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This person desires somebody....but this person cannot get the person. Be careful. Disclaimer: you may find my poems offensive. I have an obsession I can't give in to, I'm venting and dumping it here.
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FANTASY
#poetry photo credit,,,, Pinterest Here comes the crazing for the fair skinned Med guy. You know him. The only one for GS Lecturers. By that time I doubled or tripled glutes. Don't know what will bring this to happen. Our class should have a game tournament. A sports shirt bearing his name. I will wear. He should wear mine. Girls and guys will talk of course. There should be a meeting in a secret place. There should be talking In whispers, sultry enough. There should be an indecisiveness. Per...
PASCHAL
#poetry photo credit,,,,,, Pinterest The day I managed to greet him, Oh! How lovely it was for me. I thought he would want to strike up something more, But it didn't happen as such. Just the abrupt normal guy's greeting. I've always wanted his attention, Wonder if I'll get it one day. Maybe after good luck, it will be me. Well, that may never happen. Now, no pink lips, but black. No fair skin, but greyey and cold. No glistening, but dullness and calmness. But I love it, that way. It couldn'...
ENERGY TRANSFER
HelloNircle photo credit,,,, Pinterest Why write all of this? What's the point? No one sees or cares. Even if they do, What's the point? Energy cannot be created or destroyed. They can be transferred one to another. As a sensitive being, Always attracting energies, I hold onto myself, Giving no room for those energies. They want to finish me off. I have to save myself. Turning my cravings to words, Not telling them face to face, But face to the world. They will see, but later. A year, two, ...
ARONU
#poetry photo credit,,,,, Pinterest This type is usually named after the said person. 7th of December, DevFest or whatever it is. Pink lips, I mean pink lower lip. Preferably deep pink, vermilion. Beautiful smile, Captivating and charming. Clad in white, A golden point on the neckline. Traditionals And a desire to dress properly. He was speaking, I was fantasizing. Say we were in his office And a lot went on. A CEO, a co-founder, A fruit I may never eat. With doctors as siblings, Smartness ...
CODE IS SAUCE
#poetry photo credit,,,,, Pinterest With that ominous emoji, Bombastic side-eye, Sultry, flimsy, calling. He cooks but not food, Black braids in an all-back, Fair skin, and a glimmering senator, Pleating and reflecting light to taste. A metamask sculpt and a metamask smile, A smile so crypt, I thought the skin was gonna break, To WhatsApp profile, A fair thigh, Clad on black, Attention was captured, Eyes trailed to back, And no glutes unfold, Or hidden they were, I couldn't notice. My thou...
Gideon Of GO
#poetry photo credit,,,, Pinterest Didn't get the visuals correctly— A portrait was all I could afford. He codes here and there, a knowing; He has a future in tech, he affirmed. Funny how it was at DevFest of '24— Couldn't have missed it, Would have regretted a great deal. Gideon, his name. Varsity student, Gray skinned, Maybe lightning contributed. Said he is quiet, an introvert, But extrovert with his friends and whatnot. Said they call him proud, and arrogant. He looks like a baby. I...
VERMILION
#poetry photo credit,,,,, Pinterest Why do most tech bros have pink lips? Is it a tradition? Is it natural? Do they apply things to make it so? It doesn’t matter whichever way it’s gotten, But the hell! It is attractive— So calling, so arousing, so breaking. Different speakers coming up, It seems all the pink lips were specially designed for tech bros. I saw those that felt soft, Some felt harmattan-clasped, Some crisp and crunchy, Some bubble and supple—damn! How on earth do you e...
The Firsts.
#poetry Photo credit,,,,, Pinterest I'm losing words to express this. It will be the first of its kind, a long one. My milk was mouthed twice, not swallowed. That long, chocolate-shafted, pink-capped matter. Moistened, softened, moisturized, worshipped. Once, then, he couldn't have enough, so twice. My first, my very first. He should consider it a gift. Or he shouldn't, I spoilt him? His choice. He asked for it. He wasn't satisfied. My very first "fuck you" was in his wormhole. A non-rosebud...
Long Nights.
#poetry photo credit,,,,, Pinterest Who was lying on the bed? Whose members were rioting? Flaccidity turned turgidity. Cavernosa filled with blood. Egwu anaghị atụ afọ ojiri buru ụzọ. Areola beds dancing rakshaka Thoughts turn tornado, Move your hands. Desires overcome will, Touch those points. Anger turned pleasure, Wanting and needing. Time ticking slowly, Night elongating. For future's sake, I'll hold on. Weary, but I stand strong. I laid on the bed, Thinking how heavenly it us...
In Pain. Things We See.
