Friday, 23 September 2011
XCI: The déjà-vu experience of a second look
XCI: The déjà-vu experience of a second look: Batting her eyelids a thousand times, she pressed her warm lips against his. Still in the act, she peered through his eyes again after three...
XCI: The déjà-vu experience of a second look
XCI: The déjà-vu experience of a second look: Batting her eyelids a thousand times, she pressed her warm lips against his. Still in the act, she peered through his eyes again after three...
The déjà-vu experience of a second look
Batting her eyelids a thousand times, she pressed her warm lips against his. Still in the act, she peered through his eyes again after three seconds; this time, all she could see was innocence, embossed from his looks like the real word in solid form was protruded from beneath a china white. Prior to this she had admired his hair; she kept rolling some strands with her thumb and index fingers, like she would have loved to plait it. Actually when she picked them up, she intended to, but then, she saw another beauty in it. She saw his hair, as dark as used engine oil, looking oily but dry in texture. It was naturally coiled, and each coil of hairs was horizontally arranged line by line, like shrubs planted by a disciplined and hardworking igbo man on his plot of land.
She wished he had a teddy, a feature most ladies adore. With her right palm open, she used her thumb to move very slowly from the side of his head through his teddy-lane down his chin, and she gave a smirk of 'oh my gosh' with a side of her cheeks up; her eyes looked as though tears were abound, with one eyebrow up and the other down; thereafter the overwhelming look of admiration crept in.
She felt his chin affectionately, and before she knew it, she was already mouth-deep again into his, with her eyes closed, moving her head here and there. It was like there was a strip of strawberry-flavored lollipop that she kept sucking from his tongue - yeah, she was doing all the work, but she cared less though, especially for the fact that she was enjoying the french meal. As she pressed on, she carefully went for his right cheek, and something there sort of diverted her attention - soft, smooth. Her lips moved on there and she sucked them, like she wanted 'just a lil berry' from it. She went on and on like she would never see him again. She had waited for this kind of dude all her life, of which the last took a stroll to the skies eight years ten months ago. Now that explains why she's so intimate with him, Tayo.
The French meal went on, with Tayo doing nothing as usual. She gradually became fast-paced, with her heart pounding fast like a lady would have explained the state of her heart towards her man.
You possibly are wondering why Tayo would not want to return all the gestures. It's at this time that Tayo finally opens his mouth. She opens hers too, but hers is out of shock. She felt a drum roll in somewhere in her head. ACTION HEATED!
She kept at Tayo's lips. After some time she started acting as the dude, licking his body down to his abdomen with her tongue, back and forth three, maybe four times. There and then Tayo twitched; he raised his hands, but she kept at the meal like she wanted to enjoy every bit of it before she would soon be cut off.
Her fears became manifest just immediately as she went back deep in his mouth and unknowingly bit his upper lip. He let out a mild cry.
She hurriedly unfastened the very small ropes acting as the gates to her breast in just one pull and her nightie gave way in the middle. She tried placing Tayo on her laps, then let him down back and this time, removed her hands off the nightie letting it still be on her and at the same time making her look topless. It was then Tayo made an effort to stand to the breasts, and all he needed was her help, which she granted him access wholeheartedly. As he sucked through, all she felt going through her was love, passion, fulfillment and happiness because he was returning the gesture already. She closed her eyes and went lost in thought, of the pleasure she was deriving from it; of the fulfillment she could get and much more from this erotic session. Still with her eyes closed, she reached for his head and caressed it, muttering some words even Tayo could not hear and kissing his forehead. She returned to her fantasy land, of course with her eyes still closed.
'Sweetheart, what's wrong?'
She kept smiling to herself and lingered on in her fantasy.
'Sweetheart, what's wrong? Are you ok?'
It was then she realised he was talking to her.
"Yeah darling, I'm alright." She replied smiling. "Just some heat."
He was startled at the reason because he was literally shivering from the split unit air conditioning system in the room, but shoved it aside.
"Alright sweetheart." He turned to the other side of the bed. "Just wake me whenever you need my attention."
It was then she realised she needed something.
"Sweetheart please pass me a diaper from Tayo's shelf. I can't believe he's already messed up with poo..."
He turned back from his side of the bed, with him giving his dear wife a look like he wasn't expecting the request to arrive that early.
"Please, darling I'm breastfeeding Tayo!..."
