Poetry Play #46


Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Del Butterfly


Every night, I pray

I pray to be able to pluck you from the tree of my dreams

Into the reality of my world


Every morn, I wish to wake into your stare

I pray to inhale your salty breath into my very soul

In your embrace,

Lies my healing


But maybe there are some prayers God doesn’t answered

Or maybe the Angels will be too jealous

Of the kind of love story our lives will make

But I cannot stop hungering for you in my hands

Sharing the warmth of the love in our hearts


Or just maybe, they only need us to try?

My hunger fills this atmosphere like a drunken palm wine tapper.

Your warmth merges into mine


Do you know that my skin still smells of your perfume

Because of the constant hug we used to have?

Do you know that I wake up every day with your name on my lips

Like overnight lipstick?

Sometimes I wonder if you miss me the way I miss you…



Ooh! How I miss those hugs that filled my emptiness…

How can I forget?

I’m addicted!

I crave for your kisses

Come caress your lover

I miss you, more than I ever say!


I know we shall meet again beyond the borders of letters

Letters that are too fragile to carry the weight of our emotions

And when we meet again

I will fully pour myself into you in kisses, fondles and foreplay

We will express and experience those emotions

That love letters are too weak to carry


And gladden shall my heart be

Dear lover, whilst wade no more…

Fondle back into my embrace in rush!

This spirit awaits your loving

In your touch shall I come alive!

Words can’t weigh our love experience

This journey I refuse to see the end!

Just so long we keep together, to go on.

I’m Alive! Yes!


And on, we will go

A love story with no end

Just you and me – a portrayal of passion

Making love stories on a bed littered with roses

And the several love letters we have written


In grey hairs I would stand to kiss you externally

Till I rest on your waiting shoulder, sleeping on!

Need I forget to say soul-mate, I didn’t forget,

I love you till the next world to come.

Just you! Goodnight, sweet love.



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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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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