Quatrains Poem by Folayemi Akande

It takes but two lips of fire
To make the frosty winter go
It takes a warming desire
To then make two lusty hearts glow

Two stalks of feet on a dancing ice
Will by all the cracking creeks mend
Melt winters bellow with their eyes
Fruitful thinking we by time spend.

O hail woman of penchant veil
That men all at her fine shawl tied
Fondling her steps, picking her trail
Lust or love inside her would find.

Curse us with your lush, flowery scent
And your smothering breathless kisses
Heaven or hell shall we be sent
To fetch for you blissfull wishes.