Tickle Tickle In My Head Poem by Oladimeji Hakeem Olayinka

Sway like Africa princess move like a storm,
Oh Luminous beauty.
Fareness aglows as the desert rose.
Tresses are crystal black, care free.
Curvaceous body as madas Gold.
Oh I watched in awe.

What an appeasing glamour,
Mnemonically photograph such a lady.
Whose smile enthralling, attitude like royalty.
Oh! Sweetie, let me have a taste in the contour of your lucious lips.
As you caress the energy of my sexual drives.
Piercing eyes and camera smile.
All is but like a tickle tickle in my head.

No flaws no scars no thorns oh God.
Immaculately neat than the mermaid in the blue of ocean.
I'm ecstatic, glee and gleans at the glossy green of my heart.
As you lure me to the shore of your Nirvana.

I dance to mellow rhythms of your squirms.
While the baobabs bulbous boon swing in the shady eaves.
The sumptuous buffet my yearn.
As I rejoice in the heavenly festal betwixt your thigh.
That easy the tension of life.
All is but like a tickle tickle in my head.