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Walking Wet Dreams and Hunky Blokes ;-)

04 Nov

          He creepwalked into my life, looking fly like the covers of a glossy magazine.
Dripping with sophistication, coated with his own brand of cool, redefining suave, full of swagger like a cuban cigar or a bottle of chardonnay.
He added flavour to my life, spiced up my appetite, his blend of life adding fire to mine.
He was tall as a fulani warrior, fair as d sun, his shoulders broad like d plains of egypt and his torso hard like a cut diamond.
He stole my breath away then gave it back in minute measures.
He hung my heart on his chest, dictating my every beat, swore to love and protect it as it shone brightly decorating his chiseled uniform.
That’s who he was, commander in chief of my ship.
The king of my heart. He was my lover’s rock and heart throb.
He made me blush in several ways and moan in many languages
He was virile as a greek god, women fought over him but I always had the prize.
Even when I lost focus & it seemed he grew impatient of my insecurity and immaturity, his love bridged the gap, healing my broken wing and making my heart glad.
He made my heart aflutter and so high, he was my ladder, leaning on him I could touch the sky.
He is my sun and I am his earth and it will take a while before we get tired of revolving round eachother.
A new chapter we write as we dance d dance of love, arms entwined and hearts as one, my model and I always on the cover of your magazine…

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From the first time I set my eyes on you
It’s been a walking wet dream
You turn me on beyond my wildest fantasies
And the anticipation of your kisses lives me agitated
Where have you been all my life?
You sexy Greek mortal
Your body moves in gentle rhythm setting my pulses on edge
Your eyes set fire in my very soul.
I gasp for breath at the anticipation of your touch
Oh darling, I’ve heard that you can’t be mine,
that you won’t be mine.
Maidens have testified of your icy coolness but to me it only emphasizes your sexuality.
Why does this crush befall me at such a crucial time in my life when I wish I were as far away from men as possible.
How I wish the sister’s of fate where kind that they would allow you fall as hard for me as I have
fallen for you.
If not I pray fervently that this phase of my life pass quickly so that I might be relieved from this burning desire!

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First time I saw you I wondered how it would feel to get lost in your arms.
The way you listened and seemed to understand the whims of others made me wonder if there was a lucky girl.
Unfortunately, there was!
What I feel for you is different from what I’ve ever felt for any guy.
Your thoughtfulness, understanding and empathy made me respect you and crave for your friendship.
Soon after that I noticed your evident strength of mind and character and sheer maleness.
I didn’t think you’d ever notice me and once I even felt you disliked me but how wrong I was.
I may not be at all certain if you have even the littlest feelings of love for me but your smile assures me that you certainly do not have any hatred in your heart for me.
Till the day when my wish comes true and you beg me to become your one true love
I’ll hold on as tightly as I can to the friendship struggling to be built!

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I used to think that life was cool
I thought I had all I’d ever need
until one starry night you walked into my life
Then all changed…
Now I’m left with only confusion because I feel so strange.
Some people say it’s part of growing up but only you could possibly do this to me
I’m young, I protest!
Because of this my feelings are caged
I cannot express myself, I cry.
I’m just so immature
I wonder if you’ll understand
Sometimes, I feel that what would become of me
if I finally realized that it is love I feel
Your patience may have run out
But what if…a hidden voice says
What if it’s not love, I can’t bear to think that
But still, I feel so confused…
Please give me a chance,
And if you really love me like you say,
you’ll wait for me.

This last poem was written when I was 12 years old, for a sweet boy who departed this world, some years ago! R.I.P Gbenga Adeyeri, We never got to go out… May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace! 😦

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Posted by on November 4, 2010 in Poetry

 

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6 responses to “Walking Wet Dreams and Hunky Blokes ;-)

  1. luyi

    November 4, 2010 at 8:07 pm

    U wrote dis at 12?????? Wow I was stil playing biro game

     
    • nitarules

      November 4, 2010 at 8:09 pm

      L̃̾☺L̃̾…it was only the last of the four poems in this article that I wrote when I was 12 oooo!!! Abeg I no be spoilt pikin!!! I was playing biro games too 😉
      Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

       
  2. ladi

    November 5, 2010 at 10:05 pm

    i actually tot this was written 4 me(lol), i wld have been the happiest guy in the world.

     
  3. brizio

    December 19, 2010 at 3:31 pm

    Nutin excites me like a well articulated sentence and you (whoever u r) have taken words and u’ve turned them into these…these…beautiful pieces that Shakespeare wld be proud to append his signature too, and I’ve moved beyond excitement. If I didn’t know myself better, at this moment, I’d have sworn I was on sumtin.
    I can only hope and pray that there’s more where those came from
    PS: I’m starting ur fan club. No prizes for guessin who d first member is.

     
  4. RFK

    December 20, 2010 at 6:21 am

    heard about your work from a friend who thinks u’re d best blogger in the world. He’s wrong. You’re d bestest blogger in d galaxy!
    Nitarules rocks!

     
  5. RFK

    December 20, 2010 at 6:23 am

    ‘heard about your work from a friend who thinks u’re d best blogger in the world. He’s wrong. You’re d bestest blogger in d galaxy!
    Nitarules rocks!

     

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