Why try to stop what we have started not so long,
It feels good, it fits perfect,
just go with the flow,
Pieces of this puzzle that swaps together so neatly.
Breathe, relax, release and let it be.
Forbidden passions crossed the lines in the best way.
I think it was a Thursday on a late August night
Green in your eyes, to confirm that it's all a go.
Yellow caution in my eyes to say, let's take it slow.
The first taste was the sweetest, wicked thoughts consumed us to just let it be.
Forgiveness was in our hearts as we took it a bit further.
Tasting our sins under the calm night sky was its first blunder.
We couldn't quench or satisfy the need and greed,
That took over human nature to let it be.
You couldn't stop until honey was dripping from your tongue.
Test my breathe to prove I do have iron lungs
As the soft pants of your voice filled the night's air that was still young.
We made music together that is still unsung.
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NEKU'S TALE
PoetryA Poetry Collection of Egbune Olise which also features poems written in the Nigerian Pidgin-English language.
