tattoo my heart

as i remove my clothes,
the art of my love for you gazes at me,
the tattoo of my son on my neck,
to never forget him for a sec,
the brand of our make,
the first time i saw him my heart had to take.

The tattoo of your name on my chest,
on the compass its west,
putting it on wasnt a test,
thats our secret nest,
where the thought of you makes me rest,
you will forever be my best.

On my arm a script,
the first poem to you i wrote,
the one that you did fall for before me,
the dedication of my hearts fulfilment,
i loved you from my first second.

My back tells it all,
The journey of our love in whole,
The first time i had to call,
The blush as your eyes roll,
The laughter lol,
Our marriage we still stand tall,
Our pregnancy the one you called a ball.

All i want is a tattoo for the future,
The beautiful future that we face,
The unknown that sheds a light,
The peace after our every fight,
Tattoo my heart.

beauty within

the thought of you doesnt exist in my mind,
browse through you wount find,
i used to be nice and kind,
i would call you mine,
like a ray you would shine,
expensive than the oldest wine,
you body was a shrine.

I hate on you today,
you would turn a straight man gay,
you are agly and a cheap prey,
our relationship was all a fray,
i hate the fact i asked you out for a play,
and fast you went down to lay.

I hated your touch,
you were my cheap catch,
to a blind man you wouldnt fit a match,
i pity anyone who will be in your search,
your are old and full of ugly patch.

Thats how ugly your EX will always think,
they hate you for the boat you didnt sink,
some EX'es hate that they were weak,
they didnt take time to know that you are meak,
your beauty makes them sick,
i love that i go for beauty within.

watch her leave

did you see her walk out of my room?
A gorgeous beauty i would want to know whom,
shes my saviour from doom,
she makes my heart go boom boom.

Her scent is nice,
her presence makes me wise,
shes always been my ultimate price,
my lucky charm like my gumbling dice,
silky smooth thighs,
i touched them slow to make them mines.

I love her understanding me,
she know what am about,
she wants me without a doubt,
i would confess my love in loud shout.

I hate it when she goes away,
to the arms of her 'beloved' prey,
am just her lover,
who is falling for her

love maths

this is for the girl that has the flow,
one who sways her swingy hips slow,
one who's sweet and talks in a sexy tone low,
one i was with last night you know,
one il calculate for her for a show.

Your boobs,
firm and pointed,
a smooth sensual touch leaves it annointed,
its the perfect CONE thats wanted,
To find its AREA with a lick of my tongue till its bulgy and tightened.

Your ass,
Its a curve thats SEMI CIRCLE,
Loved by all from any sacco,
In swahili call it tako,
To get its CIRCUMFERENCE stroke gently in cycles,
Some like it squeezed and spanked hard to arouse their phycho.

Your legs,
Tall as they look,
Id love to get the DISTANCE from your feet to your hip,
I want to touch your thigh,
I want to peep up high,
I want to know what makes you sigh,
To calculate that PI,
To set your legs apart with a tie.

Your AREA BETWEEN,
All i can ever imagin as a win,
Sweet lumpy twins,
That needs a penetrating pin,
I know its a sin,
To swim deep between with no fins,
Careful at the end not to hold your chin.

Your HEIGHT,
That keeps them out of sight,
Tall enough as you might,
To kiss me with no difficulties of an upward flight,
A tower in the night,
A queen of all in the light.

You,
Of all culculations yours is the easiest,
ADD your natural beauty and you are the prettiest,
MULTIPLY your smile and be the bussiest,
SUBTRACT nothing to always be yourself,
You are the only answer i get when i DIVIDE all that i invite.
:-)

all i need

i want her to screem my name,
i want to make hey boobs fame,
i want her to burn in sweet flame,
i want us to touch with no shame,
i want to be the bad boy you blame,
even when our emotions are insane,
our body and mental synchronise the same,
i want to be the only you would want to tame.

I want to feel the inside of you warm,
i want to make it mad love at home,
i want you to guess where am from,
i want my hands all over your body to roam,
i want romance to be our norm.

I want you to yearn for my kiss,
i want us to get stuck in this bliss,
i want to moarn in your cat nail tease,
i want to get crazy of this,
i want to own a part of your body not to lease,
i want to kiss you slow from your toes and above the knees,
i want you to beg for this as you say please,
i want you to be crazy about me my miss.

I guess all i need is you.

last second

among the love wrangles,
the relationship struggles,
the spoken words i fumble,
the times i get in trouble,
am forever humble.

I would love like its my first time,
make love like its my last time,
deep it low in a fast slow rhyme,
make her happy to her prime,
for love costs no dime.

For that last second only,
i would do as she pleases,
make her cum out of being horny,
bring heaven down as she wishes,
tell her of my deepest secret,
make her a lone confidant with my heart rate,
i would make my last second be great.

fuckd up life

she was just eighteen,
young and beautiful like a painting,
innocent of love and sex wanting,
her dreams and ambitions in her waiting,
to many she was this ray of lighting,
to few she would fit dating.

And just like that,
a second in a beat of a heart,
a release of a fart,
she found whats not,
she was forced to take the metal thats hot.

Yes its hard but she got rapped,
her mouth gagged and taped,
her nicely curved body misshaped,
lacking the idea of a cry she only wept,
i can only empathise with what she felt.