#poetry photo credit,,,,, Pinterest On Red, Lakers and Hostel, Was cooking or so, Of a sudden, a thickness beyond comprehension, From the bathroom in all his glory, A throbbing, the adipose doing its duties. I wasn't spared, Was hypnotized, or whatever. We glared and stared, Eyes locking together. I paused and spaced, Time running everly. A connection, an interlock, Sensitivity awakened. Fast on my heels, Out on the corridor, Like a script, We both fused and stared. Majestic, his steps, Rhy...
Caesar.
#poetry photo credit,,,,,,, Pinterest Give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar! What if I desire what belongs to Caesar? If a human exudes coldness and blueness, Caesar is the exact definition of it then. Cutsy in steps, poise and grace. So much aura, Exuberance personified. Not seen his body, Need not see it though. He seems crafted on Sunday, Perfection or... His face is iconically sculpted, His pores closed up, Sebum minimal. Cold but warm, Once we spoke, I lost myself. I crushed...
Goodluck
#poetry photo credit ,,,,, Pinterest JimBazz was first. I stared into the oceanic eyes. Marvelled, I turned away. Artistic edifice. I pass. Couldn't read anything from his own look. Didn't seem to suggest sultries or pass a charge. For me, it was a no-go area. I pass again. I came late. Unexpectedly. Fair to say, right? Door was shut. We had to wait and pray. Eventually, grace fell from the heavens. Inside, we found ourselves. Chem practical is a go. Not my fantasy, but he came close. The...
Depression
#poetry photo credit,,,,, Pinterest It's called depression for a reason. From an angle of elevation to an angle of descent, depression becomes. It subdues you, strips away your sense of self. Depression depreciates you—slowly, silently. It leaves you unproductive, lonely, and downcast, Doubting every fragment of your worth. Sometimes, intrusive thoughts creep in, Societal, even sordid, igniting a storm within. Hormones flare; impulses rise, And suddenly, you're doing things you never imag...
Akerejola
#poetry photo credit ,,,,, Pinterest His name was Douglas Paul In attendance at the same Primary school. It wasn't just me and him. It was me and his older brother too. God's power, He goes by that name. I love feeling his pectorals. He seems to like it too. He allows it beaming with smiles He stares, it feels butterflies escape. I have started to understand possession. 'Said his brother likes me. He spends time thinking about me. Said he fantasizes about me. That he talks about me in his ...
Chimuanya
#poetry photo credit ,,,,, Pinterest He said, I'm too cute. Why would I be so cute? He said, I'm so sultry. He said, I need to be laid. Asked me to swim with him. Turns out, it isn't only him. Scared, yes! I was. I thought of being ripped. I was so scared, I was shouting. Passing the school block, I found us alone. He smiled treacherously and gripped my hand. He said, he will enter me in the most erotic way. He dragged me to the bush beside, didn't happen eventually.
Military Police
#poetry photo credit,,,, Pinterest When I went to barb, he cleared the bills. He was in there when I came in, all serious. I looked up in timidity, he braced up Flashing my not-so-sparkling dentition, I smiled, His eyes sparkled, he smiled back Even after 4, he's still breathtaking Gallant and galloping, sexy as he should be. Supple lips and pining eyes, there's always something about his stare at me. A night, imma gonna re-lieve with forever. Late from shop, temptation, abound...tired l...
Dante
#poetry photo credit,,,, Pinterest My thigh was touching his, My thoughts wandering far away, My faculties all ablaze, My infatuation drawn to his brilliance. Dark-skinned and booty-graced, Many machos seem to butt it all up. Take your spectacles off, Look into my brown eyes, Palpate my snatched waist, Massage my lumborum, fell 'em psoas, Allow me to do what I know to do best, Let me feel your maxes and minimals, Imma snatch not bulk, Imma get myself all fit, Imma walk aggres...
Doctors for Bed
#poetry photo credit,,,,, Pinterest Silky Skin, flat-like basin shaped lips Tingly voice, deep and throaty, height appraising Steeze and calmness, glasses point out Brains and appearance, appealing and relaxing Thought of a hospital, patients arriving Emergencies and sections, Doctor is throbbing Patients in pain, pleasure may come Doctor is for healing, No, this Doctor is for bed Talk to him or keep mute, something good or not He looked at me and asked for nothing else but Mirinda Pineapp...
Me?
#poetry photo credit,,,,, Pinterest Tease me, run me Ride me, pain me Feel me, rush me Glide me, slide me Hold me, smooch me Taste me, spank you Loosen up, stare me Face me, smile me Let me hold you Clasp you within Path the way down Dump you slowly Push the beds end Turn the lights off Kiss you goodnight Cuddle in my arm now.
