Confession To A Vista Lips Poem by Folayemi Akande

A lip of finest invention,

A man of righteous detention,

That forsakes all to her mention,

A lip brewed of orbs rarest,

That the world thirst at its dearest,

A lip of life sweet taste,

To most breath that haste.

Hello one with a sensual lip

We at your beckon crawl,

To sustain this grievous call,

Because our testosterones brawl,

A wish at futile chase,

Ending a lost, dark world,

A champagne life lips,

With berries to match it oozing whips,

A lip of warmth so enchanting,

That bestows life to all that's panting.

Under this diamond embelished night,

The waxing light shall retain it dim,

With a wild glee across the room

And calm of mute insensate things shall zoom.

A lovelier lip like roses on earth,

That dwelt among untrodden hearts,

Her lips tonight shall be sportive as fawn,

We shall embrace vital feelings of delight

The candle will retain its squint across the room,

The Bordeaux will stain the fawn floor,

In mute-less sprawling fall,

Against your ambient sounds of protest,

Her lips of unwinding sensuality,

Like an umbel in casting shadow,

Her lips of incentive spirituality,

A garnish of dip yogurt, garlic and cucumber,

A beauty born that makes angels sing,

Unwear your gabardine,

Let the midnight stars gada straight.

Her lips of warmth and love,
In ages i shall love.