Her sweet world had crumbled,
shaken down by a royal rumble,
bitteness filled what was humble,
words disappered to pave way for mumbles,
out of peace with herself she couldnt have Jambo,
to her life was a poor gumble.

She now carries the venomous fruit,
out of that killer fluid,
she doesnt want to keep it,
the evidence of a bad ending,
like a weary snake she only wants to shed off her skin,
not to make the next of kin.

up closeup close

look up above the sky,
look as far high,
be at your best when you try,
the beauty and relief sigh,
one that makes the beautiful one shy.

Look at the moon,
curved like a shining spoon,
beauty that turns the sane into loon,
crazy in love like johny bravo the cartoon.

Lie besides me,
come close and feel me,
have the warmth of we,
make me inlove to see,
clear my mind to be free.

Listen to the cheer of the cricket,
the have come to our show without a ticket,
to listen to our love thats wicked,
they aught to come to our meeting at weekends.

Feel the cold wind blow through your hair,
feel the love that we share,
close and tight as we pair,
feel me deep inside you there,
you are my only survival air.

no need to resurect

my sight is blurry,
i wake from my death bed in a hurry,
i say to my love death
'its not today sweet cherry,
i need to travel back to the land of the living by a ferry,
in my wait dont get weary,
at the end you the girl im going to marry.'

She kisses me good bye,
i thank her for the opportunity to try,
to win back the heart of my living honeypie,
in haste my shoe laces i tie,
as i walk back to the world with my head held high.

To my loves door i knock,
hopping and counting my luck,
my heart,love and care i take back,
on my left hand is a pack,
of rose flowers that attract,
its a sweet way to get her recall the contract.

She opens her door,
there are kids playing on her floor,
the youngest must be atleast four,
behind her a man follow,
he kisses her and his tongue she swallow,
emptyness fills my heart thats hollow.

Its barely four years,
my cheeks becomes wet by my tears,
i take four or five of my favourite beers,
i have no one to talk to even my peers,
my journey back to my grave increases my fears.

Am just a ghost,
in love and lost,
cold and filled by frost,
my living love would have been my host,
i guess i still have my beautiful death to share with a toast,
to leave life for the living,
there is no need to resurect.

poetry

she says she loves my rhyme,
sweet like juice in da lime,
just starting i havent hit my prime,
il write forever till the last second of my time.

On my left arm a tattoo,
in my life i got you,
close never far too,
if i loose you i wouldnt know what to doo.

To you am addicted,
when writen you never predicted,
a kiss in my heart am greated,
in my mind you are ever fitted.

Poetry is my scented flower,
it keeps me in a tower,
with fulfilment it shower,
and the share of magnificent power.
Of my Sweet love poetry

argony

i looked directly into he blushing eyes,
i could see all deep and beyond her soul that lies,
i could feel her efforts her tries,
yet she doesnt ask why,
my mouth scented with expensive booz am high,
near her am sober and try not to be shy.

She is the girl i can never have,
the girl in my dream that i feel love,
i my act manly and tough,
deep down my heart lies on a sharp edge thats rough,
but then i wouldnt call her my better half.

Am hurt and sad,
i cry often with tears thats not a tad,
sometimes i wish i could be glad,
and have no ulcers affecting my gland,
i cant express this feeling in a word,
my body knows am i a fucked up world.

I encourage myself that she may have a shred of feeling for me,
she may call me honey coz shes my bee,
in my dreams shes the only one i see,
if only wishes where horses.

one dance

she held me tight,
i was high as a kite,
we danced in delight,
each move sparking up a light,
sensual in everyones sight,
wishing the would be me they might,
i guess am the dance hall knight.

We would dance to the beat,
her legs and hips where fit,
to shake all night without a seat,
making me feel her body heat,
wishing if she was candy i would eat,
gal you are a dance floor wit.

You would turn down this dude,
maybe he wasnt a nice food,
leaving him where he stood,
i would tell you wasnt in ur ryt mood,
if only this booz could stop me from thinking about you nude.

When am away i could feel you body calling me back,
i guess you have used that magic thats black,
i cant think of any good luck,
maybe is because my eyes are on your twin rack.

You the best dance of a life,
today my tatoo will read your name as my wife,
best girl to make others jealous,
i love being your zealous,
next time dance with me bilaz.

female body

i love the female body,
its an archive,
so old but yet a young gold,
rich in goodness and beautiful like a godess,
dusty in colour yet not rusty,
deep in meaning and still a mistery.

Its a picture,
painted only by the softest brush,
secondly with no rush,
its a digital picture,
taken in natural light with no flush,
i wouldnt throw it in a trash.

Its a drawing,
it requires the finest of pensils,
to draw the fairest of the queens,
beautful i would start with the twins,
of breast up the face,
to end from the waist down,
with a smile that kills a frown,
from my drawing she would walk down the town,
wearing the best of a gown,
i would make her a combination of black and brown.

Its a lone diamond,
sparkling like the sun,
making me her only man,
her body my only one,
for me to treasure and have fun.

Its a rose,
scented and pure than those of whores,
it attracts a powerful force,
up from her toe to her nose,
its beauty is forever it never goes.

I would compare it with everything nice,
its worth the highest of price,
a simple knowledge you wouldnt need a wise,
i love the mystery of thefemale body you tell me otherwise.