my face
your neck
exploring down
tasting my tongue

along
that trek

collar bones
man chest
the taste of you
scent of musk
taste of skin
need more time
more…
time

the scent of you
so sublime

feeling
licking
tasting
skin
you’re in

wanting more
subversive sure
need it all
is there a cure?

steel ‘neath velvet
i needta feel it
need to taste this
ambrosia
need to have you
deep inside

give me mine
don’t keep me
waiting
anticipating
the taste of you
the feel of you
the musk
the aura
the real
of you…

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The rhythm
in our motion

like music
on our skins

The heights
of euphoria

like the trembles
in the earth

The galore
of pleasures

like feathers
dancing
on our senses.

©️ Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó 2023

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The Valentine Notes IV

Galore of Pleasures was originally published in Intimately Intricate on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Somehow life gets better
when the only reflection
you see,
in those puddles,
in those glasses,
in those windows,
in those mirrors,
is you.

Not to worship yourself,
but to observe every inch
of your skin,
to expose your eyes,
your mind,
to your flaws.

The more flaws you see,
with the right light,
the stronger
your willing becomes
to fix yourself,
to mend every bend of yours,
to fill every gap of yours,
to enlighten every dimming part
of yours,
to draw your smile wider,
to grow more love in you,
to water the withered flower of yours,
to clean the dirt on you,
to sew the ripped clothes you’ve worn,
to change the broken glasses
you’ve put on for years.

Not so you can change
who you are,
but so you can accept
every side of yours,
so you can love you
as whole.

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Can I
take a sip

of this
sour heaven

till
I get a taste
of paradise?

Can I have
a serving
of this colourful magic

till I drown
in the lushness
of your divine chalice?

©️ Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó 2022

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• January
• The Valentine Notes IV

Divine Chalice was originally published in Intimately Intricate on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Words
crashing to a halt

Time,
seemed to stop

And everything else
blurred

Silence,
punctuated
by gasps
of uncontrolled delight

Euphoria;
as your body
contorts

in excitement,
pain, then pleasure.

©️ Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó 2022

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My Selection

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Inside these empty caverns of my mind
I dream of blissful sunshine
Sitting under the shade of a beautiful tree
I wish to remember every part of you as me,
even when it feels like everything is falling apart

Beginning from Nowhere again
Where will this path lead to?

As memories of peace, slip right off my fingertips
I wonder about the futility of it all
A thousand lovers stand in front of me
And I can confront no one but you

Maybe I smile knowing, that I will never be enough
Still feel complete when I stand beside you

Looking back, I never wondered
How I will sleep soundly in sweet whispers and rustling leaves on the night of this November

There isn’t much time left
Maybe soon it will be
the beginning of the end
My mind’s in its last glory days
And as time draws nearer
I crawl to the barrier
Until the point of no return

There must be a way, I hear you whisper
But my heart’s turned cold and there is no road left to turn

A thick fog closing in
And there will be no sun
Days will pass by and I’ll watch it all burn…

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Spread so thin, in shamed skin
Gutted.. in this world’s sin
The residuals of the pandemic — isolation, injustice, senseless murders, relationship pressures, deep childhood therapy and addiction, and …
doubt and dread…

Filled my head

Stuck in repeating cycles and mixed tapes
My head spinning, my fierceness raped
By weariness and fear
My inner goddess I hold so dear
Was left to flee and get lost

…in the atmosphere

I find moments of hope
Deep therapy work has helped me discover lots of clarity and awareness
But boy has it been h.a.r.d.
And oh how I have grown!
And I am utterly exhausted, t.i.r.e.d beyond belief

And praying for relief

I’ve fallen back and grown, been lost and found a million times
I’ve gone to the depths of despair
And then cleared my lungs again for air
The pandemic brought me down. but also cleared the way
If there is one thing I can say
The thing that brings me to my knees and pray

Is that I am 371 days sober today!

Changed in many ways
Swimming in residuals
Rise from the ground up

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