It's the time of the day...

Written by: ifedayo oshin

It’s the time of the day
When my friend lurking all day came alluring
Pulling me on to the bed of romance
Lost and caught in her cobwebs of passion
I cuddled her with artistic hands
And with a lover’s deft touch, I caressed her
Struggling and wriggling with pained-pleasure of love
Her skin so pure, so pristine 
Light, rich and fluidy was her black blood
Oh! It was her first time!
Oh! It felt like it’s my first time 
Lone long evening, in a desert of a house
Lone like survivors of plane crash in middle of a nowhere
Save for a peeping white fluorescent
An indifferent radio set
And a compromising notepad
It’s the time of the day 
For my new black pen and I
And our copulation conceived for us:
Creases of these poetic lines.