In tangled sheets and tangled limbs
we explore the deepest corners of our being.
Our rhythmic heartbeats is the music in our ears                                    
accompanying the slow dance of our conjoined bodies            
Your hungry lips gift beautifully scattered red roses upon my neck                                                             ­                   
as you mark your territory
devouring my flesh.
Serenading you with the songs of my pleasure,
I plead, I beg!
For you to lead our dance
for our bodies to move in sync with the rapid beats of our heart.

Soon we are moving sensually through the night with wanton need
kisses falling upon our bodies like cold snow    
sending shivers.
Our starving souls ignite a fire within us 
whilst searching for one another.
The hurried movements we share fuel the flames as it spreads through us,
a fast burning in our bones.
With aching desire, we dance till we are unfeeling,
till the fire consumes us and erupts in an explosion of euphoria,
till you rain down on me.

Poetry has a sensitive soul
A drive and impulse
Telling stories the way they are
Feelings of soberness
A heart felt word

Poetry has a sensitive heart
Beautifully immense
A heart of gold
Giving values to life
Adding years to life: Poetry is beautiful

Poetry has a sensitive soul
Like streams that meanders slowly
Like a river glorious: It Flows
Poetry has a sensitive heart,
A beautiful soul; A flying Angel.

Poetry is the signal
that
The soul sends into the world
Like the river, it flows into the sea,
yet the sea never gets filled.

Poetry is the fluid for the soul,
The liquid for the yearning of the Mind
That which quenches the fire
Feeding the deepest desires
Poetry is Gold in essence

Ovi Odiete©