Black and sleek
#poetry photo credit,, Pinterest He's dark, melanonated, A king and a knight Last resort or whatever you call it A heart and a brain 3rd year, not when we met A cook and a model His heart lies not with me In want and in plenty A friend too good for me The trio and the bed space A night, not always we share In hunger and in fatigue, Yam and sauce, that's what we get Foolishness or wisdom, A “shush” that we deserve At night with a zaddy, A tear that's what we heard A grin, ripples of l...
Creepy Numbers
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest Was he not passing? I was washing Pink and black, contours seen Sexy as fuck, the least I know Spot on red vermillion, lunging not walking Adding up to his demeanor, define demure An investor-like face, zaddy vibes But submission’s his thing, my turn-on I was in conflict, me, myself and I Do you think I can approach him? I was dared, I am proud Ego won, I opened my buccal cavity Called out unto him, he was stunned Didn't know this, but he mentioned it...
Thabiso
#poetry photo credit:: Pinterest In heat, from Facebook Copied and pasted, clicked and chatting Pestered for videos, subtly declined Clingy at first sight, withdrew later on Thought he was ugly, now proven wrong His face was appealing, a Greek god and more A nose that was calling, and lips undefined His smile was appalling, his hat did the trick Musician, basketballer, a talent so defined A pure and a loving, a heart rare to find I love, understatement, I can't find the words Thabiso Oh Th...
Brown Irony
#poetry photo credit Pinterest His skin defies caramel. Milk suits the description. His shape commands the eyes. Not Sablier, but sure tasty. His voice, like crystal, is clear. Cymbals and a touch of bass. His thoughts were clear as a monk. Zen may fit it more. My knack for crackings untold. I felt and surrounded the skin. Control, I held myself. He vibed and rolled with me. A day we sat and talked. Skin to skin, my nerves were calmed. A bridge my arms did form. Charges could ...
Dum-ebi
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest 17 and I met him, A weird call but fused. Five random questions and a spark, Flowing chats all arose. Pink singlets and black undies, Sexy and sensual, he sensed. Honesty and vulnerability, A solace and a bosom. Spill the tea and lock the secrets, Boys n' boys, chats unfold. On fire and by thunder, A blazing burning furnace. Hairs adorn his face, Maturity chasing after him. He is my baby, He looks not a baby. In and out questions were thrown. Out of...
Unprecedented Desires
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest Sitting, I was sitting Phone in hand, I was pressing Looking, I gazed from left to right Thinking, I just made a mistake Why wasn't I looking straight ahead? Why must I be startled by that? Why should a guy whine with such aesthetics? Why is the waist so tiny? Why does it feel like there's no psoas? Why are his gluteuses not firm but bouncing? Why is it so rhythmical? Questions unanswered Summoned off my seat, my desires on fire I stood hands akimbo, only s...
Remembrance
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest Like a sting From within, Ripples abrading, Gates opening Back in the lane I left unclean, To veil in the feelings Opportunities unclaimed. He danced in our desires, Future unthought. We squeezed, we laughed, And joked and smooched In house, on bed, Latching on the wall. I flew, he moaned, Pushing on the wall. I covered, adjusted Yellow sheets on my shorts. Oh Randy! My Furry! My name was Belling. As swift as gazelle I ran down the stairs. “E me ka,” or...
…Haunting Desires
photo credit::Pinterest When I sit down sometimes, I wonder how I got here. The first time I held something so heavy, It left an indelible mark—an escapade. I never seem to finish what I start. Now, thinking about it, I feel sorry for him. I made him burn with desire, only to run from the fire. I can't say he loves me, but he loved my body. I can't say I loved him, but I cherished his form. He was easygoing, no rush, no toxicity. Even now, I miss him; we've lost contact, nothing remains. I...
Distancial Cravings
photo credit :: Pinterest You can't fathom how much erotic it was Subtly sultry infusing emotions faked out Made him go on fire, thinking of how to cool A man did, ‘thought a woman did, cat instead of dog If he discovers, he may curse, fume and rage My care's not about that, my care isn't about anything But he saw me, whatsApp takes the credit No flinch, no flicker, thrills and astonished ‘Said he needs me to come over, don't ask “what?” It is what you think it is, escapades, satia...
Overstepping boundaries…
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest Looking into my eyes without a flinch He's my boss, I don't expect less Bracing up, quickened breaths, a stare He opened his outlined contraction of a buccal cavity Saying he needed me to do the tutoring My heart raced, not for his demeanor or comeliness Complex, complicated…the universe has its way of sending ‘em my way You'll handle it for me, he muffled as though he's beatboxing I screeched my digits, exhaled and assured him Shaking his head, reiterati...
