Saturday 14 February 2015

A VALENTINE'S WISH

He says,
She say she's every woman and more 
Worth a dozen roses but is she the woman for me
Baby I hold you close,
I take an oath
Honey drip on your lip
Till you feel like heaven coming
Though I haven't seen you lately,
Only broken voices on your phone when I call
Baby, I miss you greatly

She says: 
He tastes of the mysteries of manliness
His promise of heaven hard to ignore
The hunger in his deep dark brown eyes
The heat of him as he embraces me
Clouding my every instinct
Could he be true?
His oath so sweet
So amazing yet unbearable
But don’t let me go
Kiss me forever
Hold me till I’m breathless

He says:
Girl be my every fantasy, my very own woman clothed in robes
My very own woman clothed in a scent of rose
Your robes fall to the floor
I'll count up to 10, and then 11, but on that 12th rose
On that 12th I close my eyelids
See your every curve, feel your heartbeat juxtapose
On that 12th rose, I imagine you close

She says:
Be my knight riding in to my rescue
Be my Hercules
Hard Solid Steady
Rock me back and forth
Drink of my sweetness
Gorge yourself full of my delicate being

He says:
But is only but an imagination
Vivid deliberations, blue print to my avid infatuation
And as nights oppose
And the day draws close
My Valentine's wish
Is to have you close


By Peter Zoe and Bridget Oree (Zimbabwe)

photocredits: www.google.com/blackpassion