She wished he had a teddy, a feature most ladies adore. With her right palm open, she used her thumb to move very slowly from the side of his head through his teddy-lane down his chin, and she gave a smirk of 'oh my gosh' with a side of her cheeks up; her eyes looked as though tears were abound, with one eyebrow up and the other down; thereafter the overwhelming look of admiration crept in.
She felt his chin affectionately, and before she knew it, she was already mouth-deep again into his, with her eyes closed, moving her head here and there. It was like there was a strip of strawberry-flavored lollipop that she kept sucking from his tongue - yeah, she was doing all the work, but she cared less though, especially for the fact that she was enjoying the french meal. As she pressed on, she carefully went for his right cheek, and something there sort of diverted her attention - soft, smooth. Her lips moved on there and she sucked them, like she wanted 'just a lil berry' from it. She went on and on like she would never see him again. She had waited for this kind of dude all her life, of which the last took a stroll to the skies eight years ten months ago. Now that explains why she's so intimate with him, Tayo.
The French meal went on, with Tayo doing nothing as usual. She gradually became fast-paced, with her heart pounding fast like a lady would have explained the state of her heart towards her man.
You possibly are wondering why Tayo would not want to return all the gestures. It's at this time that Tayo finally opens his mouth. She opens hers too, but hers is out of shock. She felt a drum roll in somewhere in her head. ACTION HEATED!
She kept at Tayo's lips. After some time she started acting as the dude, licking his body down to his abdomen with her tongue, back and forth three, maybe four times. There and then Tayo twitched; he raised his hands, but she kept at the meal like she wanted to enjoy every bit of it before she would soon be cut off.
Her fears became manifest just immediately as she went back deep in his mouth and unknowingly bit his upper lip. He let out a mild cry.
She hurriedly unfastened the very small ropes acting as the gates to her breast in just one pull and her nightie gave way in the middle. She tried placing Tayo on her laps, then let him down back and this time, removed her hands off the nightie letting it still be on her and at the same time making her look topless. It was then Tayo made an effort to stand to the breasts, and all he needed was her help, which she granted him access wholeheartedly. As he sucked through, all she felt going through her was love, passion, fulfillment and happiness because he was returning the gesture already. She closed her eyes and went lost in thought, of the pleasure she was deriving from it; of the fulfillment she could get and much more from this erotic session. Still with her eyes closed, she reached for his head and caressed it, muttering some words even Tayo could not hear and kissing his forehead. She returned to her fantasy land, of course with her eyes still closed.
'Sweetheart, what's wrong?'
She kept smiling to herself and lingered on in her fantasy.
'Sweetheart, what's wrong? Are you ok?'
It was then she realised he was talking to her.
"Yeah darling, I'm alright." She replied smiling. "Just some heat."
He was startled at the reason because he was literally shivering from the split unit air conditioning system in the room, but shoved it aside.
"Alright sweetheart." He turned to the other side of the bed. "Just wake me whenever you need my attention."
It was then she realised she needed something.
"Sweetheart please pass me a diaper from Tayo's shelf. I can't believe he's already messed up with poo..."
He turned back from his side of the bed, with him giving his dear wife a look like he wasn't expecting the request to arrive that early.
"Please, darling I'm breastfeeding Tayo!..."
Saturday, 10 September 2011
XCI: Timeout
XCI: Timeout: Sometimes it beats my imagination How we settle down, Thinking, analyzing, Justifying, Dissecting, managing; Setting objectives, Priori...
Timeout
Sometimes it beats my imagination
How we settle down,
Thinking, analyzing, Justifying,
Dissecting, managing;
Setting objectives,
Priorities, strategies, tactics;
And deny ourselves some benefits
-I mean, like 'do yourself a favour
And take a timeout'
Life isn't a fully analytical business meeting
Consisting of the best, who know every right move
Knowing when to honour the Knight, or seek the Bishop
Involving the King or adorning the Queen
Who to invite to the Castle or when to move the Pawns.
Wait a minute, take a chill pill;
Breathe out heavily, gaze it in the face.
That thing you've always loved to have,
That move you've always wanted to make
If you know you'd fall, get a mattress ready.
If you're going to be broke, buy that stuff.
Life isn't a bed of roses, true;
The thorns in 'em are inevitable anyway!
The noun accredited to living
Also spells risk: LIVE IT!
