Night easing closer to midnight
stars twinkling in soft diffused light
like moon beams gushing through the blinds
my gentle caresses rouse your sighs

Nuzzling nose in nook of your neck
greeted with a murmured plaint
tightening grip on our clasping hands
'midst quickening of hastened breath

Scents of jasmine fill my breath
rousing passions 'neath naked hide
whispered nothings fill the air
hurried 'tween our lip locked rides

Different skins same sins

We’re men of different skins,
fighting for a coloured flag.
In the end no one ever wins,
all that sin for nothing, a drag.

Does it matter who fires the first shot,
I wonder what the bibles say.
If they fight for what you’ve got,
isn’t that coveting on display.

Covet a very comfortable word,
in a book of ready made excuses.
To say it borders on the absurd,
only ever helps hide it’s abuses.

"Bring on all the suspects now and haste,
ordered Maure, we have no much time to waste."
" We've already some valid clues, and
I've got reports 'bout a wife's abuse!!"

Now Macwill couldn't find his wife, his fears grow,
and thought she could give his business-life a blow.

"If cops find out what's going in the bed
they sure would charge me of Fitzory's head."

He thought her a poem last Sunday
He thought it and parlayed it where she lay
Commanding the verses and words in array
He thought her a poem last Sunday
He thought it and then he went away

~You cannot control me now;~
~You can’t rule me.~
~You cannot control me now;~
~You got rid of me.~

He caught her a cloud the other day
He caught it and nestled it where she lay
So amazing, yet so full of empty dismay
He caught her a cloud the other day
He caught it and then he went away