The Sexual Night Poem by Poet Akinwemimo Idris

Touch me softly,
Like shore breeze.
Beat me 'below',
With that your,
Wandering hands.

Already I await,
Verily for tonight,
Like a naked queen,
On the royal bed.

Couldn't we even,
Roll on the floor,
Like gluttonous bees,
On the nectar plate.

Sexual dream of man,
Is better dreamt,
Only in the reality..
Like a dream on death.

Take me there!
To realm of war...
Where to war for:
For a kiss, a touch.

Let shake-off!
The cold beneath,
The empty space,
Between our legs.



30TH AUGUST 14.
11: 37 P.M
KWARA STATE,
NIGERIA.