That's why you involve the Omniscient's mercy and grace
That's why you live life as it comes
It's why you hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
Dedicate a time, a day to your needs, your loves;
If it means being deprived, broke,
Make yourself the happiest.
How we settle down,
Thinking, analyzing, Justifying,
Dissecting, managing;
Setting objectives,
Priorities, strategies, tactics;
And deny ourselves some benefits
-I mean, like 'do yourself a favour
And take a timeout'
Life isn't a fully analytical business meeting
Consisting of the best, who know every right move
Knowing when to honour the Knight, or seek the Bishop
Involving the King or adorning the Queen
Who to invite to the Castle or when to move the Pawns.
Wait a minute, take a chill pill;
Breathe out heavily, gaze it in the face.
That thing you've always loved to have,
That move you've always wanted to make
If you know you'd fall, get a mattress ready.
If you're going to be broke, buy that stuff.
Life isn't a bed of roses, true;
The thorns in 'em are inevitable anyway!
The noun accredited to living
Also spells risk: LIVE IT!
That's why you involve the Omniscient's mercy and grace
That's why you live life as it comes
It's why you hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
Dedicate a time, a day to your needs, your loves;
If it means being deprived, broke,
Make yourself the happiest.
Friday, 9 September 2011
XCI: Que Sera, Sera
XCI: Que Sera, Sera: There was the boy, there was the girl He answered his father's name, she came from her mother's womb He grew to be tall, she grew to be fa...
Que Sera, Sera
There was the boy, there was the girl
He answered his father's name, she came from her mother's womb
He grew to be tall, she grew to be fair,
There was the lurking around of girls, there were pieces of notes in her bag.
He was searching, she was available
He donned the right clothes, she played with colours pretty
There was the swagger, there was the poise
Number one wrote all over him, number eight autographed on her.
He gave her his lines, she gave him her smiles
He built his talk with sugar, to her spine he sent cold shivers
He was simply irresistible, she had to please them both
He couldn't get sleeping, she couldn't stop talking.
He awoke from his slumber, she thought for a second
He began to have mixed feelings, she was neither here nor there
Acclaimed to be hot, adored to be alluring,
The apple of his eyes was eaten, her knight's shining armour was corroded.
He could take it no longer, she waited for the right time
He wanted to discard, she was a freedom fighter
He brought out his joker, she hastily gave him her red;
He wanted them to part, she said que sera, sera!
He answered his father's name, she came from her mother's womb
He grew to be tall, she grew to be fair,
There was the lurking around of girls, there were pieces of notes in her bag.
He was searching, she was available
He donned the right clothes, she played with colours pretty
There was the swagger, there was the poise
Number one wrote all over him, number eight autographed on her.
He gave her his lines, she gave him her smiles
He built his talk with sugar, to her spine he sent cold shivers
He was simply irresistible, she had to please them both
He couldn't get sleeping, she couldn't stop talking.
He awoke from his slumber, she thought for a second
He began to have mixed feelings, she was neither here nor there
Acclaimed to be hot, adored to be alluring,
The apple of his eyes was eaten, her knight's shining armour was corroded.
He could take it no longer, she waited for the right time
He wanted to discard, she was a freedom fighter
He brought out his joker, she hastily gave him her red;
He wanted them to part, she said que sera, sera!
XCI: Life's 4matics
XCI: Life's 4matics: The rolling nature of a sphere is the reason for its existence Where people change positions and positions change people, For avoidance of...
Life's 4matics
The rolling nature of a sphere is the reason for its existence
Where people change positions and positions change people,
For avoidance of staticism and allowance of dynamism,
The Grand Architect deemed it fit.
With perfect illumination on illustrations to blot out illusions,
The beauty and reality of life are shown;
That in it comes its 4matics,
Which are inevitable to man:
In this world, we are
Injected to witness
Selected to partake
Elected to undertake
Neglected to progress.
The heart of man should ache a billion times zero
Since the dynamism can be controlled by no hero
'Cos the sphere will still roll in our favour...
Where people change positions and positions change people,
For avoidance of staticism and allowance of dynamism,
The Grand Architect deemed it fit.
With perfect illumination on illustrations to blot out illusions,
The beauty and reality of life are shown;
That in it comes its 4matics,
Which are inevitable to man:
In this world, we are
Injected to witness
Selected to partake
Elected to undertake
Neglected to progress.
The heart of man should ache a billion times zero
Since the dynamism can be controlled by no hero
'Cos the sphere will still roll in our favour...
