Lust-Love

If I was to look into the skies

And pick my favorite star

I guess you know it would be you

I guess you know I would want for you to fall from these skies

And come hold my hands

So that I take a walk on the other side of your foot steps

I would want you to be the back of my mind

And walk on the streets of my soul

And finally touch my heart

See,

I would like for you to come

And stay in my heart and pay no rent

But then again

I would be damned if I compare you to God

For God gave me these eyeballs to see your beauty

And created these same eyes to rain tears when you’re not here with me

But that’s just not it

You’re the cornerstone to everything I am

And you bring out exactly the beautiful part of my day

You live in my fantasy

A place where

 I want to let my words touch the part of your body where my hands can’t

Like your heart

Your smile

And those beautiful eyelashes when you blink

And those eyelashes give me heart eyes anytime I see them

I want to let you know because I have turned looking at you into a habit

In my world of fantasies

Your view is flawless

Like a matte purple moon

A vain hope that makes me always

Imagine kissing your forehead

Holding you tight

And telling you that you’re mine 

But I’m standing in an alternate universe

Where your body wants all of me

But your heart is with someone else

It’s okay to live in a moment which feels like Elysium

And get crashed by a gravity pull which is reality

Knowing  deep down that she is never going to be yours

If I was to pick my favorite star

It would be you

So till your love disappears from the skies

I pray, that I will still have another day to look for your heart

In the morning when the sun comes up

Source: Kwaku Quansah

23/03/2015

The sweetest spring can always be found in the bowl of the sexiest goddess (AFI)

Harmony is a serenade in its highest peak

Takes the shape of a fountain

That falls out tears from heaven

To rain on your virgin earth

And mature it with scented blossom

For I am waiting to be a slave in its field

You are the goddess in my Greek tale

You have the power to masturbate my emotion which turns me on

Oh Lord!

You are the image of sexy

And you really beat like my heart

If I was an author

I would write unending poems about you

And you would be the greatest selling art of all time

From this generation and beyond

Finally hold my hand

And dip it in your sacred bowl

I want to know how sweet you are

I am willing to count every single sweat on your skin

And kiss every single pore Mother Nature gave you

I will hold tight and be your friend

My aim is to make you forget diamonds ever existed

Because I will make you shine anyways

Truly, you are a goddess

Sexiest if you ask me

To write this memory I love

In my head forever

 The sweetest spring can always be found in the bowl of the sexiest goddess (Afi)

  by Kwaku Quansah