
And kisses me
Because
I never feel
More loved by him
Than in that moment
It's as though
The world has slowed
As though his heart
Is whispering to my soul
I want you forever
And I can't help
But smile as my heart
Flutters for the first time
In ages.
 Feb 2013 Nigel Obiya
Ayaba Babe
I just want to put my lips on you.
I want you to feel what my kiss feels like against your skin.
You're beautiful on the out and you're
Beautiful on the in
Beautiful
Like a sun kissed beach in the dead of winter,
Like a leech
I will shed you of your skin and **** you down to the ocean and encourage you to swim
Dive in.
Like Trey Songz, but you're sexier.
The *** will be messier
-because I'm so attracted to you
Linguistically attached to you-
Borderline infatuated
Suspended in poetic serenity.
I just want to put my lips on you.
I want you to feel what my kiss feels like against your skin.
I want to worship you in places that God would surely tell me were unholy and forever-more my temple will be barricaded with sin
And I'll tell God,
Tonight, I am not Christian.
Tonight, I want to make devilishly passionate love to you
Tonight
You will feel my lips against your skin.
I can not sing songs, but I do
I used to not write, but who knew
So I sing and I write
And I do both every night
I can not sing songs, but I do

My voice is not good, but so what
It's the only **** voice that I've got
I sing what I know
I sing high and sing lo
My voice is not good, but so what?

I wish I wrote songs, but I can't
My poems mostly rhyme, and some rant
I can not write songs
But, I'll write all day long
I wish I wrote songs, but I can't

I can not play music, I just write
I don't write real deep, only light
I wish I could play
But, I can't so I say
I can not play music, I just write

I'm glad that you like what I share
I can't sing a song, but who cares
I'll feel like a ****
But, next stop....youtube
I hope you drop by...once I'm there!!!
After I hit 100,000 reads (I'm at 91,100 and change in 9 months)...I am considering starting a channel on youtube, reading my work. Let me know if you would check it out....I hope you all do. I appreciate all of the supportive words so far from everyone. ( and the negative words too!!)
you carried me home,
again,
I am inebriated on the cheapest liqueur,
you've done this before,
you've held me,
and if we had to walk you made sure,
you walked on the outside
you know me,
and my tendency to conduct
traffic in the middle of the street,

if we drove,
you,
made patterns on my back,
smoothing out my dress,
or collecting all that I have taken off,
like a jaded version of Hansel and Gretel,
you are always picking up the pieces of the crumbs i dropped,
you forever in the friend zone,
and I am continually putting on and taking off,
creating intricate dances for strangers,

and you catch me when I fall,
I am forever falling,
wandering the woods looking for danger,
or maybe just another way out,
I speak to witches,
you pray to Jesus,
I used to call him mine.
and you hold my hand,
when I began another round,
of self infliction,
another bout of self destruction,
you stay my sword,
swords that nick my wrists,
that have found home in obscure location
but can be found in any provocation.

you stay my hands,
allowing me to yell and scream,
allowing me my anger,
you know it's just misplaced,
and I am just struggling to deal,

I recreate wounds that never showed up,
play house with the demons,
as they remind me I have been beaten,
with the words of an abuser,
I felt the tainted touch of emotional vice.

but you follow me,
lovingly,
consistently,
like a chain wrapped rigid around your heart,
and I feel in foggy delay,
so intoxicated with the ghosts of things that fester,
you are the only one who keeps me safe.

And I have loved you, even when it seemed like I didn't notice,
I know you hold my hair when porcelain tattoos my skin
and I am making love to tiles on the floor.

and with any and all parts of me that are good,
they have lived and survived because of you,
living in the wasteland you have become my sun.

your grace and love carry me,
though I am not as strong yet to live for them,

you have shown unmeasurable kindness,
to me,
and my knight to beat back my darkness,
I may not say it,
I should just say it,

*I love you.Forever and always.
 Feb 2013 Nigel Obiya
JM
Desolate
 Feb 2013 Nigel Obiya
JM
Cold, weightless, shadows.
Ashes of us fall,silent.
Garden of grey, blooms.
You aren't good for me,
Or so they say
But as with the others before you,
I pay their warnings no attention.
I crave you with my every nerve
And you burn for me too.
I want to feel you on my lips,
Taste you on my tongue,
And breathe in your everything.
Feel the sensations you can bring
As my heart pumps harder
And my body tingles head to toe.
Then we are through,
So I leave you behind
Out of breath and
Still carrying your scent on my skin.
You've served your purpose.
My appetite is satisfied for now
But oh too soon I'll crave another.
 Feb 2013 Nigel Obiya
Mia
Loving you
 Feb 2013 Nigel Obiya
Mia
I want to sweep you away
on a surge of love.
Swelling, rising, overwhelming
Escaping the confines set.

I want to whisper in your ear
How much I want you.
With me, in me. Be with me.
Tell you that I love you
More and more each day.

To lose myself in you
Be all about you
Am falling so deep
Am crazy for you.
I want to kiss your lips
Slowly, sensualy, passionately.
Touch and kiss you
Brand you with my passion
you are all I want and need.

If I could breathe you I would
I dream about you
Whispering against my lips
That you love me.
Taste me, enfold me.
Consume me.
I am yours like you are mine.

Hold me.
Stop for a moment and feel
Every sensation when I touch you
The electric tingle
When I rain kisses on your body
Beg me to take you in me
And I surely will.
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