The Love Post
Feb 23rd
Sometimes I write about love just the thing most humans seek for and those times I think I really have found THE LOVE and that nothing can really end this THE LOVE. I write about it not because am a sucker… ok I am a sucker but still that is not why I write . I write because it is therapeutic. It heals me every time I need to remember how to be single again especially because it always is nipped at the budd just when the cuddly feeling starts to envelope you. That moment you realise the economic status of this elusive emotion is down to negative and the person on the recieveing end no longer feels like you do, that moment when it hits you, that you are alone in this court and you are just bouncing the ball.
I write about love to preempt my expecations and get in touch with the reality that novel romance is just that novel and doesn’t have a place in our world. I write about love hoping that someday I will get rid of feeling the sickening feeling that almost makes you gag in happiness and I will live life more reckless. That I will kiss an object of my desire in the form of a man and I will allow myself to be spoilt by all those who offer. That, random sex will be easy and so will threesomes and house parties and pool parties
I write about love to love so I can find out how to free myself and start engaging in emotions far from it’s vicinity. This emotion has killed many and broken too many a homes. Love for money and good head love for a lavish lifestyle or any style will do… just love, the primal need of belonging
So I will stop writing about Love as soon as I know how to conquer it for with every love post I leave a part of me on screen and still it sticks on me and so I trudge on hoping to dump all this love onto someone who’ll help me carry this load. Am not an addicted Love-r just that Love is that emotion you want to share till it’s over but yet again there still is some for everyone.
Love is such work, more than most.
AmAShark
Feb 22nd
Meshack,
that’s what they called the shark
stripped naked stark
they swum next to him,
They liked him less
less than any other stark shark
that stuck a fin up their rucks
and somewhat brought to the fore their fiend
the foe
Meshack
chucked his blind eye on them
leaning back so they could kill him
they didn’t
he ate them as they got closer
too blinded by their rage to see that
he was playing them
Meshack
Licked Lips
Oct 2nd
Ever like someone for the way the licked their lips….:-)
Licking like it’s a ritual
Fascinating you with the dance
of the tongue across the lower lip
upper lip arched in a secret smile
waiting patiently
for its turn
the subtle moves of the tongue
throw the whole of me into a trance
as I watch him
s.p.e.a.k to me
watch the curl of his lips
sensual lips
as he forms words
then licks them
I wish I can hear what he’s saying
though am standing so close
watching him lick them
Morning Glory!
Sep 21st
Am thankful
gratitude courses through my sleepy state body
rocking it with involuntary shivers
am alive!
Maybe I should toast to that.
Better yet,
make a random call n make somebody’s day
aaahhh
maybe I should just get married
and get randy on tuesday morning
maybe I should do a jig
a mental jig just before am fully roused.
Or should I tease my smell sense
entertain thoughts of food
toy with the thought of breakfast in bed
what should I do to celebrate?
Whatever I choose to do,
I should have Morning Glory
am alive!
Gratitude poem
Sep 12th
I say “I don’t know what to say.”
You smile,hug and say “You don’t have to say anything.”
If I don’t need to say anything
Why then do I feel the need to keep talking?
Try and find words to truly let you know what’s inside
Why then do I keep scratching my head?
Try to stop the move of my lips
As they keep on and on and on
About how grateful I am
Why then do I stop,
Talking?
But find it suffocating enough to kill
And so my lips part
Allow what’s inside to depart
Searching and using all words in mind
Of what’s truly inside
Why then do I smile stupidly?
As I babble away try to make comprehensive
The jumble of words that flow out of my mouth
A mirror to the emotion evoked by your deed
Please allow me to try make you understand
What it truly means what you’ve done for me
Please allow me to say thank you
The only way I know how