Happiness and morning

red wine and slow music
your gown conceals your desire
beneath my suit is a raging thirst
let us stare into each other’s eyes
as we drink, dance and lie to stupor.

If tonight is lust, then so be it
let our lips lock as the moon fades
let our legs twine to your heartbeat
as I present his schlong to your bazoo
if happiness is faux, I do not care.

by morning, you may decide to leave
but tonight, right here, as the priest,
I’ll perform the rites in your temple
starting from the rituals of cunnilingus
to whatever it is my goddess desires.

Tomide Abdul