I’m afraid to tell you
How I really feel
So I will hide behind timid smiles
And soft “hi”s and , “hello”s
Because I’m afraid if I ask you
“What do you think of me”
You may reply me with
“I don’t”
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She loved him with a messy heart
He hugged her with fragile bones
She touched him with scarred hands
He kissed her with bruised lips
They whispered all their flaws
Found how contrasting souls they were
Yet so incomplete without each other
Like the day and the night
The sun and the moon
Hearts within a heart
Bones of the same clay
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I wish women would wish for the real man
I wish you’d imagine a flawed man
I wish you’d imagine a broken man
I wish you’d imagine a man that gets tired
I wish you’d imagine a man that gets scared sometimes
I wish you’d imagine a man that’s worried at times
But he still fights and pushes through all that
He’s still swinging and punching, never backing down
I wish you’d all imagine Clark Kent, not Superman
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You are so amazing
And to believe that you must hide
All the parts of you that are broken
Out of fear that someone else
Is incapable of loving you
Because you are not perfect
Is to believe that sunshine is
Incapable of entering a broken window
And illuminate a pitch dark room
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Dying is an art
Like everything else
I do it exceptionally well
I do it so it feels like hell
I do it so it feels real
It will take me a lifetime
Yet no time at all
I guess you could say
I do have a call
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I’m judged for writing erotic
But why is that you’re still reading it
So silently from the crevices
While I’m out in the open
Being who I really amI’m judged for trying to make her smile
For I felt she was secretly upset
But even if she wasn’t
How would it matter?
For all I’m doing is trying
While all you’re saying is “Take Care”I guess I’m judged for being stupid
Stupid enough to keep trying
For people will always judge you
No matter what you will or won’t do
So judge me more
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I touched your blouse like it was a page I wanted to turn
I caressed your curves like they were braille in every love letter
I kissed up and down your inner thighs like they were a baby’s cheeks
I wrote poems inside you with my fingers like Ed Sheeran on his guitar strings
I tasted all your innocence like a bee that had just found sweet nectar
I pulled your long hair like the reigns of a horse in a battlefield
I made you arch your back like a bow whose string was pulled
I made you scream like the arrow had stabbed you where it ached
I made love to you and spilled passion across the sheets like ink on paper
You never knew love until my words became a song in your heart
You never understood desire until you felt my rough hands around your throat
Sometimes a poet meets another and a secret poem is hatched
That only a look into your eyes can surely tell
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I cannot get some sound sleep
Insomnia runs in me so deep
From it and from you I can’t leap
Your amorous picture in my gallery
Fills me with thoughts of flattery
Close your eyes and try to visualize
You’re on your bed all on your own
No bra, no panties, no gown
Try just to say my name baby
Imagine my rough hands all over you
Pressing gently on your soft skin
Intimate and sensual desire
Unraveling your inner bonfire
I miss you and I want you so bad
Suck my handsome dick, Ox-bow lips
I wanna have them betwixt on mine
I crave your full curvaceous hips
I want to hold them as if it were a crime
Submit your sexy body to me
My pleasure being your drug
I have a need to bury my fleshy bone
Into that warm,moist,tight new home
Call me now, book me a date
My hands will be on your breast
Your long legs around my waist
The beast pounding his ripened yam
Come serve me the delicious meal
And I’ll serve you the sweetest dessert
I want you baby.
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If you’ve ever gone to the bus stop with me
I must love you very much
I hold onto the sweet memories
But I’m after the promising future
If you’ve ever gone to a wedding with me
I must love you very much
A soul of divine beauty
Despite the hurricanes and storm
My heart still attracts yours
If you’ve ever gone to a charity giving with me
I must love you very much
For the supreme purpose of being human
Is to cherish, nourish and cultivate love
Your intensity and sensitivity
Your dreams and curiosity
Your strength and tenderness
Tie my soul next to yours
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Moyo wangu sio mpira, mateke kuupigapiga
Usinipakulie zako hasira, mie sio yako tiba wala kinga
Ilikushinda subira, ombi langu ukalipingapinga
Kwa nilivokutumainia, ukaonelea bora kutangatangaMoyo wangu sio danganyadanganya, umechoka kuhanywahanywa
Huba langu aminifu, na wengine Sitaki kuchanganywachanganywa
Moyo wangu hupenda kikamilifu, hata ukinyanyaswanyanyaswa
Moyo wangu mzinga wa asali kuugundua, kuila nyuki watakusumbuaMoyo wangu ni harusi, moyo wangu ni matanga
Nkikuzawadi ni kama harusi, sipoutunza ni yako majanga
Moyo wangu una wake weusi, moyo wangu una wake mwanga
Moyo wangu thamani, katu siupeani kihubahuba tena asilani…
The Way 🇰🇪 