I love your piercing smile
that light my darkness,
you the reigning queen
of my black race

I love the whispering
tone of your voice;
your voice that caress
my harassed soul

The tum-tum bounce
of your buttocks
petrify my gaze,
your beauty makes
me regale in dance

A dialogue of elated songs
ensued from our eyes

When our looks lock
we melt in laughter
that echo to awaken
something deep in us two

I love to be drowned
In your grip,
I love to walk the streets
holding your hands.

Emeka Nwogu