Romantic wave recite for the golden shore:
the rhythm of her self concealed
The sun smiled enough to reside in memory shore
Swept away in the onslaught of wave

To your arm her most feline grace
Caressed to her willful desires
You must be guilty and crucified!
To my god at mountain range
To mosses and ferns in lynches age

Send her to her lover once you’ve loved
The windward wind to the jasmine in rage
Betrayal peignoir: her love for the golden prince
This wind should dearly pay, my lord!
Ingeniously it crafted the nexus
Beautiful Island of scenting narcissus

And lo! Lover indeed!
Through the climbing ivy and lo!
Night of no light but rumbling desires
With nicety through her nipple attires

And lo! Lover indeed!
Who had watched your departing deceit
Through the door—no furtive pretence
The royal stood for the queenly attire
Swayed in the grisly macabre
Lively lyre from the hydra vale
Playing melody of imminent blood
And the hyacinth of the mother sea
Soon flown apart for this dismembered self

Gather-ye strength to be this paling defense
Shadow of my lovely prince I’ll kiss
Those lips of my maiden love I could see
To unveil my nipples, this night will be so cold
Have had all that love could hold

To you my attires; I’ll sleep nude in whole

(c) 2003 Anthony Adeniyi
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