In Lust Poem by Kayode Are

to music we gyrate
as its euphony elate
electric vibes wails
thralls giddiness to sail

fine brew on the broadside
brushed caution backside
caught in a caressing embrace
we settle into a bosomy brace

when the spider lures to her web
defenses of the prey slowly ebb
a dram of nectar so sweet
deserve a full treat

she thought she had control
laced loin in guile and gambol
to cream treasure from open purse
with prone reveler in pleasure poise

he felt twinge of the noose
the frenzy the carnal and latent bruise
a searchlight on the looming play
portray posterity a sweeter lay