Random (I)

Fruit

i touched a girl today
in places often labeled as “forbidden”
entering into her holies
to make myself unholy.
the journey, the experience
was filled with colourful sensations
imaginations meant only
for the mind of a genius
music written only by a maestro
found their way through her throat
scoring high notes like eagles
soaring high above in the sky
leaving only my name on her lips
Ola! Ola! Ola!
please touch me some more.

Victor Oyedele