Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

I really want to do less worrying about unimportant issues of life. I worry too much and I hope this coming year, I will do less of it. 💕

Beneath the veil of darkness cast by life’s harsh hand,
I, a young lady, misunderstood and unmanned.
Never had I glimpsed the sun’s warm embrace,
Trapped in a world devoid of love’s sweet grace.

Never had a whisper of surprise graced my ear,
A life untouched by joy, haunted by fear.
No shocking moments, no excitement to unfold,
In a recount untold, where emptiness takes hold.

Never felt the warmth of love’s tender glow,
A barren heart in a cold, desolate show.
Lonely echoes lingered in the silent night,
A reality of solitude, a perpetual plight.

Through the corridors of time, I tread,
A life unadorned, in shades of somber red.
Never had the chance to dance in delight,
Lost in the shadows, hidden from sight.

Though in the depths of darkness, a spark may ignite,
A flicker of hope in the vast, endless night.
For even in the never-had, a possibility lies,
To rewrite the script, where a new sunrise implies.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2023

Amidst fading twilight, we are together alone,
A candle’s dance, music’s soft tone.
Your head on my shoulder, hair under my care,
Touching your cheek, in your eyes, desire’s flare.

The space between us, a vanishing haze,
Guiding lips together in a tender phase.
Feast of passion, taste of heavenly choir,
Igniting the spark, fueling a passionate fire.

Hands seeking pleasure, heartbeats rise,
Touching your chest, feeling you quiver with sighs.
Whispered words, urgent and dire,
Finding the spark, igniting the fire.

Legs parted, a plea to enter,
Guiding hands, a dance to center.
Slowly, a rhythm, an ancient rhyme,
Building desires to the climax of time.

Moans and cries, hips seeking release,
Orgasmic shivers, sensations increase.
Love erupts, desire’s final attire,
Quenching the fire, fulfilling the pyre.

Flesh to flesh, as the candle flickers,
Two hearts entwined, passion’s elixir.
Sweet perfume lingers, a fragrant mire,
Resting among embers, cooled from the fire.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2023

In thirteen years of woven dreams,
Through valleys low and sunlight’s gleams.
They have weathered storms of lack and strife,
Yet found the strength to build a life.

Disagreements danced like shadows cast,
But love endured, a tie steadfast.
Through surplus days and laughter’s grace,
They found in each other a cherished embrace.

In times when pockets felt so light,
They held each other through the night.
Through struggles faced and challenges met,
Their love grew stronger, a lasting bet.

Now, standing at the thirteen-year mark,
They celebrate the light and dark.
May joy surround them as they cheer,
For another thirteen and many a year.

Wishing this couple bound by fate,
A love that deepens, does not abate.
May the coming years be pure delight,
Happy anniversary, here is to forever bright!

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2023

CHAOS IN DISGUISE

In thoughtss deep, where echoes lie,
Chaos stirs, in disguise,
A dance of whispers, unseen by eyes,
Unraveling realms where uncertainty ties.

A masquerade of disorder’s art,
Cloaked in mystery, tearing apart,
The seamless fabric, woven and wise,
Chaos emerges, in clever disguise.

Yet within the tumult, a rhythm concealed,
A soulful dance, chaotic and surreal,
In every storm, a lesson lies,
Chaos in disguise, where beauty defies.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In destiny’s dance, a tangled weave,
Fate’s promiscuity, secrets it conceives.
Threads of chance, in shadows cast,
A cosmic dalliance, bold and vast.

Whispers of fortune, a fickle affair,
Entwined with chaos, in the cosmic air.
Choices entangled, a melody of chance,
Fate’s promiscuity, in a timeless dance.

Stars align, then diverge in delight,
Destiny’s dalliance, a shimmering night.
Paths cross and part in the celestial sphere,
Promiscuous fate, relentless and clear.

A tuxedo woven with threads unseen,
Fate’s embrace, neither cruel nor keen.
Promiscuous whispers, in the cosmic breeze,
A dance of chance, among destinies.

Here is to the unknown, with open eyes,
In fate’s promiscuity, where surprise lies.
For in the labyrinth of time and space,
Promiscuous fate reveals its grace.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi