Risqué Desires

Udeme, you have seen
Consumptiveness all about you
Like Oshun of Yoruba
In battle of love, lust and sex all at once.

I have grabbed the mounds of your round breasts
And tasted them one after the other
Like sweet oranges.
With my own tongue have I drawn
Fresh wine from the
Sacred fountain in-between your legs.

Feel me graze your curves and edges,
Gently, with tongue and fingers
Unafraid to travel far and deep
To fill up your hollow territories.

The thrusts of my towering phallus forms
A lasting whorl of ecstasy to prink your depraved desires
Like a transparent red gown.

Surely we will scream together; coaxed onto sheets
With rhythm of friction and lubrication  
In a wild dance with burning sweat
Amidst thundering flip flops

To bend your head just a little more
To accommodate this reckless amore.