Soak in the passion of sweats
With the body gyrating
To every tendered touches.
The soul is alive
Jazzing to every beats
That the heart mourns.
Breath has been taken away
Consumed in the pleasure
Of illicit lust.
Yearning�
How the heart
Begs for more.
Take me,
Oh! Take me as I am
It begs, it cries, it pleaded.
See how crying has become a song of comfort
In a minute they would rock the boat together
Only to relish for another passionate round
That would blow the mind to the pinnacle of cloud nine.
�Nsikak Andrew, 18th February, 2008 & 4th March, 2008