She loved him
Not because he was
Something out of the ordinary
But because he was so ordinary
He touched and massaged the ordinary
In her.
She loved him
Not because he amongst all human beings
Stood the most out
But because he was concealed in the crowd
Offered her the quiet refuge
In which she could peacefully shelter herself
In him.
She had a deep need to love somebody
That was why she loved him
For no other reason
Than that he could be quietly loved
In a world of their own, far
From the looking crowd
He was the answer to her quiet prayer.
She let out a long, deep sigh
It sounded like a moan
A deep-throated groan
Accompanied by breathlessly running tears
And the unquantifiably precious feeling
Of satisfaction
Relief
And held him in her arms
Held him tightly, loosely, in her heart
Dear him.
He swallowed, moved to the core
And loved her back
What he had always yearned for
All his life.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 
Nice…the pix 2…
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I’m glad I came back to this:) It struck me strongly the second time around. Nice work!
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Thank you!
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Hm… Why do I think this is sad?
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Because you’re deep.
Such deep need is usually born of sadness.
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The beauty of love is when it’s acknowledged, shared and nurtured.
Love ur writing as always.
Your love poems always gets to me than all others
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Love is the greatest force of all. It shows the nature of your heart… 🙂
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🙂
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beautiful – love it!
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Thank you, DP! 🙂
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enjoyed it
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Thank you for stopping by. Glad you liked it.
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