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Amidst the spheres where passion’s flames ignite,
Where love’s soft whispers blend with night,
We talk of two souls, entwined in grace,
In love’s warm embrace, a special place.

With tender hearts and eyes so tight,
We dance in shadows, kissed by moonlight,
Our bodies temples of desire’s fire,
Bound by love, a yearning higher.

In the depths of intimacy, we find,
A treasure of ecstasy, hearts combined,
A symphony of sighs, a melody divine,
As bodies merge, two souls entwine.

Oh, sweet love, with every gentle touch,
Our spirits soar, yearning for so much,
To explore the depths of this sacred art,
Where love’s climax ignites the heart.

In this salsa of love, our spirits play,
Passion’s rhythm guiding our way,
Whispers of love, a concerto of moans,
In this sanctuary known to lovers alone.

The world outside fades, we transcend,
To a domain only we comprehend,
The magic of love and the power it weaves,
A tapestry of intimate leaves.

In this sweet web of love, our truth we find,
A sanctuary where we are forever entwined,
Hearts and souls forever connected,
In love’s warm embrace, forever protected.

Forever we will revel in love’s sweet embrace,
In this sacred space, our souls interlace,
For in the depths of passion and unity,
We discover love’s true, eternal beauty.

Lovers, let this poem ignite your flame,
Remind you of love’s sacred name,
Embrace the ecstasy, let it be your guide,
In this dance of love, forever side by side.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In the quiet of twilight, where shadows frolic and sway,
Stands a lady, her heart and soul in disarray.
Lost in contemplation, dreams in disarray,
She ponders life’s challenges, both night and day.

Her steps are resolute, her spirit unbound,
Ready to explore the world, with joy profound.
Eyes shining with anticipation, her dreams unconfined,
To discover her purpose, the truth to find.

With meticulous packing, hope in her chest,
She leaves behind what once held her, at best.
Seeking her true self, on a fresh quest,
She will follow her heart, and put doubts to rest.

The wind carries whispers of distant places,
Guided by stars, her journey embraces.
She is prepared to leap, as courage laces,
In search of treasures, in faraway spaces.

She is a queen, bold at heart, unswerving,
Her journey, a path of endless deserving.
Through towering mountains, she’ll be observing,
Reaching the summit, her spirit unswerving.

Dancing with strangers, singing with glee,
She will let her wild, free spirit roam and be.
Chasing her dreams, heart pure and true,
Painting the world with a brighter hue.

Watch her depart, with a heart full of cheer,
Her journey is a promise, fear shall disappear.
A lady with a resilient soul, have no fear,
Her journey is a song, echoing clear.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

(Face to Face with my Demons)

In the webs of confusion, I once did dwell,
A journey through a living hell.
Postpartum darkness, suffocating air,
A weight so heavy, too much to bear.

My heart, a storm of endless rain,
A tempest causing endless pain.
In motherhood’s embrace, I had drown,
Invisible chains held me down.

Sleepless nights and endless cries,
Whispers of despair, silent sighs.
A love profound, yet shrouded in fear,
As postpartum depression drew near.

But in the depths, a spark did gleam,
A glimmer of hope, a faint moonbeam.
With courage, strength, and help I would find,
A path to healing, a heart unlined.

Therapists, friends, and family near,
Their support, a lifeline, so clear.
I faced my demons, one by one,
Postpartum’s battle, slowly undone.

Through therapy and time, I had mend,
In loving arms, my child, my friend.
Victory over darkness, a triumph so sweet,
The sun broke through, and my heart did beat.

Postpartum’s pain, a chapter to close,
A newfound strength, like a radiant rose.
A warrior now, forever to be,
My journey’s end, my spirit set free.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

POLYANDRY

I speak of a land where customs vary,

Where lies a practice called polyandry.

Not like what most know of matrimony,

It is a bond where multiple men share a journey.

No conventional unions of one and one,

In this realm, hearts find a different sun.

For a woman, it’s a love that’s manifold,

A choice to have many husbands to hold.

Oh, polyandry, a tale quite rare,

Where harmony blossoms, beyond compare.

No jealousy in this unique connection,

But a shared commitment, pure affection.

In this love’s grand design,

Brothers in spirit and heart intertwine.

They uplift their beloved, hand in hand,

Serving her with love across the land.

One may ask, how does this come to be?

A delicate balance, love’s vast decree.

For each man brings a special attribute,

Completing the circle, making love acute.

The first husband, a pillar of strength,

Guides with wisdom, shatters pretense.

He’s a rock, a foundation built to last,

Guarding the union, present and steadfast.

The second husband, an artist of passion,

Creating beauty, a sensual fashion.

Paints her dreams on a canvas of desire,

Igniting the flames that never tire.

The third husband, a soul filled with care,

A healer of hearts, erasing despair.

With gentle touch and soothing embrace,

He mends all wounds, unveils inner grace.

Bound together by love’s sacred thread,

Each man finds purpose through paths they tread.

A polyandrous bond, uniquely formed,

Where every husband’s love is transformed.

Oh, polyandry, a paradigm divine,

Where love’s boundaries gracefully intertwine.

In a world where hearts can freely roam,

A love story written outside the norm.

Let us not judge what we do not know,

For love’s vast wonders continue to grow.

In the realm of polyandry’s embrace,

Love’s boundaries expand in endless space.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

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Photo credit: Nellie, the woman married to three husbands. She conveniently feeds and clothes them. Strange!

In the stillness of the night, he stands,
A heart in turmoil, held by trembling hands.
His voice, a plea, in whispers soft, he sings,
“Say something, my love, let words take flight on wings.”

The silence deep, a heavy shroud of pain,
It cuts him deeper than a spoken disdain.
He longs for her to share her thoughts, her fears,
To let the words flow, to wipe away the tears.

For in her silence, wounds are slow to heal,
He would rather feel her words, however real.
Tongue-lashes, they may sting, but they are a start,
To mend the broken pieces of their wounded hearts.

He knows he is wrong, and he admits his faults,
But her silence, it is a storm that never halts.
He begs her, “Speak to me, my love, I pray,
Let not this silence tear our love away.”

He is ready to bear the storm of her words unkind,
But the silence, it is a torment of a different kind.
He pleads for her to end this silent night,
To save their love from the eternal blight

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi