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Mar 2015 · 634
A Lover's Plight
Victoria Nojang Mar 2015
The Cries of a Lonely Old Man

If nature were a woman, what would we call her?
Adriana would be a pleasant name for her
For Adriana as she then was, my high school crush
Pretty with eyes of gold, lovely dimples,
She could arouse the gods even with a smile

Yet quiet and composed was she,
Bold and intelligent to the core indeed
"Life is a quest, a constant battle with forms unseen"
She always declared in her essays of art
Such profound artist, could I make a move?

Compared to her, I was feeble minded
A victim of fate, losing both my parents,
Nature never smiled upon me
Circles of dark deception, winds of cruelty
That's all I got, even the shimmering sun
Lost its glow, eyes that once glittered
Transformed into a raging web of darkness

But let the readers forget about me,
My torturous past led me to Adriana
The lady who would ****** a knife and shatter
What was left of my turbulent heart?
For I met she again at college, San Francisco
Being the only African dating a blonde
She was my world, my life rejuvenated

Eyes once darkened by a humorless pain,
Began to sparkle with shocking intensity
With every kiss, she re awakened my soul
Then three years passed, and I was ready
To go down the alter and make her mine

That scarlet night I proposed on bent knees
She wore a strapless gown of velvet
Slid I the ring on her finger, sealing my fate
When she said yes, my heart deeply rejoiced,
She leaped like the fiery little startled waves

The wedding invitations shared to thousands,
Sponsors invited it had to be only once
I didn't mind letting go a fortune, all for her
Then the day itself, my best man and I
Paraded in such immaculate white tuxedos
You could tell the angels above watching in envy
Wondering what it takes to be human and me
I drove in a silver white limo, so we called it

Two hours in wait, the Priest deeply disturbed
Noises, whispers of discontent could be heard
The bride hadn't shown up, her maid of honor
Stepped in with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry Ric"
My heart stopped, dreadful thoughts lurked in
"Here's a letter for you” she handed the note
It read, “I’ll be here Ric, but not to marry you"
Then she stepped in, my bride in shining armor
The Bridegroom walked to her and they kissed

Forty years later, I'm a lonely old man
Never able to rise from the hard knock of fate
For indeed if nature were a woman,
I'll like to call her Adriana
Mar 2015 · 506
Lips of Gold
Victoria Nojang Mar 2015
Let me feel your lips of gold
Engage mine in a battle of flames
Kiss me till my heart goes still
She's been wanting this for so long
Oh what height of desire this must be
At every touch my body pants for more

"Lady forgive me but I sure must leave"
"If we continue we'll surely burn"
"I do not want to kiss and ****"
Yet his firmness unmoved by his pleas
Glad to know I wasn't ablaze alone

"You're right" I said while twisting
"Leave if you must, but wait a while"
"One more kiss would set us free"
"Deny me not the last tussle"

"Oh well I'm stuck on you forever"
"I love how your body responds"
"But this must stop at once"
Though I want your lips trapped on mine
I refuse to surrender to the lust that urges me
"For I've got a wife, kids and a home"
Mar 2015 · 1.4k
Obsessed with Mr Handsome
Victoria Nojang Mar 2015
I am obsessed with the gentleman in the grey suit,
Senseless to say he’s taken my breath away,
His robust figure though concealed, deeply revealed
The firmness of his body sizzling indeed,
Makes me think of the hardness of his core
Truth is women never wanna say the truth
They fear that letting that tiny cat out of the bag
Would bring shame upon them if their wishes
Stand unfulfilled, so why state it?
But me thinks I either state it or I state it,
My body yearns for this delicious fellow,
With him, I’ll turn morality to debauchery
I’ll give every piece of me if he’ll only ask,
I crave above all things to possess him tonight and beyond
Mar 2015 · 1.2k
Let's Ride Tonight
Victoria Nojang Mar 2015
I wanna ride till I can stride no more
I wanna love you till the night runs out
My desire tears me to shreds as they stand unfulfilled,
Oh that I could challenge you to do the unthinkable
Set my body ablaze, set my ***** on fire that’s my request
What would it take to make you look beyond appearance?
The gift is never judged from the parcel alone,
Oh baby unveil the gift I have for you, that is all of me
Do not let the winter nights pass,
For you surely may not have others
Kiss me till I am drunk of your wine
Touch my tanned body till it feels like silk
Reveal your hardness so I may explore,
That two souls entwined may shaken the pillars of heaven and hell.
Jan 2015 · 637
Dining with Mirabelle
Victoria Nojang Jan 2015
She was the cutest flower ever seen
I painted her image with shades of green
There was such passion in eyes of silver
Such intensity I could stare forever
She provoked the inner genius from within