Life's 4matics
The rolling nature of a sphere is the reason for its existence
Where people change positions and positions change people,
For avoidance of staticism and allowance of dynamism,
The Grand Architect deemed it fit.
With perfect illumination on illustrations to blot out illusions,
The beauty and reality of life are shown;
That in it comes its 4matics,
Which are inevitable to man:
In this world, we are
Injected to witness
Selected to partake
Elected to undertake
Neglected to progress.
The heart of man should ache a billion times zero
Since the dynamism can be controlled by no hero
'Cos the sphere will still roll in our favour...
Where people change positions and positions change people,
For avoidance of staticism and allowance of dynamism,
The Grand Architect deemed it fit.
With perfect illumination on illustrations to blot out illusions,
The beauty and reality of life are shown;
That in it comes its 4matics,
Which are inevitable to man:
In this world, we are
Injected to witness
Selected to partake
Elected to undertake
Neglected to progress.
The heart of man should ache a billion times zero
Since the dynamism can be controlled by no hero
'Cos the sphere will still roll in our favour...
XCI: Miss Unity
XCI: Miss Unity: I find it nauseating to hear That in a being lies no perfection; Pleased I was when I came across her, Indeed, one has been made! She h...
XCI: Love's Sting
XCI: Love's Sting: Be careful of that time that may come When you are weak enough to haul a tanker at someone, When you are obedient enough to violate the pr...
Love's Sting
Be careful of that time that may come
When you are weak enough to haul a tanker at someone,
When you are obedient enough to violate the principles you stand for,
When you are fearful enough to plant a blade in someone,
When you are sane enough to walk with your head and think with your legs,
To call a death cliff comfort zone,
To call your destiny a destroyer,
To prefer a six feet to a six-by-six.
Love could be a nuisance
But certainly you must be the boss of your own emotions
Everyone falls flat; but still kissing the floor
Makes you a victim of stampede
Only one antidote is there to this nuisance,
Start again: I mean-it never happened!
When you are weak enough to haul a tanker at someone,
When you are obedient enough to violate the principles you stand for,
When you are fearful enough to plant a blade in someone,
When you are sane enough to walk with your head and think with your legs,
To call a death cliff comfort zone,
To call your destiny a destroyer,
To prefer a six feet to a six-by-six.
Love could be a nuisance
But certainly you must be the boss of your own emotions
Everyone falls flat; but still kissing the floor
Makes you a victim of stampede
Only one antidote is there to this nuisance,
Start again: I mean-it never happened!
This's Jayde Curlz, XCI.
The Extraordinary, Conspicuous and Inimitable,
The Wonderfully made and the one that's fully made,
The one who sees with silver eyes and glows in the dark,
Twenty four days a month, seven months a year, eighty nine years a century,
The world prepared for his coming, cos they knew his worth.
Situations in place, circumstances forseen;
Uniquely made-at least you all know he was clearly made!
Rumours went around, 'he was gracing their streets';
At the time, he was putting two and two together; he soon discovered their doubt.
They threw challenges at him, played life's tape for him-all to be sure,
Despite the odds, he pulled through and through, and they saw him true,
That he was just a simple obvious, too extraordinary to be ordinary, none of his kind,
They asked how he made it in life,
He simply smiled and pointed to the sky.
The Wonderfully made and the one that's fully made,
The one who sees with silver eyes and glows in the dark,
Twenty four days a month, seven months a year, eighty nine years a century,
The world prepared for his coming, cos they knew his worth.
Situations in place, circumstances forseen;
Uniquely made-at least you all know he was clearly made!
Rumours went around, 'he was gracing their streets';
At the time, he was putting two and two together; he soon discovered their doubt.
They threw challenges at him, played life's tape for him-all to be sure,
Despite the odds, he pulled through and through, and they saw him true,
That he was just a simple obvious, too extraordinary to be ordinary, none of his kind,
They asked how he made it in life,
He simply smiled and pointed to the sky.
1 and 8
One; a single bold entity
Firmly built in the ground
No one gives him a better salute
Than the one he gives himself.
One is all you see, up, down or sideways
He is all you get, within or without
Absolute precision are his values
Brief are his deeds.
Eight; a figure to behold
An egg sitting firmly on another
Naturally beautiful, physically endowed
From her womb is the earth.
A being after perfection
Made by the Omnipotent, agreed by the numericals
A new begining she is,
God's gift of creativity to mankind.
