The quite calmness of
The midnight cold freezes
Into their soul to unlock
The silence in their lips

And they listened to
The sound in their heart
Echoed like the midnight wind
Cruising into every household

And she offered
Her lips to his unchained
Lips on the divan
Like a baby in need of breast milk
To survive and He survived from
Her smooth and soft
Yet sugary lips to dance to the
Tune of the wind

And he had aroused to
Her visible blossoms
On a loosed shirt
To make love to her
In the ocean of desires

By: Sunday Oyinmiebi