A Sonnet In Solitude Poem by Wesongah David

I yearn your husky voice in my ear, your touch,
Slow and punishing, in want of more,
An arm around me, nourishment to the wake of day
Hunting for hidden pleasures yonder.

I crave for your passionate hug into one of us,
Your eyes a reflex of a pained ignorance,
Clamoring for a truth I still have not,
Waiting for the opportune time to shed a crust.

I thirst of your fingers delicate on my lips,
A ratified end to mosses of arrogance seeping of me,
Making me think of the sensual touch in yacht regions nether.

Watching pained your heavenly body glorious in the nude,
I hunt endlessly for your soul, a burning desire,
Like a pilgrim in amazed humility.