Yearning allayed
By fond memories of
Morning cuddles
And forehead kisses
Fluffy pancakes
Made of love and fondness

Playful tickles
And lusty bearhugs
From-the-back embraces
And prankish smacks on your curvy derrière

Oh! how I miss you

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Unintended Muse

She’s pretty
That’s a given
Of course, she
Knows she’s pretty
But how pretty
I’m not sure she

So fine
Her twin dimples
Break forth in smiles
Her sculpted cheeks
So appealing and cute

Her obvious youth
A refreshing sensation

Yet elegant

Her full, black
Hair, rich without perms
Combed straight
And made up in a bun

Overall classy
In her electric blue dress


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Your nubile curves
Swung into my consciousness
With desirable appeal: decent
And dressed up in snug, light blue jeans, and a tee;
Contoured and compact and carried with panache.

I lend my voice to extol your traits:
Uncountable times it must have been
Uttered in numerous, flowery complements –
How you are fair like the noonday sun;
And fairer still like a glowing star;
How your eyes burn with a golden hue –
You’re beautiful, it is so true!

Ị na-amuke amuke
Ka kpakpando;
Ocha gị juputara ka olaedo
Na enweghị ntụpọ!
Ọmalịcha nwa dị ụtọ,
Mma gị na-eme obi m pọlị pọlị!


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Savour me like a massage.
Hot, cold, or even tepid –
I am fluid;
I’ll suit your very need.

Guide me like a shower spray
Soothingly pelting your body.
I am fluid;
I’ll heal your tired muscles.

Enjoy every deft touch
Like a steamy shower.
I am fluid;
I’ll loosen your chronic knots.

Soak up the soothingness,
Like of a scented hot tub
(I am fluid),
To calm your frantic thoughts.

Trust each delicate touch
Kneading your calves and thighs.
I am fluid –
Taming all your stressed sinews.

Absorb every knowing blow
Drumming your torso and back.
I am fluid –
Hypnotising you with rhythm and sound.

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Am I just a piece in your daily rites:
Used, dampened and hung up to dry?
I often wonder how much you love me,
Whether you really like me the way it seems.

I’ve heard you speak of loving my colour;
Of being impressed by my very soft texture;
You say I soak up a lot and I’m exquisite
That I’ve been around for quite some time.

I’ve mapped all your contours and your folds;
All your nakedness I’ve known by the tendrils
Of my soft fine strands; and my memory always
Soaks up your body scent fresh from a bath.

I shield your bare bosom beneath my softness,
Hugging you deftly as you step out the bath –
Touching your torso, your hips and your thighs.
We are intimate. I even feel much more!

I know your covered secrets: the birth mark,
The fair patch, and the mole. I enjoy the way
You guide me gently inbetween your legs
Soaking the moisture (that, I know is mutual).

I savour every inch of our salubrious relationship:
The way you care, keeping me clean, the hot
Soapy washes and warm times in the sun –
Keeping me crisp and fresh for ready use.

I appreciate your shaved legs and trimmed hairs;
Your silky skin; your spotless face and your long hair.
Still I wonder how deeply you love me, whenever
You hang me out to dry.

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I think to myself
What goes on in her mind;
While I consider and say
I need to soak up all this warmth
She exudes.

I lean in closer
Your softness presses my arm
Softer and more inviting
Than the cosy cinema seats:

I wonder
Did she just shiver;
Maybe I’m sapping her heat.
I feel intimate.
You grab my arm,
And tilt your head
Snuggling closer.

I inhale the whiff of your natural hair
And then the shampoo and hair cream –
So inviting!
Thoughts flood my mind.
I wish things.
I stroke your full thighs through your stretch jeans.
I long to touch.
To touch.
I long for a kiss.
For answers.
What goes on in your head.

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Outside, the day has begun to break
And the remains of last night’s rain
Fall as huge lazy raindrops on the leaves –
It sounds like the gentle protest
Of several tens of popcorn
Being freshly prepared

Inside I cuddle closer under the bedcovers
Sleep eludes me
I dreamt you were here
But no,
My pillow, my only company
Sits on my head

The neighbourhood cockerels
Crow heralding the coming dawn
Of a beautiful morning

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