She was a sweet country girl
She glowed with radiance, such sweet pearl
But oh she hardly ever left her shell
She lacked the experience only sixteen
You could tell her naivety even in her skin

But this lass was a ******* temptress
You could see in her an amazing seductress
Her slim golden toned body glittered
It set my ***** into such uncontrollable fire
Satisfy my ecstasy and then regret my desire

I could hardly ever sleep at night
The thought of her plagued my dreams
I held her so close and yet so tight
She trembled and let out a low scream
But I awoke from the pipe dream

I wondered if I could explore my fantasy
Would this ecstasy be my tragedy?
She was my sunlight so I thought
I must fight to make her my reality
So I approached her and found she was distraught

She needed a friend, she leaned on my shoulder
Not mindful of my status being a stranger
Then she smiled and thanked me for the time
“You can have me, I’m at my prime”
“Stealing my virginity is no crime”

She removed her robe; I stared at the naked creature
Studying deeply her magnificent features
I kissed her deeply and could feel her heart throbbing
She trembled and I could feel our desires heating
Pants down and little Johnny was burning

Getting deeper and deeper, tearing and breaking in
She screamed and urged me to come further in
Oh how her body reacted to my every touch
I guess saying I’m an expert isn’t too much
I waited patiently, did it steadily, why the rush?

She bled and gave herself completely
I hugged her and kissed her lips sweetly
She was a magnificent beauty to explore
And yes she is mine to forever adore
I gave her the art that spoke of her beauty truly
It has some explicit content I acknowledge, but it is a reader friendly poem.
Jan 2015 · 362
The Poet's Experience
Victoria Nojang Jan 2015
Living in an absurd world
Abandoned by loved ones indeed a cruel world
The poet shares her experiences
To all she expresses deepest condolences
Life is worthless, love is meaningless
When our souls are scorched, oh the emptiness

The Poet’s experience speaks of torture
Every Pain that makes the mind rupture
Oh if she can discover that silver linen
That blissful hope felt within

The Poet cries out for a ray of happiness
Yet compounded with sadness
She wishes she never came to exist
In a world where problems persist
To any other poet who thinks of the world in this light oh has another view of the world please join me in writing on the Poet's Experience.
Jan 2015 · 1.1k
Erotic Stranger
Victoria Nojang Jan 2015
I stepped into the bathroom, about to have a bath
Feeling weak and weary too tired to start
******* letting loose my gracious gown
Stepping into the bathroom with a frown

The bathroom door closed from within
I knocked to find out who was in?
He stepped out naked as a jaybird
Losing my wits, couldn't let out a word

He noticed my nervousness but smiled
I scurried away breathless like a child
Unable to have my bath, I sat
Obviously unwilling to cross his path

Three hours passed, then I woke suddenly
Determined to shower despite his presence
Was he an ****** god that appeared mysteriously?
Thinking out loud still it made no sense

I hurried into the bathroom, he was gone
Hurried to the kitchen, still no sign of him
In the midst of my shower, I spotted him
Oh no there surely was no way to run

Trembling as the water drops fell on me
My vulnerability, he could clearly see
I tied my towel, ran after him to inquire
Who he was, for he was nothing but a stranger

