The Rain Of Real Love. Poem by Monkals Kalu

Plant a kiss on
My lips, Oh Love,
Let the moon rove its
Eyes with envy in its lids.

Kiss me with a
Smack of allure,
And let the Sun be a
Witness to our bond.

Oh Love, thou art
Real like a Green Alga
That flourishes in damp
Conditions, with less effort.

Peck me with thy labium
I pray thee, Oh my Jewel.
Kissle me with that charm
From your lung and groans.

Make my feet weak,
Make me kneel under
Your breath with closed
Eyes, while I slowly sleep
Off in your tender loving arms,
Where The Rain Of Real Love falls.