O! Come To Me, My Lover Poem by Kolawole ifedayo Asaolu

Let me unclad thy lips
And wet it with my passionate kiss
Silent as February moon
To cast our shadow of romantic move
Behind the panting tree of Elijah oak
Where fear and faith was failed by our virgin sex

O! Whence cometh this beauty?
With two calling breast
Like a rainbow from bluish sky
One for child and other for me
O child, unborn or born
Let the whole two be mine now
For my salivating tongue
Is thirsty to lick my princess balls

Among all the lovers
You alone sits on the throne of beauty
Ceacar for my pen
And God for my heart
Without my princess, my breathe shall pause
And without my lover, my me will be meaningless

Your leg like Cypress of California green
Boldly on the path of soul imprint
When I shall melt within you in trance
And just as Rose rises up to sprout
So also is my lover smile to me
O! Come, come to me my virgin lover
And I will decorate you with gold

For in our mid night dance tonight,
Our diamond bed must quake
Without our emotional angel
Who shall spy to split our hour apart
Withholding my tail like child arrival
Like of Joshua stilling sun and moon
To caress my lover back to sleep
Until we both wake
To die together in our dreams
And oh, my lover and me are now becoming one

By Asaolu kolawole