In the moonlit evening so cold,
When the breeze hold like bites.
Mine, come out and be so bold,
To salvage me and clinch'n me tight.
When my pink lips freeze and quiver,
And dry of thirst of your grease.
Mine, cuddle me and make me not shiver,
Wet my lips with your tasteless juice.
When I'm lone on a bed hard strong,
And my voice is cold dry and lost.
Mine,be my pillow and sing me a song,
Till, I lost my senses in your lust.
And I sow a breathing seed on'y soil
Against some months of matrimony toil
(A poem dedicated to married couples)
POET: OLUWATIMILEHIN A. ALABI
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
In the moonlit evening so cold,
When the breeze hold like bites.
Mine, come out and be so bold,
To salvage me and clinch'n me tight.
When my pink lips freeze and quiver,
And dry of thirst of your grease.
Mine, cuddle me and make me not shiver,
Wet my lips with your tasteless juice.
When I'm lone on a bed hard strong,
And my voice is cold dry and lost.
Mine,be my pillow and sing me a song,
Till, I lost my senses in your lust.
And I sow a breathing seed on'y soil
Against some months of matrimony toil
(A poem dedicated to married couples)
POET: OLUWATIMILEHIN A. ALABI
(A poem dedicated to married couples)
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