Lemme Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

Let me gaze into

Your big round sleepy eyes,

Swim in its whites

And float on the black

To discover the secrets locked up inside.



Let me thy lips

With mine brush,

Nibble and suck on it a bit,

Sip the honey

That drips from deep inside,


Play with thy tongue


That sets me ablaze,

Feel your sweet fresh breath

On my cold face

As I struggle to catch a breathe

And regain in the process some sense.



Let me touch

Your black glittering and glistening hair,

Pass my fingers through

Allow it to caress my face

As I feast on its sweet scent,

Watch it in the wind sway.



Let me nuzzle your ears

With my cold nose,

Pass my finger over it,

Feels its contours and fondle it,

Nibble it and pull at it.



Let me kiss

Your long graceful neck

Lick the sweet sweaty scent off it

Warm my cold nose on it,

Massage it gently with my fingers,

Trace with my fingers

My name on it.



Let me hold

Your slender hands in mine,

With your tender fingers

On my heart trace your name,

Breathe into them my name

So they touch no one else.



Let me hold you close

Lay your head on my tiny chest,

Feel your heart beat against mine,

With my finger trace your spine,

Smooth your hair

And into dreamland with you cruise.

Oh! How I wish time would stand still