She wears an ankh on her chest.
She’s a Nubian superwoman.
Melanin is the source of her super powers.
Her third eye gazes into my penial gland.
Sapiosexual seductive allure.
Lips of African coco-mango-brown sugar.
And lips of black rose-ebony-honey-yoni goodness.
I want to kiss both.
Taste her and taste her.
Lord forgive me for I want to be baptised in the wetness of her intellect. Slide deep inside her chakras.
Cause her third eye to roll backwards. Give her a mindgasm.
She wears the eye of Horus on her arm. Inked.
Egyptian goddess wearing Egyptian Goddess symbol.
Her figure is pyramid architecture design.
A wonder of this world.
Not of this world.
She makes my mind erect.
Causes my body to think.
So here’s my new story. Its one where you get involved and decide what happens. At the end of each chapter you can vote on the three options that present themselves to the main character. Voting lasts for 4 days. The option with the most votes is where the story goes next. It’s your call, it’s your story – you decided.
Opportunity Knocks – pt 1
Nkechi pushed her key into the door and stumbled into her flat which opened its arms and blanketed her in a cosy warm embrace. It was Friday and she was glad and amazed she had made it through the week as the 9-5 plantation was working her name was Kizzy. 5 business presentations, 4 networking events, 3 business lunches, 2 new projects to start and what felt like 1,000 meetings; she loved working in media but demanding was not the word for her job.
She dropped her handbag and kicked off her black Kurt Geiger shoes as she relished in the relief of being in her newly acquired flat. It had been only been 1 week since she moved in and while it was new and still needed work, if felt familiar and comforting. As she walked along the hall way she pulled her white fitted shirt out her black pencil skirt and undid the buttons. She walked passed the full length mirror and caught a glimpse of her side profile. She smiled to herself as she could now see why Mabel was teasing her about trying to give the men in the office whiplash. Her fitted Zara skirt did somehow make her ample behind seem even more so, it was like a booty wonderbra. She burst out loud at her own silliness and wondered into her living room. Continue reading →
Not that England actually had a summer, but the ‘summer’ does seem to be over. We are now left facing the sad and depressing reality we have 6-8 months of even more rain, dark mornings, cold and possible snow. It’s on days like this (especially when we have to go to work) that we need a duvet day. So, I dedicate this poem to those that indulge in a duvet day …
The wind whistles pass our window
Howls as it twists branches strips. Dem of leaves
Twirls around huddled bodies making their way to work
Wraps them in harsh words of coldness
They taste the gray skies
It’s thick heavy flavour is bitter
Rain wipes skin with wet lashes
Soaks dreams of hope
Chill factor -2
Raucous icy laughter
Envelopes disgruntled commuters long faces
The faces that walk the streets
And we …
We lay still
Enclosed in a silent tornado of want
Blown away to our place of us
Kiss until we create tropical heat
Humidity of lust
The sunshine of our passion is hot
We perspire desire
Warm mouths commute
explore body landscapes
Moans as soft and light as summer breeze
Float in the air
We taste bountiful fruits
Colour our taste buds with each others goodness
Wear sunshine smiles
As we travel to the place of us
Our journey starts when we decide to have a duvet day …
I exploded from deep silent slumber
Jolted awake by full body tensing
Your warm mouth around my hardness
Throw my head backwards into my pillow
Heartbeat pounding in my chest
You lick me off slow
As I melt
Nerves sparkle with after shock sensations
I tune in to her frequency
She slows it down
Cranks me up
Sits on my rhythm
Her groove is a harmony
Slide into her tempo
Makes my senses sing
I Moan basslines
Soft suck on her sound
Kiss on her late night pleasures
taste the sweetness of her melody
Let its juices dribble down my chin
I can see her sounds
touch her music
Sink in slow
Let her ride my rhythm
Until she orgasms
She is my Lady of Soul