The Sound Of The Other Night Poem by Babalola Jubril

I heard the voice,
When the sun is closing its horizontal,
Decreasing its outward energy,
The sun swallows its light,

Sweetened, low voice,
Murmuring and skipping,
The sweetness of her voice,
Aids the ecstasy of the period,
The comfort is greater than the pain,
she screams loudly,

What a laudable moment,
That she screams greatly,
The intensity of the insertion,
makes the tears of enjoyment,
Flows down her cheeks,
She takes a deep breath.