Triumph of the Virgin
Becky Oludayo Peleowo
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Triumph of the Virgin

Becky Oludayo Peleowo
@beckyoludayoadenuga426965

15 days ago


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I thought he would be the missing piece of my puzzle.
At the dawn of our acquaintance
I was his idol; loved and adored.
The sun rose from my face,
And sets in his heart.
The moon strutted in my smile
The stars danced in my eyes.
The journey of a thousand miles,
Was just a stroll to the stream.
When his eyes looked into mine,
And mine into his,
And we walked chest by chest,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Head to head,
Fingers in intercourse like the socket and the plug,
The Universe paused to watch.
The lucky me walked like pride's own daughter.
On my toes, head high and chest out.
He kissed my head, I closed my lids.
The sky will always be blue.
All was settled.
Happily ever after!

Life is not a fairytale!
It was happily never after.
The missing piece of my puzzle is a riddle.
And me, his fiddle.
My love is a jagged piece.
A broken piece that fits at the sides
But is cracked at the centre.
That dysfunctional centre,
Has become our breakpoint.
Our love is imperfect.
Our story has a tragic fate.
Ours is happily never after.
Ours, a Titanic tale.

At the noon of our acquaintance,
Pressure mounted pressure,
Eyes tingling with pleasure,
Lips distorted with pleas for friction.

"Friction?
No,
No friction!"

More subtle pleas,
For just a bite of Eve's sumptuous pie.
In midway compliance, I floated away
Where friction flew me on inexplicable wings of ecstasy
And blinding was the refreshing gusts of his deceitful caresses.
Pleas birthed threats.
Eyes tingling with erotic anguish.
With pressure for more friction
Threats dwindled into pleas
For illegal entrance to his awaited Paradise.

"Open up!"
"No, enough friction!"

Rage!
There comes the rage!
There will be no blue sky after all.
The clouds in his eyes, ravenous,
Like the fury of a maelstrom
"Who wants pleasure without friction
Or friction with the least pleasure?"
And he left!
Left with a piece of my heart.

All's lost in the winds
The sun's shine stings,
The moon's walk mocks
The dancing feet of the stars,
Complement an amorous dirge.
Sing to me your best songs,
Of sorrow, pain, and regret.
Regret?
No!
No regrets!

Alas, I'm free.
Liberated from the cold embraces of sensual lust.
From the merciless gropings,
The sly kisses,
The lustful looks,
And acted feelings.
I escaped, still intact.
For many are those
who have fallen into the same pit of darkness,
And never smelt the freshness of the day.

I loved.
I cried.
I conquered.

Alone and with pride,
I walked on the moon,
Danced with the Stars,
Smiled in the sun,
the sky can still be blue.

Seconds chased minutes,
Minutes chased hours,
Hours chased days,
Days that seem like an eternity,
Niggling me with fears for the future.
But voila, came the transformation.
The return of the prodigal Romeo.
A sudden realisation of a lost pearl.

The sun rose from his face and set in my heart.
The moon strutted in his smile
The stars danced in his eyes.

"Will you be my wife?"

At the dusk of our acquaintance,
Happily together after
I know I will be the missing piece of his puzzle.

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leonard muli @leonardmuli297972
wow,I in.love with the piece....
15 days ago

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Becky Oludayo Peleowo @beckyoludayoadenuga426965
I'm in love with it too. Lol. Thanks for reading.
15 days ago
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morgan omotayo @omotayomorgan
This is a beautiful piece. Hreat work.
13 days ago