Rest Poem by Eric Ekinde

What ever it may be
my day in the street has been
there are no greater thoughts as this
going home my queen to see
the warmth in her kiss
empowered to drive away sin.

like a soldier in his quest
his mind isn't at rest
when he thinks of his wife's chest
he forgets he is in charge of a fort
and seeks but home to rest
his fingers on the wife's breast
at ease in so much comfort.

Rest, oh rest
how you make a man fresh
with little or nothing to search
when back from a quest
as all he needs is a maiden
who to him is a haven of rest.