On getting closer, I felt a rush of feelings
Cloud my mind, yet I refused to surrender
For I was no love sick teenager
He came closer, our encounter was sizzling

I tried to resist the hot explosive kisses
But my towel fell off revealing all of me
What more could I conceal?
So I stood wishing I were made of steel

But too late my body gave way to the pleasure
Oh for it was pleasure beyond measure
My heart's tremors could be heard
She had been battered before so she feared

Yet with him it was different, for he was a stranger
And for years I had been a loner
Yet in seconds he erased all memories of pain
And replaced with bliss, that was my gain
Jan 2015 · 355
More Than Just A Game
Victoria Nojang Jan 2015
Pleasure that’s all I seek for now,
The pain of being alone, shall I endure?
I long for an eternity in your arms but how,
When you prize another beyond measure
When your heart seeks another’s pleasure
Oh this pain's like a deep protruding wound
I wish I could wipe the feelings away too soon
But no my heart knows your name,
She screams so loud, she’s gone insane
Everything goes away when you come around
This torture incessantly abounds
How can I train my heart to hate whom I love?
Can I receive help from the heavens above?
My body seeks you in more ways than just a game
Jan 2015 · 363
Blind Heart
Victoria Nojang Jan 2015
If love be indeed blind then I choose not to see
Cause losing you would destroy me
You’re the sun that radiates my day
So I’ll ask this of you, please stay

Stay and I’ll give up my world for you
With every kiss I’ll show you
That you’re worthy of my lips of gold
With passion I’ll shield you from the winter’ cold

For if love be indeed blind then choose I not to see
Cause losing you would destroy me
You’re the moon that radiates my night
So I’ll ask this of you, please never leave my sight

I want to conquer you with my kiss;
Teach you the true meaning of bliss
With every touch you’ll surrender
And be mine to treasure forever!
Jan 2015 · 383
Famous Love
Victoria Nojang Jan 2015
Oh how can I hide?
The feeling that seizes me
Oh how can I conceal
The desires that spark
The lightning that engulfs

My heart’s in fury
My principles becoming extinct
This monstrous desire overwhelms me
Your kiss a weapon of torture
Oh how your tongue glides
My lips burn in thirst
Seeking as a bee for nectar

“Be in control” I say to myself
“I won’t get nervous” I say to myself
Yet at one touch, my body trembles
I am at a stance, oh your tickles
How you make me blush and gleam
Your icy glare devouring me
This ecstasy all too novel

Within me lies a still fire
Rekindled by your wicked kisses
Set ablaze at a single stroke
Of your fingers down and deep
Into my closed temple
Opened up by a scoundrel

Before you I am powerless,
I cannot rebuff nor deny
The man who knows all too well
The arrogant masterpiece

All pride and dignity gone
Body and heart gone
My nightmare, my fantasy!
Jan 2015 · 694
The Fighter Lives
Victoria Nojang Jan 2015
A Tribute to Nelson Madiba Mandela

A great hero once born is gone,
His legacy shall indeed prolong
All African leaders acclaim him as a hero,
He is a son of the roots, the African sun
Oh hear his heroic voice, our Idol

Oh let's scream his name, Mandela!
Oh hail the great Iroko, Madiba!
For freedom, did he fight?
He the age old lantern, source of light
His words' a symphony to our delight

Oh you awakening spirit of Africa,
Your voice heard in the Himalaya
Your memories forever in our hearts,
Your legacy remains till we part,
Oh the fighter still fights!

Madiba shall you rise again?
Shall the fighter fight again?
Oh so selfless a heart of love,
He's reached the heavens above
On earth we build him a grove

Oh this tribute We give to you,
Though the sun no longer shines on you,
In our hearts you remain engraved
From dawn to dusk, on your grave,
Shall birds sing of glory, it's true

Oh Mandela, Madiba, we miss you father
For freedom's sake, you did not surrender
Your seeds shall forever bloom,
In heaven the brides await their groom,
Your laughter did erase our gloom
I hope the readers enjoy this piece

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