I'm Just A Phone Call Away Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Pour me champagne from your nozzle
and make me whine like a pornstar
only then will I give you my heart.

Spread it out like a gymnast
go down low and get dirty with your tongue
then subtly ask, 'Honey, your bvn and pin', sure I'll oblige.'

'Ge nti ofuma', If I cum before you cum
then I come, then you cum; then I cum
Just know that we just got soul tied.

I can forget the Gucci bags and priceless gifts
but when you take me to heaven and back
that's a lifetime memory that'll linger till eternity.

So, tell me, where would you rather spend tonight?
In my arms, swimming in indescribable ecstasy, or...
Guess what, I'm just a phone call away.