Pleasure Pains Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

Dear Jillian,
I could feel your pleasure-pain,
Even when you scream 'you hate me'
For when you frantically frown I know you want
me
Because you miss me,
And the way I kiss you!
But now i am pleasure burnt, thirsting for thy
Bonjour.
For I miss you more
Like an unplayed 'bata' drum misses the fingers
of its player;
You the flexible fingers that crescendo my
heart,
As throbbing becomes probing
With your youthful hands on my massive
chest; feebly fondling,
Connecting consecutively bodily bridges.
And as these beatings become rhythms
Remember,
like the drummer,
you would whisper for me, tasty tunes.
Ooh how I MISS YOU!
(c) Ifeoluseyi Ifeoluwapo ifeyemi
-Lines and Rhythms Poetry Collection