Abimbola Oluwasola Israel Poet Haiku

It Is

It's the stories your eyes tell me when I lie inside of you
And the rhythm your body dances to when you sit in me .

It's the soft breeze that you breathe  when you lean into my neck pit and scratch my napes
And the silent sighs of pleasure that your lips blow.
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It's the slow crawls of your skin upon mine
And the gentle heat from your honeycomb.

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It's the way you whisper"I love you"
 when we lie in eachother like missionaries.


      That makes my heartbeat again and again
      Your are my heart quake
      My fall
      Yet my redemption.
And yes!
 You always tastes great!!

Abimbola

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Beata Agustin November 27, 2024 at 2:12 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.