Thursday, 30 January 2014

21st century Eve

(Thy Tempest)
    On a windy night
Comes he with a steamy might

With a body made only for a goddess
I blow hot air slowly through panting lips...longing for his sweet caress
Trying hard to resist, this sinful hot body, trying to desist
But every line, nerve in my body wants him and persists
My clad breast rise and fall with a deepened need
My hair falls over my shoulder with a shudder,my desire kneads 
He is a ‘he’ I shouldn’t have….
A he with a staedy half...
"Give yourself a break with what you shouldn’t have” rolled the blue eyed demon inside my head,  with horns and a fiery fork
“Yes you shouldn’t” whispered the angel on the other end,
But here I stand, before him,
At his touch, goose bumps ride all over my skin,
His fingers to mine feels like kins,
As the breeze blows my dress it billows,
His gaze narrows,
Me I swallow,
A silent gulp.
He has at home….another
But I’m not bothered,
Can’t even remember ….is it Racheal, Tricia, Anita or Bernedicta?
I bite the apple…his tongue wet my lips
I moaned…oh what wetness!
The angel in my head screamed, “You just an Eve!”
The devil calmly replied, “Yes she's an Eve…but wouldn’t be the first, just one of the twenty-first century”
Before he could finish, my dress falls around my feet….
I stood as the first woman once did…naked!

They think I’m Adam?
Oh no! I am Nathan, your regular hominin Neanderthal
The woman in my loins beckons,
Before me she stands like the golden queen always to be reckoned
The woman in my heart calls….
Her last words as my car hit the gravel forms,
“Nathan, drive carefully,” she bade me farewell as I zoomed off on an assumed trip
Her words in my head, another’s face nonetheless
A quick trip around the city
In my kinky state I exceeded the limits
My car dumped, another hopped
Straight back to the city gates I drove unstopped
Brought me back just next door to this jolly Miss
Under the very nose of my own Mrs
Two steps forward took me in,
To her alcove we playfully called our sexual ‘sinnk’
She bit the apple
My tongue wet her lips
She moaned….what wetness!
My body alive to her sultry looks
Deftly her hands worked around me in a sensual tease
My body alive to her undeniable expertise
And now her I stand, naked!
She is a “she” I shouldn’t have
A classic twenty-first century Eve I couldn’t unlatch!


( Thy Tempest is an amazing lady with a large heart. she spits rhymes as she expresses life's ways and wails. You can follow her on-

The Flip Side of Memory

Black and Brown; the only colours of suit.

It’s my final and major stage of interview after the innumerable series of minis going through the chimney. I’m standing in the largest of offices, five seconds gone by still no words uttered.

Suddenly a motion of arms directing me to the far corner of the room.

I take my seat on the plum chair, sitting straight and poised as every proper lady should.

Looking straight at Francis Dubois, the CEO of a French Conglomerate, wishing for a minute I had his chair and title.

“Impress me,” he said finally in a heavily accented drawl.

Je veux avoir des relations sexuelles avec vous sur la table,” I blurted the first French words that came to mind.

Shock. Bewilderment. