Confession to a vista lips
A lip of finest invention,
A man of righteous detention,
To forsake all against her mention,
A lip brewed of orbs rarest,
That the world thirst at its dearest,
A lip of life sweet taste,
To most breath that haste,
At righteous fall,
Hello Mr. Owner mall,
Who at her beckon crawl,
To sustain this grievous call,
But now, testosterone brawl,
A wish at futile chase,
Ending a world so encase,
A champagne life lips,
With berries to match it oozing whips,
A lip of warmth so enchanting,
That bestows life to all that's panting,
Tonight again,
The waxing light remain,
With a wild glee across the room
And calm of mute insensate things at zoom.
A lovelier lip like flower on earth,
That dwelt among untrodden hearts,
Her lips tonight shall be sportive as fawn,
And vital feelings of delight shall to stately height rear her form,
The candle will retain its squint across the room,
The Bordeaux glass will then roll over the fluffy fawn floor,
In mute-less sprawling fall,
Against sounds of protest,
After this perverting conquest.
Her lips of unwinding sensuality,
Like an umbel in casting shadow,
Her lips of incentive spirituality,
A garnish of dip yogurt, garlic and cucumber by the Arno,
A beauty born of murmuring sound,
Not the spherical shape,
But unconventional profound,
Like a fruit of grape,
Come, let the floating cloud lend their state,
Unwear your gabardine and the midnight stars gada straight.
Her lips of warmth and love,
In ages i shall love.
poem by Folayemi Akande
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