You are my bed and dream-sharer
The doubler of my joy and
Divider of my grief
Your lips are dripping honey combs.
When I drop anchor, wind tossed ship,
In the confluence between your thighs
Home becomes the sweetest word
You are hearth and bed-chamber
I come to you;
I find comfort and peace
I come in you;
I find rest beyond release
My bed and dream-sharer
The doubler of my joy and
Divider of my grief
You tend the garden of my desires
Your breasts are nectar and ambrosia
Your juices are fragrant on my tongue
You dey make me dey maga!!!
Toni Kan, 2014