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Feb 2019
Hot love is
like the African
catfish pepper soup
served hot.
With sweaty face,
nose dripping
and mouth gulping
noisily as you
savour with concentration
on the aromatic
delicious saucy savoury
watery dish.
So is the
display of love
between the two
lovers dealing with
themselves doing
the ultimate unspeakable
unimaginable things
which the mouth
cannot express
or utter.
You won't believe
you did that
after it's done,
only the memories
haunting you in
your aloneness
and silence.
Stealing smiles
as you glance
at each other
with eyes locked
in knowingness
with a secret
nod unseen.
The heart desires
joyfully and secretly
for more intimacy
with a loved one
like this one
again and again
doing the you
know what.
I'm not a
psychic or a clairvoyant,
but I can
see that smile
on your face.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme
Written by
Emeka Mokeme  M/Nigeria
(M/Nigeria)   
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