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ODE TO THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN

I was recently going through a cache of old write-ups a short while ago, stuff I wrote as far back as when I was in my early twenties, I think, and I happened on some of the poems I wrote then. There are lots of ‘em; I used to really be into poetry. Anyway, here’s one. It’s some sort of erotica. So read and enjoy. 🙂

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Ode To The Beauty Of A Woman

I look at you, you who were made from man’s spare rib

So many curves in glorious symmetry

I wish I could trace its imagery

Slowly caressing as to never forget

The axis of the world of desires and allure.

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My first impulse is to reach for your lips

Your lips so full, firm and flavorous

A temptation to bite and nibble

A wanting to kiss and devour

Surrounding a warm, moist, dizzyingly-scented mouth

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My hand is thence slicked through the rich forest of your hair

Your hair, shining like the black of the night

A midnight passion, a breeze of seduction

Tumbling down around the piquancy of your face in glorious falls

As I pull, all the better to kiss you more.

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I come up for air, to lose it again in the recesses of your eyes

Your eyes, a world within a gaze

Glowing with the fieriness of promise, passion and possibilities

Just one stare and I start to sink in the quagmire of your charm

Just one gaze and I get lost in the maze of those bottomless pits.

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My hands reach, of their own accord, for the golden globes of your body

Your breasts, so divine, with a power second to one other

A wish to kiss, a desire to caress, a craving to hold

The glory of its sight wreaks havoc, just as

The sensation of its feel makes the world a better place.

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And all creatures, big and small, seek the orifice

The opening, the entranceway that reigns down below

To be taken in, engulfed and lovingly crushed

By what is truly the all-powerful, the all-encompassing

Forget the top of Mount Everest or the bottom of the Atlantic

Forget the wonder of the stars or the grandeur of the greens

There is no place that has been the object

Of more ambitions or more battles

Of more exultation or more vicissitudes

Then the sweet, sacred mystery between a woman’s legs

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Darling, I say to you now

My face flushed, my heart open and my words true

You’re precious like a rose, silken and sleek

Your form perfect in every way, unique and ultimate

A clash of beauty, sensuality and passion – a true woman.

I am @Walt_Shakes on Twitter


About shakespeareanwalter

Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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29 comments

  1. Badoo! Shakespearean, the Loverean. Ka nne gi jidekwa gi…ajo nwa! Lol

    • shakespeareanwalter

      LMAO!!! Nnem that is waiting for any signs that I’m ready to settle down and give her grandchildren.

  2. Adeleke Julianah

    Wow…

  3. Don’t go and finish the series you started, stay there and be looking for old erotica.

  4. And I’m glad I have that all-encompassing part.
    Lol

  5. Wow, this beautiful, Walter!

  6. Now i’m flustering in unwanted places,
    Places i never knew could be flustered.

    Way to go FGM!
    Way to go _Walt!

  7. ogechukwu samuel

    Wow, sir walts, what made you abandon this beauty?

  8. “D sweet,sacred mystery between a woman’s leg” ahhh Walter! I’ve 4goten tis Easter,cnt believe i just read this. Rev.Father will knw now..#confessionthings #lol

  9. The Konji was real, brother.

  10. Ode ko,poem erotica ni! Walter ooooo!

  11. I’m sure you wrote this while you were not in a relationship…else you would have pounced rather than drool on paper…hehehehe

    Very nice word play…

    • shakespeareanwalter

      Why thanks, topazo.
      And werreminute! Who says we can’t write and pounce at the same time, hmm? 🙂

  12. Hehehehe, its risky o. Well done job

  13. Oh la Walter! I just had one of those pretty rare experiences…..you know, that moment when you step outta your mortal body and you just go…..WOW or WHOA! This is simply dreamy, hypnotic and you really did go the ‘whole nine yards’, pun abso-friggin-lutely intended, otherwise, however would you have come up with a masterpiece so surreal to know to pull out all the stops and capture ever single detaik without a ‘hair’ outta place?!

  14. Bros, where have you been all this while? I felt I was being held walahi. Yes now. The same way the woman was held. It felt beautiful. *seriously blushing*

  15. I’m sure Walt was a virgin when he wrote this piece 😀 Sooo much reverence for a woman’s body. I doubt if he greets before dining these days.

  16. Words cannot express what I really intend to say

    Almost like, ‘Let there be light and there was light’

    I liken this piece to one of Wole Soyinka’s. I. Really cannot remember the name of the book, but I know a school teacher without money, wanted to marry this pretty girl and explored this girls with words like Walter’s.

    This is beautiful Waltz……………I almost wanted to feel like God and breathe life into this imaginery woman

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