ODE TO A DREAM LOVER
I would have, could have, for you
Take a postured picture of you
But now it doesn’t sound
For woman you are worth every pound
Reality is what I seek; now I have found
For the soft and creamy
The bold and sometimes flimsy
Minds, I can’t distance myself with me
When I long to be loved
Stay calm, and be hugged
Become warm and in thy sensation be sucked
Be rubbed; be tight with ecstasy and all might
When by light I wake up in my lovers arms
And with a cup of coffee there she comes
Thy beauty crippling, soul-taking my bones
Loosing the taste of thy liquor, watching you
Those loopy curves-
Then will you not take me with you
On the wings of thy eagle and fly-----------
Tatenda W Mhlanga
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