Tossing And Turning Poem by Sthembiso jean culio Cele

Tossing and turning, in desperate need of slumber,
I feel her taunting lust haunting me,
Alert, her poisonous poise goes astray,
And I but remain in prolonged envy,
I too, wish to sip in her tasteful pleasure,
But safe I am from her exposure:
For all she strokes, she leaves lifeless
Many have fallen trap of her loveliness,
And eternity they spend in dismay,
Without hope, cure or favour:
They wither into loneliness.