ROMANTICISM 'MSAFIH AND AJAKAYE'S LOVE STORY_ PIECE OF LOVE'

Your love is my hope

Darling ready to die by your rope,

Kill my soul,

Than none could have it again,

Leak my sugar,

Let them hungry ,

But you eat me,

To your enough

Being in love with you is my smile,

honey I am ready to be your all,

even after the world begins all over,

I shall remind God

to merge our hearts again,

it sounds crazy

but not crazy as my mind for Msafih.

Love beyond life,

To please the romantic goddess,

That day when we  make love with no shy,

Infrnt of all just to get life back,

Even when swallowed by the sea,

I will love you forever in the shark,

Even when the lights turn black

This love is metaphysical,

to awake the dimples of my African King,

that day when we dwell in our bed,

to produce brown skin children.

Even after the knock of dawn,

you lips shall be feeding on my chest,

putting off the light

and building a rainbow house.

That Dawn,

When blankets will be found down,

For the bed will not need them,

For our sights want each other's view,

As my lips be the first to feed the chest,

When you feed my snake,

To your face,

If it will be blady I get you cut my tip,

And if it's hot,

Then roast my tap,

But remember to cool it with your Waters

Just us in the middle of the night,

confessing how we have waited for years,

our lips missing each other in seconds

like sweet madness and worthy drunks.

To your chest alone

resting my head and my curvy statistics,

frying my urge

till I scream in rhetorics.

Screams that tickle the vibes of gametes.

The missing of love,

When your head and curvy fruits...

To rest on it ,

And my hands doing some magic,

Gluing you tightly and closer,

That oxgen can't escape the love smell,

Make you drunk with by saliva,

During the endless kiss,

And rising you again,

Screaming to my love,

Shouting "I want it all",

As I pour rain to the farm,

As you press it to infinity,

We will rise all the nights

and beat the war of satisfaction.

Every iron around the bed

will shake by our passionate jungles.

Holding me from behind as scream for more,

I shall sharpen your oily pencil

all by myself and leave no urge unturned.

Whatsoever style is at your beck and call,

the tea of my cold is you Msafih,

here, there and everywhere for me.

Till Dawn,

Yo will drink the juice,

Fas I draw you with the white graphite,

From the pp encil,

Around the bed

Shaking well the jungles,

Holding you from the behind,

Sa you juggle...

Who myrod,

Wanting more of me,

Your screams  to crown...

It down

All night stand,

From the bed to sand,

You even washing it,

Kissing it 

Wish to swallow itwith yor lips,

Here me fingering your hips,

Pressing your hills behind,

And teasing the valley between,

Wanting more of your water,

Wet me again

Cool me madam queen

Here ,there , everywhere,

Be mine hear.

ARTYST MSAFIH POETICS

and

AJAKAYE RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO

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