…Those Legs…
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest Chocolate and caramel Brown, oiled and hairy Sultry, calling and bubble Palpable, arousing, all there is The kind meant for ladies They said a guy shouldn't have ‘Didn’t know ‘twas that seductive Only saw it in the images Clasped together like elongated hotdogs Looking like peppered microwaved bacon Stifling to think that men were held bound Oglings on the rise, old dogs in heat
A Team That Is Super, iykyk
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest I know it when I see it I connected immediately Clean cut hair, fair skin A co-founder, me-greed He's gonna wait till I grow Delusional, I always am Nicely carved and to the sides Sparkling and glistening, soothing I must touch, only tactiles ‘ll tell A 100 and 1 ways to do it One thing with my brain To haggle at the unimportant stuff A picture, he asked me to love him A trance, I denied his request, strongly A dream, he said he's not gonna give up A play...
Hunger
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest I called him daddy, he said he's my zaddy I blew him a kiss, he caught it up rising I shot him a smile, he curled up his lips I tapped at the bottle, and licked at my fingers He arched on the sofa and straightened himself I am stubborn, very stubborn, I like ‘em submissive Stubborn ones are the sweetest, it turns’ut t'be ma expertise He growled in anger and flushed so pink I flexed my hips so thankful I always worked my iliopsoas He furrowed his lashes s...
Heartburns
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest I've been through pain You've been through it right? We need that soul that knows That will understand and empathize That can accept our imperfections That can allow us to be vulnerable We don't need to sit tight all the while Cross our legs and act all professional Cuddle to a corner and act all self righteous We need to soar, to swim, to fly and to roar We want to snub too, feel wanted, feel loved We also want to be cuddled, to be kissed and patted Come...
Arousal
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest You're hiding something, but I don't want to see it The more you hide, the more the tease, the more You seem to not have gotten enough, get ‘em The more snatched the more circling, the more… You want more slope, get ‘em, the more slope… I trailed my digits on your abdominal rectus You corrected, you said it's abs I like them chiseled, you got ‘em I love steep slopes and a blown balloon...peach You got ‘em, just about anything I want I said “No...
Hot
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest From my age of consent I knew what I wanted Redefining the status quo for a bodily outline A figure eight as it was called, an hourglass I fancied slopes, exalting the S-curves of vertebrae Maximal, medial and minimal curves were priority Shred my oblique external sheath and coverings Transverse stretches aren't all bad after all My abdomen gonna cry out in pain and appraisal They're joined but not really, a silent P and a soar A cusp on a wing, snatch my wa...
Kill Me, Heal Me
#poetry Sometimes, you can die without death You can be killed without dieing No matter how much you're sliced You will be wanting more Pain and pleasure, slicing opposites He said distance is not a barrier I don't have such a courage inside I want him but I can't move it Sablier inspires his Shape and outline A bit of anatomical terms, would you? Sweat and water mixed and sweetening Desires like fire flaming as a furnace
Recalling Desires
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest He looked at me, smiling wryly Looked at his door and walked away I don't know what drove me But I still entered, I entered but what next? I sat beside the bed, resting on his laps Fast forward… I came down my stairs, ascending his is stairs I knocked with fear. I was trembling, sweating He answered, I opened, I hugged him, scared He pinned me to the wall, I circled that waist I lost myself there and then, mutterings You've got a big bunda, I remember my e...
Sustenance
#poetry photo credit::Pinterest They asked, how do you write these? Furrowing their lashes, arching their brows Tilting lips, wagging digits, glaring at me The answer I will give will be the least they expect I sure know that for a split second, they'll blank out I rolled my tongue over my lips, arched by back And got my shoulders high. Took a deep breath Felt my brows, tapped both lashes together Imitated playing a piano expertly, paced a bit I write when I am consumed by desires You me...
sToni aLamA
#poetry photo credit : : Pinterest A cold email? No, I'm scared he may find out. He's my boss, why is he so cute? Why's it so full? Why would you be so dark but with a lip so pink? Don't you know that's attractive? And now you're smiling… I'm not a stone. I wanna cry. And you're still smiling... I want to keep writing and keep venting… Why me? Why do I always meet cute men? My boss or the money? The money!!! I don't want to lose that job... We have not met in flesh and blood… It was ...
Restless desire
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest I'm feeling down again it's not hard just call them,but I won't my body feels like it should be palpated I'll just click on my phone and I have what I want but I can't do it. It seems like a cage like I have been tied to it a place where I can never know rest I can never have my peace I can never feel safe from my desires I only need to install WhatsApp I already have it installed I just need to formulate a number I'll be xes caming, but I won't,...
