Love Poem: Hunting the Loins
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Written by: Samuel Emmanuel

Hunting the Loins

HUNTING THE LOINS
My heart is too weak to call for helps
Finding a suitor that has sight is like training for biceps
Which assurance is decided on too many things
Luxury is a perfume that attracts the availables
Only for my soul to refuses their lies called valuables
Quench my taste of what it is to live
Buy me space in your earth for me to till
I prefer a garden with the shrubs thought i have for you
This fight of swordsmanship is a sport i don't play spectator to
Give me a chance to win your pride
My leisure
Honorable pleasure
Invaluable treasure
Ocean without measure
Wind without seizure
Rule my uptown
For i want to buy your downtown forever.

poet  : oluremi samuel