My Queen

(For QMC, My one and only First Lady)

My Queen

I see the glints in your beautiful brown eyes
I see your charming smiles and dimples
I feel your throbbing heart
As you lie on my chest
We are entwined in our arms
As we are enraptured in our erotic charms
I have never felt like this before
And I am feeling you more and more
Loving you is so exciting
Deep inside you is so thrilling
This is a moment I will always remember
How I wish this moment will last forever

Yours truly,
Michael Chima

Love in the State of Emergency

I have not been online as I would love to since I arrived Bonny last Friday. The banks on Bonny Island have been shut since the kingdom has been under siege when the dreaded militants and gunmen attacked both their military and civilian targets on the Island. The combined forces of the Nigerian Army, Nigerian Air Force, Nigerian Navy and Nigerian Police are even using the Nigeria LNG Jetties and the helipad within the Nigeria LNG Residential Estate for their deployment to Bonny Island for the military mission against the militants and gunmen on rampage in the Niger Delta.

The PC I use for my online programs has been damaged and I have to buy a new one. But I am still composing new love poems and love songs.

The people on Bonny Island are living in fear of the next attack of the militants, and the safest place seems to be the Nigeria LNG RAs where the residents are still enjoying their Happy Hours at the West Bar where lovers meet for fun.
There is still time and space to love in the state of emergency.

The Love of My Dreams

She was relaxing on her coach in a white silk sleeveless blouse and knee-length black silk pants with her head resting on a small pillow.
"Please, I want to read that your poetry book," I said to her.
"Ohoooh. It is at the bottom of the box," she said, making a face with the grimace of her reluctance to rise up and get me the anthology.
"Please," I said lovingly as I stood over her.
"What will you give me if I bring it?" She asked.
"I will give you anything you ask for," I promised.
The montage of the gifts I was keeping for Queen crossed my mind.
The scented red rose flower, embroidered face towel, stockings, sleep mask, all weather jacket, etc.
I was wondering what she would ask for.
"Love," she said with a smile.
I gazed at her as she looked up at me.
"I want you to love me," she said.
I looked at her beautiful face.
Imagine a combination of the best features of Halle Berry and Tyra Banks. She looked more beautiful than both of them.
Her her long brown hair glowing from the crown of her oval head to her slender shoulders.
She was looking more beautiful and wonderful than the Nigerian Darego Agbani, the former Miss World.
I bent over her and planted my brown lips on her succulent brown lips and it was as if our lips fused as we kissed passionately.
Then she rose happily from her coach and smiled.
Gosh! If only you have seen the perfect African beauty.
She was standing tall and her golden brown skin made her to shine in the natural light of the sunrays in the patio.
I admired her from her head to her feet. She had a perfect backside and I could see that she had perky breasts.
She was going to get me the book of poems.
Oh, lovely Muse of my poetry.