This tongue tries thy tune,
When dawn drinks of infant milk,
And night's nighty knights guard gap of light.
For every night I lay,
As if to pray,
Panting patiently for thy feel,
In dreams of wet wears and sensuous sea.
Like fools forever feeling is folly;
Mine like theirs, is thy tasteful tongue.
Only now I ponder,
What wonder is this lust-lightning
Causing ceaselessly teary thunder!
How could a kiss make much muse?
(C) Ifeoluseyi Ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi
Lines and Rhythms Poetry Collection
Midnight Blues Series
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