Who Is With Me On This? Poem by Raimi Babatunde

I woke up this morning
With deep thoughts of you
My bed was lonely without you
Rolling and rolling from north to south
I guess I am tired of bachelorhood
Surely, this is a good ssign

Your sweet smelling fragrance
That rubs off on the pillow
The taste of your organic saliva
When we exchange our juices
The still small voice you emit
When you ride and ride your funnel

Whenever you rest my head of your breasts
The feeling is always soothingly magical
And can heal any ailment
Let me be your ride or die
I want to do life with you Baby
And the hour is now...

Leaving my bed is now an arduous task
I want to wake up to your breathe
You found a way to my heart
And left indelibly prints
It's high time I took the knee
Who is with me on this?