Two genders but one sexual act,

Two bodies conjugally connected to each other,

Listening to the rhythm of our heartbeats,

Staring into each others eyes passionately while i caress you all over your body,

I shower you with kisses from your lips down to your neck and further down to your thighs, getting aroused by your sweet scent,

Tasting your sexy body as we gently strip each other naked,

I used my teeth to mildly and slowly pull your lingeries off,

Everything is so exciting, I just can't wait to have a taste of your little honey pot,

Being inside you is the sweetest feeling in the whole world,

The warmness and ecstasy I feel after every insertion is second to none,

As body to body, soul to soul, spirit to spirit, mind to mind all synchronized,

Ready to have the time of our lives,

Every thrusting, every back and front movement sends ecstasy to our brains,

I get a mellifluous grip when I feel your hands on my back and legs wrapped around my waist,

From the bed to the floor to the bathroom with our bodies gum together under the shower and your hands on the wall,

Rounds after rounds we go on all night while listening to our favourite song,

From one position to another we get to climax gradually,

Moaning into each other's ear silently when we both got an orgasm,

This wasn't just sex it was love making on this king size bed,

We tasted the forbidden fruit and still remained in Eden.

You live in a beautiful blooming garden,

I live in an old and washed up cemetery,

You’re the sweet dream they always reminisce about,

I am the scary nightmare they never wanna have,

Your place is in a beautiful vase standing on the King’s royal shelf,

My place is deep beneath the ground sleeping in a wooden box amongst the dirt,

Beauty and good is what you’ve always been,

Ugliness and bad is what my identity is,

You have been carried down an aisle in a bride’s warm hands in an atmosphere of echoing cheers,

I have been carried down a dusty path on the cold shoulders of the undertakers accompanied by tears and sadness,

You’ve been taken from your garden to the palace where you’ll be nurtured and loved unconditionally,

I’ve been taken from my prison cell to a waste land where I will rot away for all of eternity,

Your presence emits amazement and brings a smile on the faces of people who gaze upon your beauty,

The memory of me is a wrecking ball, it crushes and leaves pains in the hearts of people who harbour’s it,

In the end, i might be just a dried up skeleton and you an enchanting rose,

But I have freedom and you, you are owned

Sitting in the park on a Thursday evening as the sun sets beautifully,

I can only imagine how God felt after creation when he first saw the light rays from the setting sun emollient the outline of the clouds as they moved slowly.

I feel each cloud is a moving image, some of which are a reflection from ongoing moments down here,

And others are simply moments engraved and floating in the skies forever like this one above my head.

This cloud looks like the candy shop I frequently finessed when I was a kid,

That cloud looks like a lion playing a game of chess with a pig.

This cloud looks like a fleet of floating ships with a chopper like propellers and no riders,

That cloud looks like a dancing man on a dinosaur's back.

This cloud looks like three little kitten meowing an acapella version of their favourite song,

That cloud looks like a great big rainbow across a waterfall falling from the heavens down on us.

This cloud looks like how my mom smiled on the day my parents died in that car accident,

That cloud looks like them in their angelic robes and halo waving at me with their faces filled with smile and happiness.

This cloud looks like lovely little children playing in a beautiful garden full of roses,

and, That cloud looks like a lonely blind old man who always visits the park with his dog, and although, He stopped seeing with his eyes for a long time, He now sees with his heart.

let me tell you A story of a man who owns a Big bakery of poetry,

It's a very beautiful bakery and he renders the best serviCes,

his minD is thE oven and it is heated by the most amazing words you never heard beFore,

he alone bakes the words without the help of anyone,

he serves his customers' intelliGence and the trutH,

and he doesn't charge for his works, everything he does is for free because his words are worth much than any thIng money can get you,

his bakery might be very young but the words that come out his oven are as old-time,

the wisdom in these words are like those in king Solomon"s mind,

his mind isn't Just an oven, its also the greatest search engine,

the answers anyone seeks are liKe soLdiers in his Mind waitiNg tO fight a war against ignorance and disbelieve,

he uses utensils of wit, flour of knowledge, the yeast of understanding and baking Pans of love,

and when he's done, it becomes the sweetest food of thought,

the produce of his bakery is so good and amazing,

that presidents, governors, kings and Queens all come from far away lands to have a taste of it,

he is a prophet and his apRon is his regalia, an angel without a halo on thiS head,

