I Fogen Luv her
In my mind she is constantly in order
Neat, clean bright flowered on border
Never had the chance to hold her
It was still cyber love on board with nowhere..
Nowhere in reality to have felt her
Ouch, otherwise she would have been onto me in square
Cause onto her would be my wear
Fit on with no tear
I’m I crazy
Could I be lazy?
Or just wanting this specific lady?
My mission not the hole
Plenty in toll
Yet her from feet to tall
Sophia the Nazareth beauty in whole
My heart towards her on call
My words for her ball
Excuse my expression, but indeed I am pussy whipped
To date on her tunes I’m still dipped
Even though she’s not around even a bit
Yet my heart pain is present as I stand, lay or sit
That feeling of pleasurable pain when her onto my head flit
Causing my heart that poor heart to spilt
Those eyes, nose, lips, ears that face! That is it!
I am stomped on & with her beauty hit
Sophia, a full natural kit
I, fully lit
And for sure pussy whipped & to the bones sipped.
Yes, tough but not a must
Though I understand its thrust
And what comes after is just
Another feeling of crust
One on top of the other, like dust
Activated solitary the other bust
On & on by our gust
Have to adjust
The ‘voracious pilot’ named lust
Whom if you come to think of his deceitful theft, you’d reach a status of disgust
As empty you stand far from robust
Jammed and controlled to rust
Nothing new under the sun, all in the past has been discussed
Yet lust still overcomes many, entering greeted and at times exiting cussed.
Yes, not much on Sophia ;)…due to her absence ..If you wish to read my other poems please check the below..And thanks for all your earlier support .
Sitting on top of the hills
Wishing I can see her from up here, down under in the city…You feel my thrills?
Rubbing my eyes trying to identify if I see the light from below
Sophia’s light wrapped to my heart with her unique glow
Shame the city top has a cloud of pollution on peak, sadly a daily flow
So I am like it’s time to shout out her name hoping she’d hear my blow
The many jammed vehicles shielding my voice towards her ears, oh No!
I close my helpless eyes and mouth in hopes for my nose to try its go
Stuffed it returns hopeless of its status quo
So I get up and roll down low
Yet thankful for those few hours as her in mind was all I saw
Missing her again is for me a daily grow.