My twin, Frank, asked me for elaboration
On the one person-
-I looked him firmly in the eye, and poked his chest.
Then on the eight figure,
I stooped on the beach sand
With my index finger,
I drew a circle sitting firmly on another
He was just a step to understanding,
Until Patience hit him while running from the seawaves
And expected an apology from him.
Firmly built in the ground
No one gives him a better salute
Than the one he gives himself.
One is all you see, up, down or sideways
He is all you get, within or without
Absolute precision are his values
Brief are his deeds.
Eight; a figure to behold
An egg sitting firmly on another
Naturally beautiful, physically endowed
From her womb is the earth.
A being after perfection
Made by the Omnipotent, agreed by the numericals
A new begining she is,
God's gift of creativity to mankind.
My twin, Frank, asked me for elaboration
On the one person-
-I looked him firmly in the eye, and poked his chest.
Then on the eight figure,
I stooped on the beach sand
With my index finger,
I drew a circle sitting firmly on another
He was just a step to understanding,
Until Patience hit him while running from the seawaves
And expected an apology from him.
One; a single bold entity
Firmly built in the ground
No one gives him a better salute
Than the one he gives himself.
One is all you see, up, down or sideways
He is all you get, within or without
Absolute precision are his values
Brief are his deeds.
Eight; a figure to behold
An egg sitting firmly on another
Naturally beautiful, physically endowed
From her womb is the earth.
A being after perfection
Made by the Omnipotent, agreed by the numericals
A new begining she is,
God's gift of creativity to mankind.
My twin, Frank, asked me for elaboration
On the one person-
-I looked him firmly in the eye, and poked his chest.
Then on the eight figure,
I stooped on the beach sand
With my index finger,
I drew a circle sitting firmly on another
He was just a step to understanding,
Until Patience hit him while running from the seawaves
And expected an apology from him.
Firmly built in the ground
No one gives him a better salute
Than the one he gives himself.
One is all you see, up, down or sideways
He is all you get, within or without
Absolute precision are his values
Brief are his deeds.
Eight; a figure to behold
An egg sitting firmly on another
Naturally beautiful, physically endowed
From her womb is the earth.
A being after perfection
Made by the Omnipotent, agreed by the numericals
A new begining she is,
God's gift of creativity to mankind.
My twin, Frank, asked me for elaboration
On the one person-
-I looked him firmly in the eye, and poked his chest.
Then on the eight figure,
I stooped on the beach sand
With my index finger,
I drew a circle sitting firmly on another
He was just a step to understanding,
Until Patience hit him while running from the seawaves
And expected an apology from him.
Miss Unity
I find it nauseating to hear
That in a being lies no perfection;
Pleased I was when I came across her,
Indeed, one has been made!
She has an Indian hair,
With a Spanish face,
With the body of a Jamaican,
And a Polished set of nails.
She answered an English name,
And spoke with a British accent;
She showed me that her heart was Samarittan,
And that her power was American.
Her gold was Ghanian,
Her furniture, Ivorian;
The tea she drank was Chinese,
So she said as she stuck a Cuban cigar to her mouth.
Her car was German;
She walked with Italian shoes;
She looked at her Swiss watch,
And made a call with her Finnish phone.
She placed an order for Irish potatoes,
And beef from Namibia;
She shared her Danish cookies with me,
As she placed an order for a French wine.
I've never seen this kind of perfection;
I'l take her down the aisle;
I can share her with anyone; I'm not selfish;
Unity. Her name, is Unity.
That in a being lies no perfection;
Pleased I was when I came across her,
Indeed, one has been made!
She has an Indian hair,
With a Spanish face,
With the body of a Jamaican,
And a Polished set of nails.
She answered an English name,
And spoke with a British accent;
She showed me that her heart was Samarittan,
And that her power was American.
Her gold was Ghanian,
Her furniture, Ivorian;
The tea she drank was Chinese,
So she said as she stuck a Cuban cigar to her mouth.
Her car was German;
She walked with Italian shoes;
She looked at her Swiss watch,
And made a call with her Finnish phone.
She placed an order for Irish potatoes,
And beef from Namibia;
She shared her Danish cookies with me,
As she placed an order for a French wine.
I've never seen this kind of perfection;
I'l take her down the aisle;
I can share her with anyone; I'm not selfish;
Unity. Her name, is Unity.
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