Owolusi Lucky 

Bring me close till our breath’s simile

So close till our warmth rhyme,

And each kiss is metaphor written on

Your face, each thrust a stanza

Leading to another.

So close that air can’t pass between us,

And each touch is alliteration leading

To assonance of moans.

Teach me the rhythm of your body.

Let us release in ecstatic couplet.