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

Role play

you can be my lawyer

stream down the four-poster

lemme hear your heels kiss the floor

turn me on some more

aagh baby,

till i burn from the passion 

of your lips' work.

Punish me a little

and let my fingers work 

till they make you squeal like a kettle.

Or you could be my doctor 

listen to my heart

hear it beat

racing as fast as my hands

rubbing around your body

in harmony,

with the music's melody.

I'm throbbing doctor

from the sensation of your lip balm 

I like to feel the tip of your tongue

rest, on the mushroom cap.

I'll be your priest?

kneel before me,

as i stand with your head

before my thighs,

now prey and prey...ohhh prey

prey all over me

until i moan in tongues

and anoint you with my oil

watch it stream down your chest,

neck, breast till it hit your abs...

aargh just prey, prey on me.

Let me be your pilot

I'll guide you to the right buttons.

You see them 2 on my chest

touch em, and set me on auto-pilot.

I'll map out the geography of your body 

from the asymmetry of your contours

and the symmetry of your curves.

Buckle up around my back 

it's going to be a bumpy smooth ride 

through cloud nine.

Play devil and incite this beast

i'll play the guiding angel

watching you moan uncontrollably 

in your delightful vibrations

of endless orgasms.

You can play a mime

I'll be the ventriloquist

that makes the bed squeak 

in a twist you can take the top

like how i bite my lips in pleasure?

now do me like never before!