Spell Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Spell



Pages, smoothened
Eyeglasses Adjusted
Every movement precise
Every movement pure

Delicate fingers traced the lines
Plucked eyebrows rose and fell
Superbly defined nostrils quivered
Pulsating flushed lips, controlled

Lulled was I, not by the burr voice
Not by the phobic pocket space
Not by words from the pages
But the sweet flavour of her aroma

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