I live not for sex

You offered it for free
On the night we met
I was cuddled by your tongue
The way you move your ribs

The breathe under your skin
Calls a fellow bereaved
it tells the tale
of a sullen evening

I was wounded by your touch
The belt beneath your skin
My heart succumb at every hour
It led trap the man beneath

But then
I said aloud to myself
Aloud no one could hear
my voice left the room
Happily gate-free

I live not for sex
not for this night
As we parted
with a running kiss



About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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