The bakery is his sanctUary, edifying others is all he wants, he is a hero without a cape, an epiphany for eVeryone is his business,

He's the chef of simile, a steWard of metaphors, a baker of oXymoron and irony,

everything about his bakerY is astonishing but what's intriguing about this baker is his Zeal.

The stone the builder castaway that has become the chief cornerstone

I am not that anymore, now I am

A worthless piece of stone not even befitting to cast at a sinner’s toes.

The best in everything till the end of time comes.

I am not that anymore, now I am

The worst even, if the worst is still yet to come.

The king and pride of my people

I am not that anymore, now I am

The outcast, the prodigal son who wouldn’t be welcome back even if he comes back home

The bravest of all men, I defeated death and got married o life.

I am not that anymore, now I am

A powerless and spineless coward, a yellow belly who can’t even fight for his right

A shooting Star travelling along with the skies and granting wishes all over the earth

I am not that anymore, now I am

A little useless debris of a dismembered meteor which never made it across the milky way to earth

A winner in everything I do, a symbol of victory

I am not that anymore, now I am

A loser of all losers, a self pitied depressed human being.

The light of the world, the sweetest grape in the vineyard

I am not that anymore, now I am

A companion of darkness, a substance more bitter than vinegar

Worth much more than gold, more precious than diamond and more priceless than silver

I am not that anymore, now I am

Less valuable than a muddy rag wore by an insane man.

Read from bottom to up.

@Thedreamer

YOU

You're the true reflection of perfection even in a broken mirror,

Your heart is still the true definition of love even after going through all of life's horror,

You deserve better than where situations have placed you all along,

And even in the dirt, you remained a diamond,

You're that sweet tingling feeling of pleasure when I'm happy,

You give me ecstasy when I think of your beautiful smile in my head,

You're royalty You're more valuable than gold & silver, you're precious,

Life is your golden crown, and the whole world is yours, soar higher and as you gradually burgeon,

You're dauntless and potent. You are the strongest person I know in life,

Your kind is rare. You're special Your existence beautifies the whole of Mankind,

You are an altruist, every single day you try your best to make this world a better place for everyone,

Your destination in the future will be greatness, and you will be responsible for putting happiness in the faces of everyone,

You'll be the best in everything you involve yourself in,

And even if things aren't clairvoyant right now, trust me tomorrow will be better than anything today will bring,

I believe in your dreams and reverie. I have faith in the person you're going to be,

I will never turn my back on you. I pray we grow old together in peace,

I'm not ashamed to tell everyone I love you more anyone has ever loved you before,

And if they ask who you are, I'll tell them you are the person I see each time I look at a mirror.

We used to be students going to school dressed in beautiful uniforms with insignia,

Now we are dressed in uniforms with helmets and ranks,

We used to wake up in the morning to go school and study,

Now our destination every morning is a battlefield,

We used to be rated and promoted by our ability to have good grades in exams,

Now we are rated and promoted by our ability to put a bullet in a man,

We used to be punished for our cruelty towards one and other,

Now "assassination of our compassion" is the day's order,

We used to come back from school with smile on our faces and inks on our uniforms,

Now we return back to camp with tears in our heart and blood on our uniforms,

We used to be like children of a butcher who gets to eat meat everyday,

Now we are like pigs taken to the slaughter to be slaughtered so they'll be meat to eat in the butcher's house everyday,

We used to write tests and exams to determine our progress in life,

Now the only time we write is to inform our love ones we are still alive,

We used to be identified by the names on our notebooks and attendance register,

Now our names are written on our uniforms and our identity has been replaced with the guns and bullets in our hands,

We used to be the future of our country,

Now our future is to make sure there's a future for our country,

We used to be students,

Now we are soldiers.