Category Archives: Love Poem

SACRED ORGASM

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SACRED ORGASM
It is a waste of time
When the one heading this cunnilingus journey
has no head to think that my body, in its inner sanctuary
is a respecter of coitus interruptus
I mean, the earth they say is round, but to me, this is a flat one
This road is a slippery back and forth one dripping calm water
With hormones always raving at the slightest chant of orgasmic thoughts
in the presence of spirits and gods
bowed-eyed and drinking from this gourd of screaming orgasm
Rehearsing thoughts over tots of moans and soft praises
“Where are his hands” I whispered to myself
I fought back and forth, thinking “Oh, no hands allowed”
Then like sex-starved slaves of Amistad, he pleaded
“May I be allowed to give my offering upon this temple of liberation?”
I whispered “Offer your sacrifice on this altar of sexual incubation”
Each time, I stole glances at him my nerves twitched
His touch ignited wildfire across my temple
this gave me goosebumps
from atop these twin mountains set upon my chest
through the path that leads to my navel
and down through this forest of pleasure
cupping this clitoricentric spot, to where warmth is assured
I spoke in the unknown tongues of fiery gods
This world is a cold place you know
This right here is my defense
One orgasm at a time
Two, sit back, lay face-up
Three, inhale, exhale and watch an army gather
and ready to shoot through you
Four, don’t be scared
Five, never worry
Six, you won’t be sorry after an anthem is laced upon his tongue
as he slurps and moans at your unstable waistline
You, the owigiri dancer
You, the receiver of his worship
will hold his head as you stutter broken prayers
and your tongue no longer stays rooted in your mouth
You choose not to speak
For the devil is the choirmaster conducting the loud notes
you play aloud in staccato rhythms
or the ones caught in your mouth; close
Seven, let out the puff of air as you wake up refrains of oohs and aahs
Eight, he stops to kiss you and your body remembers
it is no respecter of emotions holding you back
Nine, just drip like the 5am soft August rain
Ten, remember to ask
“Does this head heading this journey deserve warmth in your sacred temple?
(c) NEO.Flo.Etry
Photo credit: http://www.tenor.com
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IT WON’T GO AWAY

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IT WON’T GO AWAY

It wasn’t so humorous

When all I see is your silhouette

Taking careful steps towards my reach

Each stride reminded me of pauses

Like that of an unfinished note, the ellipsis;

 

You came into my fastidious life

Like the congregating soft rain in August

On a quest to soothe my towering pain

You vowed and strained all the way

To bring the distant sunshine to my face

 

How can I forget you?

How can I not remember you who ploughed my garden?

You who planted seeds in me that never sprouted

How can I forget the hands that closed my doors?

How can I not remember that stormy day too?

 

For sure, we fought well

We loved hard, we did, but

The cracks in our hearts gave way…

 

No such memory would go away…

 

© Neofloetry

1/11/2018

6:38am

 

Photo credit: “modern love” http://www.nytimes.com

Poet of the week: Victoria ‘blaq ink’ Botimi

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Poet of the week: Victoria ‘blaq ink’ Botimi

Hello friends, it’s a brand new week, and nothing gets me more excited than having to take time out to celebrate and encourage people in their chosen field of art. I will not consider myself a life coach, but I enjoy calling out the best from every individual that crosses my pathway in the course of their life’s journey.

Today, I will be featuring a young, shy but vibrant spokenword poet. Hol’ up! Let me fill you in from my ‘story bank’. The first time I met her, sometime last year, she struck me as a very intelligent young lady. I made an attempt to scan her, (which is my attitude whenever I am meeting someone for the first time). I loved the slightly loose vintage shirt and and skinny faded blue jeans she had on. The brightness of her face matched the yellow, green and orangey floral scarf she beautifully wrapped on her head. Somehow, I knew I have made another interesting friend.

Several times I had tried to drag her to the forefront to perform her poems without fear on stage, but today, she is one bold kitty before the microphone and prying eyes of the audience.

Botimi Victoria whose alias/pen name is Blaq ink, is a freelance writer, and a poetic member of the “INKERS BREED’. Born in the month of July 30, 1996 in Port Harcourt, Nigeria. She is a Public Health graduate of Madonna University, Elele (2016). She lives in Port Harcourt, Rivers state. She is also considered a spokenword poet, and has graced several platforms with her thought provoking poems on dating and relationship struggles of young people her age. Currently, Victoria is a Social and Health volunteer, and a strong believer that anyone can be what they want to be in this world. Her all-time favorite slogan is “be you!”

Do enjoy reading her poem below.

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KONJITIONSHIP
I saw love, or… so I thought
I drank endlessly from its’ depth, yet unsatisfied:
It was sweet, then, salty.

I felt it, then lost it, maybe It was never mine for keeps

But, I could swear it was in every moment we spent together,

irrespective of the distance between our geographical location…
It was in those fights we had that led me right back into your arms,

sweating and panting after sessions of painful, yet pleasurable body wrestles

So, while you walked down the aisle with her, I was basking in pure reminiscence

it all seemed so real, but all a floating mirage above like tired clouds…

Those times under the bed sheet, when we pulled off sheets

put in shit and pull out shit in dark places our eyes couldn’t see;

leaving us to our sixth sense.

