The Lady On My Bed Poem by Olawale Okunrinboye

Her beauty is her religion; I believe every bit of it
Smells fresher than the scent from the leaves of an olive tree
With a gentle touch on my skin, she hears my heartbeat
I sip easy from her cup of love like an English tea
She knows I'm a lion on the bed and I'm ready to feast
Slowly, slowly unbutton her clothes to set her spirit free

Skin of bronze,
Shines bright in light as I move like an eagle in flight from the mountain of her breast to the temple between her legs
Sexual performance to honour the body of a goddess
Her woolly hair is a crown on her head
Nothing can buy her affection but love and honesty

Not anyone's leftover
Never mingles with a commoner
An angel who caught the eyes of a god
Her face is her throne but her butt is my slave
My hands run down her spine like a heat wave

O' lady, what can I do to make you stay?
I want to keep you till my heart turns grey
Ready to give anything away
Shhh! She said, ‘I'm only staying for another day'.