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Saturday, 29 March 2014

For passion and Pleasure, I Do




Her curves defined through the white see-through slutty dress
To the creator of her perfect body, greatness and honor I bless
Her silky long hair loose playing with the wind
Slide view of her sexy moves streaming in my mind
She moved seductively on the bed from side to side
The fate of the night her striking charms decide
Candle light flickering in the shadows of the room
Her soft hands freely caress and fondle my chest
Her masterful sensual touch taking my excitement to the crest
Lying on my back in a delicious state of bliss
As she leans on me and gives me a naughty kiss
Feeling a tingles fluttering sensation from within
As she breathes her warm air on my skin
I close my eyes and slowly suspends from reality
As I glide through the slopes of her bewitching sexuality
 Our tongues clashing and lips smashing against each other in frenzy
Her glistening hazel eyes strikes mine, looking sexy yet tizzy
The warmth in her womanhood makes my existence feel heavenly
As I pump harder and deeper her body fills with electric pulse of ecstasy
Her moans drive me insane and for a moment my thoughts stray
To the demands of her sexy voice (“don’t stop. I’m c…”) I obey
I conquer her as she screams with so much pleasure
As the waves of orgasm claim her as a pirate to a treasure
We Smiled, lay there, exhausted and satisfied 

- Edwin Onyango

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Care giving



With poetry bags i carried her tears/
Far from her eyes permanently i deleted his globe in her ears/

She drowned her fears down the stairs/
Stairs of his promises and fake dreams/

She jumped off a tall building and fell in love/
The enemy who stole my dreams while my sleepless nights searched for a ring/

She could not fly but her heart promised her wings/
They both disappeared in the middle of smiles and social pings/

A squad of angry words investigated their connection/
  Probation came in finger pointing recitals/

Though my ex, i could not cut off her return friendship request/
Self-doubt became her enemy in her creative search for love/

Swam in the desert of love and her eyes got blinded/

All the way to the top of my clouds she wished my heart was on standby/
But I let a queen steal All of Me, a king is a treasure/
All I have is care giving with no pleasure/


#Selam  Designs

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

Mama 1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jSJm_VBqx8

Just a bad dream!?

Locked her in the house, stuck inside
I locked the steal door from outside
She watched me through the broken window pane
 Shocked and confused, she thought that I was insane
This was nothing like what she had seen before
She knew that sooner or later, I will be no more
I was about to end it all with a sharp knife
It is never easy but I was taking my own life
Dancing in the black rain
Dancing to the music of pain
I took the 10inch knife and shoved it in my head
She watched me bleed on the ground till I was dead
Feeling the pain of my death
Watching me die with one last breath
She just stood there and watched me die
Waved at me and said, "goodbye"

She woke up to the sound of her tears
Crying in pain, she held me in fear
Fear of losing me
"It's alright now. I'm here." I told her

She is Dancing with another man

One arm on his waist, one on his shoulder
Mine on my head, standing on the corner
Mi amor, dancing with another man!

Standing there for God knows how long
They are smilling but I'm hating the song
It is a soft love song, classical not hiphop
Watching and waiting for the music to stop
Mi amor, dancing with another man!

I see her bitting her lips
I see him holding her hips
Shiiit! I can not go to sleep
I am rolling in the deep
In the depths of ethereal pain
My love flushing in the drain
Mi amor, dancing with another man!

State-of-the-art tensor stun gun
If I want him scared
A 44. magnum super hand gun
If i want him dead
One of these will get it done
I must be her only one
Mi amor can not dance with another man
Photo: One arm on his waist, one on his shoulder
Mine on my head, standing on the corner
Mi amor, dancing with another man!

Standing there for God knows how long
They are smilling but I'm hating the song
It is a soft love song, classical not hiphop
Watching and waiting for the music to stop
Mi amor, dancing with another man!

I see her bitting her lips
I see him holding her hips
Shiiit! I can not go to sleep
I am rolling in the deep
In the depths of ethereal pain
My love flushing in the drain
Mi amor, dancing with another man!

State-of-the-art tensor stun gun
If I want him scared
A 44. magnum super hand gun
If i want him dead
One of these will get it done
I must be her only one
Mi amor can not dance with another man

Tuesday, 18 March 2014


You are Beautiful
 
Caring and kind, touch of gentleness
Candid mind, sums up your greatness
From the fullness of your lips
To the curved shape of your hips
Lays true beauty no man would dare miss
Beauty bestowed to you with a sheer bliss
Beauty that angels would love to borrow
Beauty this much, men live to see tomorrow
Beauty is upon you like wings on a butterfly
Like twinkling little stars in the sky

Like a flawless white cat you walk
Like a cute graceful princess you talk
Nothing so amazing we have seen around here
Like the Mona Lisa painting, men stand to stare
Soft looks on your eyes, molded with so much care
Perfect woman, with such outstanding flair
Flashing beauty from your toes to your hair
If we had a choice, we’d choose you over air
Beauty is upon you like…like…
Like glittering ornaments on royal linen
Like rose flowers in the Garden of Eden
Like …like… *nothing worth to compare*
 
-Edwin Onyango
Life is like ice cream, you can stand there and complain about how much you hate the flavor while the one you have is melting off or you can still eat it, enjoy it, knowing that at least all these flavors have sugar in common. And that is all we need. the sweetness.

Saturday, 15 March 2014

Home

Nature’s beauty is…
When your lungs are inflated with the onrush of the fresh air
And the gentle wind plays with your hair
When you quench your thirst with the nature’s purest drinking fountains
And your eyes smile to the lovely poses of the mountains
Birds chirping, greenly spirits of trees whistling the tunes of the wind
And nature’s sweet music flushes away the troubles of your mind


-By Edwin Onyango