Blossoming Genuis

Soul so pure
Knows no hatred
Innocently smiling
Spirit amass with love
My little angel
The blossoming genius

Embedded within your little gentle soul
The puzzling capabilities of brains
Showing strong individuality
Innovatively driven by a big heart
At such tender age
Your imaginations manifest
A profound uniqueness
Nourished by flow of thoughts
Running wild like
Water falling from the mountains

In a variety of forms
Genius comes
Yours at four
A sharp mind at play
Making the world’s geography
A chess board
Spotting multiple nations at once
Traveling the universe without a speeding jet
The boundaries of each nation detailed out in your head
Little Aisha, my angel
The blossoming genius

Be My Surgeon

I am all aware
That this is not your speciality
My political genius
But a rare request
I am asking you to do
Be my surgeon

You need not be worried
For the theater is all set
No assistance needed
Just the two of us
Its a minor procedure
No complications at all

That scalpel of yours
Needs not to be sharpen
A smooth juicy hard shaft
With a gentle stroke
Will make a cut through

Wrapping you in my slender legs
Will serve as the drapes
Burying my face in your throat
Will release the endo-morphine
So I won't be in pain

I love the sound you make
The soft grunts and growls
The harsh flow of your breath
The power of you around and inside me
Anesthetize my whole body

So don't be sympathetic
You've always carried me
In your heart
Open me up
And relieve me of this predicament
Don't wanna wake up unravel
For I will be all disoriented
Please be my surgeon