Love Prose Poem by Tunji Ibrahim

'You know I care enough to check things out. Been up to my neck with things on my mind. Wanna hit a chat with you, but not now. Gonna have me in no distant time. Promise. Roger that? ? ? '... 'Baby, your words are dropping some pin into my flesh. Of course, you know this distance thing is killing us'. Now the finicky problems of distance had been left far behind, solved as though they had not for once emerged. The day entered into the dark belly of the night. Apparently, the love birds were in the middle of that big bed. Sitting naked, legs straddled over her man's hips, she squirmed her bottom, still damp from lovemaking. His hands gripped her slim waist. 'You are all ears, aren't you? ' He groaned. 'Of course, I am'. She squirmed some more. 'I'm just not sure we're on the same wave length'. Looking at his anguished face, she could say he was not happy. And she said: 'Okay, I'll be good'. 'Thank you very much', the young man sighed. 'Now, where were we? ' And she said, ' In bed'. 'Woman, will you get serious? ' He grinned and tweaked a nipple. She was incredibly beautiful in soul, spirit and mind; and her body was just too pure. She was contented with what she had, and this was the only thing that did matter to her every now and then. She wouldn't care whose ox was gored, as long as nothing was capable enough to take her love away from her.