By Olabode Emmanuel Olawumi
I start the race in my mind;
A race with no beginning and no end,
A race of the most sensuous proportions,
A race between the heart and the body
I ask myself;
What is it I am running from?
Lo and behold it is not far-fetched.
There she comes,
Making my heart pound
I said it will never happen again
Alas! Here it comes all over again.
The smile on her face
Makes my heart glow
Her dimples – the kind that robs one of sight
Then she comes close,
Her body tucks into mine,
My hand clasps the small of her back,
Hers claps mine.
Behold, damnation is at hand!
I feel it;
My forehead gently grazing hers,
Her nose passionately gluing to mine,
My lips, yes, my lips; hungrily salvaging hers
I feel her breast heavily on my chest,
My ever alert manhood rears his well-shaped head,
My hands don’t need Google maps,
They can find their way around her curves.
The destination lies beneath her undergarments.
Mon Dieu, how she moans!
She whispers the green light into my ears,
I take the journey further,
Her blouse drops on the floor.
Who'll show my fingers the way?
'Cos they’re lost in her pubic palace;
Perhaps, my hands do need that map,
Yet, she continues to ask for more
Even as she dominates right under my pants
How many more miles can I go?
What'll fuel this desire into burning passion?
We promised to take it slow, didn’t we?
But, my dearest, it seems we just slowly climbed higher....
Higher into realms of boundless pleasure,
Realms of our wildest dreams,
Realms in our own world of forms;
Ma Cherie, do I really love you?
Or could this be lust?
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