HI BEAUTIFUL! II

Hello gorgeous,
I know we haven't met before,
But I'd like to make you my soulmate,
That I know for sure,
'Cos the first sight of you,
Left me wondering what a date with you, would be like,
For you really seem like the kind of lady I like,
And now all I do is long,
For the day I'll sing you a love song,
As I caress your thighs, so luscious,
Honey, I really don't know what it is,
But the grace in your steps, and the sway of your hips,
Leave me constantly love-sick,
And I don't mean to be risque`,
But I hope the feeling is mutual,
'Cos I want to know you better,
But if it's not,
It doesn't change a thing,
'Cos I still want to know you better...

TO BE CONTINUED
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LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB III

Honey it's the impulse in my spine,
When you roll those mysterious and amorous eyes at me,
But I'm not startled, 'cos that mystery is love,
The vibration of my senses,
When you sway those sensual hips in my face,
The tingle of excitement I experience,
When I sense you from a distance,
Sweetie, it's the pulse of fulfillment in my fibers,
When I set gaze on your glorious image,
The very ripple that whispers you are my greatest achievement,
Listen baby, I'll say it for the last time,
Lub-dub, Lub-dub,
Goes the sound,
When I see you.

IN THE LIGHT OF YOUR LOVE II

Honey, the world is full of troubles,
And everyday life could be a constant struggle,
So living with a thorn,
Would make all this double,
But baby, I still bless the day you were born,
'Cos in the midst of my distress,
You're all that gives me progress,
And when my world is in a disaster,
You remain a faithful partner,
So when the rest of the world is in darkness,
I feel no sadness,
'Cos I'll be standing in the light of your love...

TO BE CONTINUED
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BEAUTIFULLY BLACK! III

There's a certain peculiarity to her beauty, so she's not just a mere object of sex appeal,
A certain jealousy to her love-life, so she's possessive and protective of her own,
A certain fragrance to the essence of her presence, the reason she's every man's love-interest and appeal,
And an undeniable authenticity to her glory that lacks artificiality, so I think her place lies in the skies and on the throne,
Yet in the midst of all these, one thing stands out in her personality,
The very reason I'm forever enchanted with her entity,
It's the beauty of her skin and the originality of its blackness,
Her black is beautiful but I call her Beautifully Black!

LOVE BIRDS, A NOVEL...The Saga Continues...

CHAPTER EIGHT

NAOMI FALLS SICK

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER, 18, 19:00hrs

    As promised, the parents of Naomi, and Henry organized a family get together for their kids. The venue was Naomi’s home; it was a celebration of success, life and health. There was lots of everything; food, drinks, and fun. Meanwhile at the backyard, Naomi and Henry were alone engrossed in a romantic tete a tete.

        “This will be a bond of my love for you” Henry said as he brought out a gold necklace from its case and wrapped it round Naomi’s neck

       “As long as it remains on your neck, our love lives, till death do us part” he added.

       “Oh thanks. I love it” she said as they hugged each other and she left to show it to her mum. Shortly afterwards, in an abrupt and scary manner, Naomi collapsed holding her chest. She just had a heart failure and was rushed to the hospital, where the Doctor diagnosed a critical heart malfunctioning and the need for a prolonged use of an artificial ventilator. Henry’s parents had stayed back, with Rooney to watch over the house, while Henry went with them to the hospital.

       “Your daughter’s life is standing on the rope. She has a rare, but severe case of atherosclerosis, and as we speak she is in a coma and may be like that for months. I can’t say specifically how many months, but I bet she won’t be getting out anytime soon. But not to worry she’s been placed on an artificial ventilator, and may be using for months after she’s discharged, but you see these things are very costly these days, and it may take long before she gets another attack. But that doesn’t mean she is alright. She might even need a heart transplant if she has another attack after this” Dr. Bristol, Naomi’s family doctor, a thin tall British man in his late fifties explained gesticulating more than was necessary.

         “A heart transplant” Mrs. Graham asked in a frantic tone, but not expecting a response.

         “Doctor, that girl lying there is all I’ve got. She’s my life, my joy, my hope. Look Doctor you have to save her life” she said almost shouting, pulling on the doctor’s white neatly ironed coat, shedding tears as though her whole life was tied to Naomi’s. At this point Mr. Graham reached for her shoulders and gently pulled her back.

         “It’s okay darling. Our daughter will not die” he consoled his wife who now cried on his shoulders.

         “Yes Mrs. Graham, Naomi is not going to die” Henry chipped in trying to hold back his tears.

         “She may also need to stick to some very costly medications after her discharge” Dr. Bristol added. He seemed to be very money conscious.

         “That’s okay doctor” money is not the problem.

         “Just do all you can to save our daughter’s life, she’s all we’ve got” Mr. Graham said. “We’ll keep checking on her” he added as they all left the doctor’s office face down, feeling depressed. It was like their whole world had just collapsed on them.