Those moments you whispered you couldn’t ‘live’ without me,

because I was your ‘cure’, did you actually mean that I was ‘the cure’ to your Marvin Gaye disease?
Did you mean i was your resuscitation nurse, call me a sexual healer…?
‘Cause as I speak emotional gibberish, I watch you live on, even though you died in me.
When you said that I was ‘the one’, Did you mean that I was just one,

plus the others you had locked in to your side?
This left me counting time on this table, multiplying the number of times you told me this love is able, yet you left me… like broken turntable; a broken lyric note…

As they say, “this table you’re shaking has a lot of Nigerian kings on it”,
but, i will shake this table shaking it till they all fall off like wilted leaves;
their spirits fleeing the sight ’cause my heart stopped beating in sync with yours…
I felt the konjition you put me, now i have lost it;
Maybe, you, all to myself was never mine for keeps…

©blaq ink

 

*Conji or Konji (congeal) is a well known Nigeria pidgin slang word for being left alone for long without sexual relations.

CLOUD

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CLOUD

to you who becloud my mornings…

cloud that you are
racing lovingly to calm me
i feel your cmbrace like ice-cream topping
touching me, wrapping me sweetly
i remain firmly rooted like feet planted
and the tickles beneath reminds me of naïve days
when the soft heaves of loves breath
worship my responsiveness all at once
of hands clasped, in a plea for desire’s call
of woos and romantic nights and mushy talks
underneath peeping twinkling stars,
you are cloud; sometimes grey
and many times fluffy and white

i remember you tapping my thighs
your hands taking an adventurous journey
drinking from valleys and climbing mountains
searching my body like an artist’s brush
stroking shapes and forms; becoming
your 9D art
you who is better than Picasso’s art, you are cloud to me. i see no other

within you is your pure gleaning smile; sun
i might just call you “son of my soil;
earth, woman that I am
blossoming at your loin’s sprinkles
i expand like the hoeizon
taking steps into you, my Grand Canyon
let me fall, a dive won’t hurt
let me go in reverse cascade to your peak

cloud that you are
i see your eyes speak to me,
telling a thousand tales of Jove’s journey…

cloud that you are
touch me here, touch me there… Yes!
ferry me gently round this earth; mine and yours
raise me higher as your hands clasped mine to cloud nine
safely breathe upon me
as I have memory of your taste;
chocolatey, and melting into me

You are my cloud this morning.

 

©Neofloetry
26/02/18

 

Photo credit: http://www.beliefnet.com

DREAD LOCKED LOVE

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DREAD LOCKED LOVE

My eyes have seen love sown
How it blossoms in unlikely quarters
How two, love struck, dance
to the beaming melodies of heartbeats
How their feet rhythmifies every step
Every smirk on their lips like a singer
whose unsung notes stay alert for many years
These two, like Siamese stay pressed on
Distance remains their connected cord; umbilical
like mother to child,
like months separating them
from cuddles and warmth
like the two yearning for togetherness

Love, I say, is more than just a word
It is pure serene laughter when light illuminated your form; presently
It is I and you drenched in wanton hugs and kisses
Unashamedly announcing friendship
like an applique on a well designed dress
I behold you many times in my wildest thoughts
Mind traveling journeys like a French tourist
asking precise mind full questions
stamping words of declaration; affirmations
too robust for me to fathom
Countless times “je t’aime aussi” soared
Emotions crept through my fingers,
stroking your beards, and
planting kisses on the soil of your lips

I have seen love take long journeys
Organic; connecting two natural lovers; intertwined
a dread locked away in my heart, and taking territories
unafraid to pole volt this journey with you
Though you gave me an unlikely name
I know that this love has conquered a territory
where its walls are Jericho high
through mountains and valleys of my heart
and these two locked in one as a whole.

 

©Neofloetry
27/03/18
6:45pm

LOVE IS FOR THEY WHO DARE TO LOVE

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LOVE IS FOR THEY WHO DARE TO LOVE

The three blades of my fan
reminds me of you…
constantly, fanning my embers of passion,
then
sending me to sleep
sending me to sleep
sending me to s
l
i
p
then, I slipped into
seeing your form in my dream; a picture
framing your name at my every unchecKed snore.

In My
D
r
e
a
m,

and in the flurry of mY own excitement,
i pick letters of your name like lavenders
growing happily in my garden.
Like a child, Ignoring love enders,
like a brown skinned lover,
hopping out of danger.

Love is for they who (c)are to dare
and for they who dare to surprise love,
but I know in all, love endures;
fanning off chaff of fear,
gradually waking me up
from my sleep…

 

©Neofloetry

14/02/17

LOVE LIKE STARDUST

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I met him on a rather fluffy Sunday
His well-chiseled face lit like a thousand sun-rays
It burned softly, i couldn’t steady my gaze
My pupils went in a frenzy, am i in a daze?
His head moved this way and that
Just to catch my lips for a chat
But simplicity won’t let this time stand still
As the angry clouds belched and began to spill
We were drenched in solitude for stretched minutes
Not even silence could break it’s unplanned visit
My new found rambunctious wingless alpha male
Held me in his gaze till the day began to go pale
Then i took a whiff of the scented air around him
Debonair i couldn’t resist, his bass voice sang me a hymn
I couldn’t steady my gaze still
His eyes, spellbinding, looks that could kill
His hands moved this way and that
beneath the depth of my left breast, i felt a dart
It unlocked the gate where i hid my heaven
My true hiding place, my safe haven
Knock knock, i heard a swift soft burst
Love’s stardust sprinkled on me like I’m cursed
Bound by it’s supple chains for all eternity
His deep dipped brown eyes held me closer eternally
Silence finally gave in to the pressure of utterance
Words flew this way and that in assurance
He cracked a beautiful joke
His words enameled in love strokes
The heavens beckoned with claps of thunder
I looked up, smiled, my heart grew softer
I had never before witnessed this scene
But holding onto this sincere lode star won’t be a sin
So, i struck a never-before deal with my heart
To always cherish this love like beautifying stardust

THOUGHTS OF A POETESS (…of when dreams become reality)
(c) Neofloetry, 2015.