Bitten by the love bug
Teeth of love sunken into my being.
Like needles penetrating the skin,
Transforming me into a love angel.
No ordinary feeling, extremely powerful.
Love fluidly runs through my veins.
Turning every crevice of my body into vessels of love.
My soul has been empowered by love.
My very existence is a product of love.
I have been bitten by the love bug!
And the bite is surprisingly sweet and satisfying.
Not aggressively annoying like the bites of mosquitoes or red ants.
This bite is sensationally stimulating to the core.
My love level leaps into the air,
Spreading like an airborne epidemic;
Touching loveless hearts of stones.
Once bitten, always smitten.
There is no cure, just a life giving endless love.
- Erika Heslop Martin
The Love Inside
To say I love you seems so ordinary
These are words I say to you every day
They are not particularly extraordinary
Today, I want to say it in a different way
I want to be the reason you'll never walk away
I want you here
Today, and for every Valentines Day
My bowels are heavy
But not just with love
I want to be that voice
Like the one you hear from above
I want to heighten your emotions
And awaken your senses
Like the aroma from the Earth
Or the scent of the flowers
After the morning dew
I want to be your calm
After the storm
I want to ignite your passion
I will speak
When you're lost for words
Of expressing your endearment and love
I will be your wings
When you're too weak to fly
I'll feed you
With manna from the sky
I will be your gravity when cannot stand
I'll hold you down
With my outstretched hands
I will be your oxygen
When you cannot breathe
I'll keep you alive
I will be the reason
Your heart beats on the inside
I will stimulate you in the morning, when you rise
Like the first sip of coffee
Taking you to new heights
I will be your flavoured toffee
As we float with the tide
I will drown you in my love
With just a whisper
Or from the touch of my tongue
I will displace your reality
With a ravenous hunger for my body
As I caress you
And quench your insatiable thirst for clarity.
I want the sight of me
And the whiff of my scent
Send unspoken, yet shouted signals to your mind
And so you'll understand
That on this special day
You are all mine
I want us to be lost in time
Where our hearts burst with
Longing and passion
In an unspeakable fashion
I want to be powerfully addictive
As you begin to understand
Yet tempered power of your woman
For you, I will walk a mile
Now I can say
"I love you"
With so much pride
Can you feel the love inside?
Happy Valentine Day
- Charmaine Wallace
He's suave, with style
His presence makes me smile
My Valentine in my mind
He had me at black and white
The colours of his hair
I blush whenever he's near
I don't glance, I stare
I'm lovesick, to be fair
With his salt-and-pepper hair!
It's all natural, no dye
Beautiful hair, oh my!
I must stroke it, to test
I dared to ask
He said Yes
Silky and smooth to the touch
Am I in love or lust?
And so thick
A glass of water please, quick!
My preference is clear
I'm attracted to salt-and-pepper hair
Idiosyncrasy, they call it
It gets my attention, I admit
In my opinion
Today or tomorrow
A man's salt-and-pepper hair has me at hello
Of course, a great personality must follow
- S. Dionne Phillips
Cupid's Ballad (Lonely Soul)
Valentine's day is around the corner,
Cupid is ready to start his annual routine.
Grabbing bow and arrows,
he danced and pranced for the hour.
Yet, I am still the same lonely soul from last year.
his arrows hits innocent hearts,
Now I watch as people kiss and cuddle,
expressing their affections in the park.
No one to receive gift's from,
no one to give them to.
So there's really nothing to look forward to.
Still, I am the same lonely soul from last year.
Cupid keeps shooting me,
With the wrong people.
I don't know why Cupid insists,
I must be stupid.
I learnt from the Grinch how to deflect his arrows
For Cupid with all your arrows
You seem to be the god of pain and sorrows.
- Xavier Frazer
A Valentine Tale
At sunrise fourteen youths set sail
To an islet close to the mainland
It was a day of fun for everyone
Celebrating St. Valentine's Day.
Before sundown the craft set sail
On its journey to home and family
But angry winds overwhelmed the fragile craft
Scattering the youths to the raging sea
Less than a mile from shore.
The merciless ghouls of the treacherous sea
Embraced their youthful bodies
In a firm unyielding grasp
With a slithering hold upon them
Rocked their unsuspecting souls to eternal sleep.
From the shore as night descended
Fearful, tearful people stared
Unseeing at the sea
Staring in helpless anguish
At the rolling waves.
Staring with eyes not perceiving
Staring with lips gently moving
Who could tell
Whether in curse or prayer
Soon, six wave-lashed stragglers
Landed on the shore
Then shouts of joy rend the air
But that joy almost turn to despair
For the demanding sea
Not content to cares and set them free
Claimed eight to keep his company.
For the wind and wave were merciless
The wind and wave was relentless
The wind and wave was unforgiving
The wind and wave was unyielding
Many hearts are now broken
Many words in anguish spoken
Countless shattered dreams
Lay buried beneath the restless waves.
Many families grieve
A nation mourns
For the eight who never returned.
- Otis-May Wills
Falling in Love
we don't know
why we "fall" in love
it catches us by surprise
that is why we "fall"...
if not we would runaway
it came to me quite by surprise in the middle of the day
with "Standoff" blasting
Laurence Fishbourne masked mercenary staring ...
(we women seem to have a great capacity
for the "bad man" the Barabbas
leaving behind Christ
we have an affinity to chains, ropes, bondage
from the Princess to the Professor
we give them "props"... we love dem...)
and then they came in...
Sunday Evening in Exquisite Restaurant
communicating by cell
it took us a little while to realise
the complexity of the hearing impaired
their silence shattering the automatic rifle sound of
the movie in the background
he spoke ordering the meal, she responding
texting something to him on the mobile
when she handed him to read
the debate continued
with more hand signals
and sign language between the two
we cried, tears of joy enjoying the live spectacle of love
it is these scenes
that make you fall in love
when we are together the rest of the world does not matter
we are into some deep communication that only the two of
Love is there
and love is real
(c) Helen-Ann Elizabeth Wilkinson
I LOVE YOU
When you asked me if I loved you and I said no.
I lied, I don't know why I did.
But I know that I love you and you know it too.
So why did you ask me that question?
I love you, yes I do.
My love for you erupts like a volcano.
My love for you burns hotter than the burning bush.
My love for you is sweeter than the chocolate
That Cadbury gave to me last night.
I love you, my sweetie pie, my pookie poo.
My love for you stings like the sting of the bee,
And expands after contact.
My love for you is full of ecstasy,
Vibrating through every nerve of my being.
Look into my eyes,
Tell me what you see.
I know you see yourself staring right back at you.
I love you, my eyes love you.
Hug me and feel my body shiver with delight.
Kiss me and my lips burn with fever.
Touch me and the hair stands up on my body.
Say my name and my ears ring like a bell.
I love you can't you tell?
I love you.
I pray for you everyday
And I never stay angry with you for a day.
My voice is the finest thing you'll ever hear.
I whisper tender, loving words so you always care.
My heart beats faster when you are near,
In my life is where you belong my dear.
I love you.
- Erika Heslop Martin