London is Frosty

I am here safe and sound in London, Stephaney  

At Picture House Cinema seeing a movie in your company

You know Titanic came back

I watch it just to enkindle our spark

The winter is getting frosty and massive

So the cinema is dry and passive

I love this place because it’s not as overcrowded as Odeon

Here, lovers feel their depths like they are in Zion

Your phantasmagoric whispers dazzle me into oblivion

As every now and then I wrestle my thoughts in rebellion

Holding your hands drags me up the nude corners of my mind

Your lethal kisses on my dry lips drive me up and blind

I see my fingers going slowly into your wetful-smoothful privacy

You welcome them responding with a solemn gasp of ecstasy

Ooh. Ooh. A-Aaauch

Yet I steadily encroach

I do not know how to give a damn

I have always told you madam is my dam

Your gallant clitoris stand still and my hands swim on its gear

You begin to deliver tunes only Aphrodite can construe and hear

You kiss my neck , my chick and chat into my ears

‘Hope you are there ready, because for you I fear.’

You take a piece of my pop corn with your right hand

And your left hand stretches into my pants so bland

I welcome your solid nipples with a soft kiss

Without your bra your lilac Maxi dress persuade my bliss

Inclined for a quickie you bow on your knees

And plead that I should come into you from behind with ease

The cinema is dark and no one around our pew

Even as we look around the people here are few

Every journey into your soul transports me into the nirvana of pleasure

As your stunning quiet moaning reassures every stroke with avid treasure 

Half the movie is gone yet we fasten together as dogs basking in euphoria

Time and space do not deny us the charisma bound in this amnesia

Now your tears roll out as you release and climax

You beckon and hold on so rigid and deliver your liquid soul to me like a fax

I receive it with my abundant release, and kiss the tender hairs on your head

You turn, stare at me, silent and rise to my chest like a bird.

It’s aren’t over Stephaney

Tonight you will enjoy London evermore in my wicked company.

Easter Vigil  

As we meander through the crowded entrance of the church

The Amazing Grace musical left our ears with a sober touch

Late, but we made it before the sermon

Your enamelled voice with joy reached out  to the song

My bass tone joined us as if to the choir we belong

Something we always wanted to do without  reproach

Serving our God and building our family in His church

The songs below and we worship and adore

You tap my hands and smiled into my neck with rapour

The minister mounted the podium and greeted the congregation

Commanding us all to kiss and welcome each other in redemption

The ministration was about the death and resurrection

Love that surpasses the human thoughts and affection

Jesus , he laments is the symbol of eternal loving

Jesus to us God has wholeheartedly given

That from today with each other we must be a lover

No stinginess, no selfishness, just behaving like the father

The words touch as you shed tears and startle

I look at you and I speak in tongues and marvel

Yes, He is risen, He is risen

Great is our God in the heavens

The minister falls into a song and declares

He is risen; He is risen, no more tears.

I look around and see God’s children rejoice in faith

One couple behind looks at us and wonder at us with fret

You look at me and betray your excitement and smile

As if you wanted a repeat of the Cinema trial

The smile and focus on the minister as the service close

I bless you all in the name of Jesus.