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  Sep 2014 Ademidamola Olabode
lX0st
I promise not to ask
How drunk you were
When you told me you missed me
If you promise not to ask
About the crimson river
In your kitchen.
Cross my heart, hope to die..
Words do not get attention
But the feelings behind them do
  Sep 2014 Ademidamola Olabode
ivey c
shared portions:

two straws in one
glass

a panini split in
(even) halves

one bowl of soup
twice as many spoons

smooth butter finely spread
over generous slices of bread
(still warm)

all begins
the moment one
of us says

"hi"
...
Once the night fell
my lover  arrived
i felt the velvety smooth
caress on my bare shoulders...

soft lips leaving trails
of fire in its wake
from my neck downwards
glabrous hands  wandering...


We move together in a
rhythmical dance in the
cadence of  our infatuation...

in our ****** we became
unbroken and for once
in my life i felt
imperf orate...

We became filled with the
essence of each other
and we were at our peak
in the moonlight...

in the embrace of the stars
we fell into a deep slumber
and when the sun came up, it was...

— The End —