Sex

Sex                                                    Olanrewaju Ebunoluwa ©


The secret temple 
Every other soul comes in with a motive 
Some last the test of time while other catch the vibes 
Spirited by the vibes of our hearts through physicality 


Fun to have with consent, as soul hit soul at birth stage
Rape without consent, beauty struck by the demon 


The lubricated hole 
Gives room for intoxicated moaning
Driving through the edges of the couch 
In between the blinds of the room
Coupled with heart to heart talks 
Met by romantic tones

Scripted out by lovers 
Thought through by friends 
Subscribed to by strangers 
Height of the sensation
 
Hey Pretty, 
Can I unclad your Spirituality
And feed the cravings of your physicality
I mean; can I? feed your third eyes with my dark chocolate

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