It’s a cold harmattan night,
With no stars in sight
We lie in each other’s arms,
Content with life’s charms
I sigh with desire
As the scent of his perfume
Caresses my nostrils
My body shivers at his touch
As his hands find my sensual spots
His kisses create muscular spasms
My back arcs with yearning,
As natural forces propel me
My mind tells me no
But my body screams yes, yes and yes
Is this the right time? I ask
For I have known no man.
One part of me pleads yea, yea!
And the other screams, Hell No!
But then, I have more time to decide
For the rudely interrupting phone call,
Was my saviour in disguise.