Can you feel me baby?
Eye am the cool breeze before the storm,
Eye am ink dripping from the poet's pen,
The muse.
Eye am mystery to the novel's author,
Erotica to the Dominant's phallus,
Eye am the Revolution's sensuality,
Hennessy black, behind the wine cellar door,
Do you see me baby?
Eye am Oshun, swaying are my rivers of natural water,
Sashay.
The Goddess of Love Eye am,
The Golden butterfly,
Eye, am done & undone for you.