Poetry Play #45



Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Llushes



It is night

I want the taste of heaven

So I have come to you


Love, the thought of your lingering fingers on my skin

Sends shivers down my spine


I have come to play the piano of your body

To make symphonies that will make the stars to dance


My keys are yours to toy with

Let your fingers tickle my rhythm to a melody


I’m the amorous adventurer

Who has come to explore the nude map of your body


All the crevices, the warmth, dark inches your fingers can reach

Let me feel you


Come, feel me before I fill you

Turn me on…. let me burn into you


Burn your fire into me

Engulf me with the flames of passion


Let’s burn together

A fire of flesh, lighting the night


And with this light find your way into me

Dig in and pull me back again.

No wait!

Go on, love.


Pull and push

An art of pleasurable passion

This is how heaven tastes


Kiss my lips

Let me feel your tongue in me

Kiss every passion and let me get that taste of heavenly sweetness



NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7baa55ae

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About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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