It was late in the night
And you were fast asleep
I didn't stir you.
O dear, did you feel it
When softly I felt the heel?
Did you feel it
When hand moved up knee
To reach mine head?
What feelings flashed
As impetuously, unrestrained, I reached
For first fruits, the fountain?
Prophecies here fulfilled.
"I heard some nocturnal bird howl
Not for me the melancholic cry!
Merrily, merrily I sang."
- Adeshina Olusanya
Poet
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