SISI II

Of she were many warnings

like a dog challenging a tiger to a hunt

I would be swayed into recklessness

as sure as the path of the sun; east to west

blood flowed south and sense followed it

Who would not be caught

in the perfect lure of the gap tooth

the twinkling dimples or yet

the shimmer of well-oiled pouting lips

or the naked caress of SISI’s voice

True to warning I’m lost in lust

in my head lewd images reel

of enjoined hips and thrashing limbs

caution did knocked my doors

but in the lure I lost my hearing

If you see father

tell him something must  kill a man

better I die by this

than miss this taste of heaven on earth

that lies deep between her thighs.

Oluwole.