She didn’t believe in fairytales or romance
Maybe rough sex or horrors
She didn’t believe in love at first sight
But she thrilled at spanking and love bites
She didn’t believe in happily ever after
But she let me spread her cheeks like butter
She didn’t believe in proposals
But she craved for my arousal
She didn’t need me to get her a rose
But in bed she wanted her arse tossed
She yearned for my choking and mighty thrusts
Whenever she caught my glare at her luscious bust
So I let her sit on my handsome face
So she could drip like honey from a tilted vase
For it was only for her that I thirst.
Tag: Poetry
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I have been here before naught
With thoughts that I’ve already thought
Words that at some point I’d written
Memories I swore would remain hidden
Yet they scream to break free
And my bleeding soul is the fee
My piercing eyes were the only pair
That looked beyond skin that was fair
To the rough patches of her soul
The chamber that was hers sole
She looked pretty in her smile & laughter
But the beauty was in her cries & anger
My love for her was like the air
Invisible yet was always there
Always felt without being seen
Covering many of her secret sins
Though not all stories are lovable sentences
I felt poetry possess all my senses
Loving her was not easy but tough
Nothing you did could ever be enough
For she did not really love herself
So I kept some of my love to myselfKJ📖✍🏾🇰🇪
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My clock is no longer ticking
And my pen just ran out of ink
My thoughts turned back to water
Steady flowing yet I cannot blink
They told me eyes speak a lot
But whenever I look in the mirror
I wonder what happened to that lot
It seems like I have nothing to say
Or my eyes can’t explain it either way
All the words my pen wrote in blue
Their borrowed time is way past due
All the hope, pain, joy, strength and more
They all once was and are now no moreKJ🇰🇪
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I fell for a poet
And she seized being one to me
She became art to her very core
Her eyes carry the world in colour
Deep in their twinkling depths
Her skin radiant like sunlight on meadow
Beaming with warmth from her inherent glow
Her smile, the charisma of a promise untold
Sparkling the air like sparkling gold
Her voice is soft in its gentleness
Falling like whispers upon my skin
My senses left in a roller coaster spin
I adore the feel of her hair on my bare skin
I love the poem she writes for me
About not caring how many people like her
Because her heart and soul like her
About how honest she is with herself
And never trades an ounce of it for relatability
So her pen keeps spinning her spell
Directly from the depths of her soul
Leaving me breathless for her air
Soaring into the skies
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You are like the vast ocean
Really pretty on the surface
Then I dove down into the depths
Got a chance to really know you
And found beauty most people never see
Passion to the Edge of living
Love to the point of no return
Strange but so lovely and lively
Like a forest full of songbirds
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I think I want you more than want
Know I need you more than need
I wanna hold you more than hold
When you stand in front of me
I think you know me more than know
I know you see me more than see
I could die now more than die
Every time you look straight at me
When it’s right it’s more than right
Cause you feel it more than feel
Sometimes words just ain’t enough
For this love that’s more than love
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You think you’ve seen her naked
Because you took her clothes off?
Do you know what makes her cry?
What is she really passionate about?
Tell me what breaks her tender heart
Tell me about her childhood memories
Tell me about her dreams in life
Tell me stories about her that you ain’t in
You’ve touched her smooth bare skin
You’ve seen her undressed hot body
But you still know as much about her
As the book you had once found
But never got around opening it
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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’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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She was happy, but in a genuinely raw way
The kind of happiness that grows from the muck
The kind that made her impossible for someone spineless
She has questions that need answers
She wants to know everything
My stories, my nightmares, my travels
So we talked, and she listened
I showed her my soul
Like she was saving me
She was terrified of the things she loved
And loved the things she should be terrified of
She was twisted, confused and not well rested
But she listened, like time didn’t matter
And for once everything stood still
Everything except her heart
That would always be wild
In a genuinely raw kind of way
The Way 🇰🇪 