My Kind of woman: A valentine in words

She is graceful like a ballet 

peaceful like the violin 

well spoken like words 

and her beauty is penned in figurative lines

that reveal the artistry 

of her creators stencil.

Her figure and curves 

are calligraphycally exotic,

like a pencil

her smile shades away tears 

that endless years of blue and black 

have collected.

In her eyes is the suns beautiful glare

into which when i stare

my glory is reflected

for like a crystals glare 

the best about me 

she brings out and bears.

Her faith is strong,

elegantly unmatched,

it's the bone that collars my neck.

She touches me 

and heals my wreck.

Her cotton soft hands

laced in pearls of love

strum my efforts with joy

and when I drown in rivers

they wrap around me in faith.

She makes the stars shine brighter

and her smile adds an 'er to the words; 

sexy,

and pretty,

prettier than all other

oh what a cutie.

The skin that sleeves her hands 

simply is; to touch, soothing.

Calming, relaxing,

are the words she airs,

she dispenses them with glory

intelligently sophisticated 

and yet no ounce of pride.

My Joy, My kinda woman

                                                        Woman by window: patent place

whose soulfulness 

moves my body 

to the rhythm of her blues,

whose pulse is the tempo 

to which my heart dances.

My kinda woman 

who has hands

and is willing to use them

and still respect me as her man,

guide and provider.

Whose occupation not need be a chef

but handles her business well enough

it keeps me wanting more

no precautions about concoctions 

just pure satisfaction.

whose warmth not only radiate

from the silky smooth 

and beauty

of her ravishing nakedness,

what unharmed pulchritude

that so delicately keeps me insatiable

it's awing effect

like a butterfly out its cocoon,

but  also from knowing 

I wake beside the grandmother

of my childrens' children

and her infinite beauty

even in they yet unborn.

I know what you're selling 

and I'm very happily buying

you're such a beautiful conundrum

i hear drums sounding immaculate

it's my heart beating

to the tune of your love.

So I'm testing this river with both feet 

walking on flaming coal

to place all my eggs in a basket

at your door,

open your heart 

and let trust be the bridge

between the gaps of our heart

and love the screw

that keeps 'em together...

Love you this valentine and beyond...

Fimisola-Samuel

2/13/2011

You should know

You’re always in my head
like one plus one equals two
my humble thoughts you misconstrue
I’m running around in disbelief
the pain of losing you is beyond relief.

You seem not to realise
how much my troublesome fears materialise,
I hear you in my head
As I remember the faint squeaks of my bed
Knowing that someday to you I’ll be dead
You remain silent like the dark of the night
I wonder if my bravery is likened to a knights,
I delve into the sea of extraordinary madness
Too deeply sunken; anchored by my weakness,
You, yeah; you are my weakness.

My strength melts away
with the thoughts of your caress
and as my needs you address
I’m flung into unending delirium
deadened to all sensorium
everything is nothing but tedium
then suddenly I awaken to reality
and I’m left again in frank pandemonium.

I decide it’s whatever
but just when I say it don’t matter
sudden feelings I begin to discover
well maybe I had lied while undercover
having you ponder if I got something to offer
if you don’t mind, let me restrategise my offer.
For you're always in my head
as the love of you won’t give up easily
me, I go show you am a hard performer
because with me it’s;
whenever, wherever, however-forever.

I ain’t trying to impress
or float your boat on the sea of distress
I just pray I be the one to help your nerves de-stress
my hands, your body dress and undress
and in my empire, you; forever my empress
with undoubted permanence; like a seal's press.


Fimisola-Samuel

I always will

Clicking of the menacle bound hands
the limitation of boundaries
frozen pictures of memories
before were a strange two-
at crossroads journeying,
tragically i'm already fallen
into the words that said you'll be there
now my eyes find you nowhere
once upon a time you once were.
The lines of your smile tell a lie
all the same they make me smile
even as we fain wish to reconcile.
Heat from your touch
my shackles melt like a blow torch
now you're hidden like treasures old
in my heart, dead-stone cold
my shackles you remold.

hmmn...

yet hope isn't all gone
for if life be still
all things may go wrong
but there's always another,
another chance to take the right turn.
In my blindless,
I fell in love with being stagnant
of all by you given blessings,
remains yet no remnant
but as the rains pour
and my shelteredness in you devoured
i'm purged white as pure.
Surrounded by walls of emptiness
but rooted in a land fertility has cured
beyond the horizon is the rising of the sun
freedom! Alas thou maketh me thy son
and in my heart streams endless passions
I'm victorious indeed, it needs no assertion.
Still I love even in your disapprobation.
Still, I do....think of you
like wind does of the mill
but its okay if you choose not to be still.
but I always will

Fimisola-Samuel

Crave II

you need me like the air you breathe
but you cannot need me
just as much as i need you
in my thoughts of love
lust is just pure contradiction...
a moment with you
the peak of all addiction
you being far away-disrupts my senses
in a altered state of delirium
i forget my tenses.
if every grain the made a mountain
were enough to express desire
i'd sell my soul to retrieve life's fountain
and then get you each one
before i gladly retire.
you're the rhythm
to which my heart beats
you're the soul
that gives me the blues.
in four lines...i crave you like this;
just as water knoweth no source or end
and in the ground
it shall always be found
you are the wind
my lung never ceases to breathe.


...yet in my every fall
and my heart left
in the centre of the mall
i've been loved, felt love
and yet know no love
still, after it i still run.
Left in the dark of lies
but my fire of trust still burns
pictured by the side of your eyes
you ignore it and leave me burnt.
so why do i still want?
why am i so thirsty
as to endure all this hurt?,
for to deny my feelings
is the aftermath of a gun shot
and in my search of what is true
is living in daylight torture
my confusion speaks to me
"exactly what are you looking for?"
but in my denial
my brain's froze...only my heart speaks on
would i ever know
what on earth it's looking for?
then i look on to the brighter side of life
but it's yet to be complete
and is sick with strife
without you my eternal desire
and until i find you
i do hope to keep inspired.

Fimisola-Samuel

I Put A Spell On You

I put a spell on you
on first sight
I put a spell on you
the first night
even nights you'd cry
for eggs we can't fry
'cos gas bills a paid,
days I'd drag home at night
and drop walking the stairs
while the kids were out in a fight
I put a spell on you
that makes you mine
Why did you need a spell
'cos at everything i did
you'd always yell.
When I walk this way
you say walk that way
in a world we both own
where is my own?
My shadow barely gone
to your spare you've already run
so I went me home
and I put a spell on you
so I could be the man in my own home.
Our love, like fire glowing
on the little stove in the corner
slowly faded away as the sun rises
it's losing out on power
my heart racing faster
you're not getting any nearer
my eyes not looking any further
for beside me lay another
but like a purple blossom,
I put a spell on you
that when the night falls
the little fire glows
in my bosom eternal.
So I Put a spell on you
words cannot describe
that in your heart
my love you'll forever inscribe
it's as wild as the river flows
that with each morning
in my eyes you'll forever glow.
I put a spell on you
that you may find no substitute
so like the rose
you remain my pulchritude
from words said so carelessly
I wonder why i cant let you go
for I put a spell on you
the day I said for ever I do.

Fimisola-Samuel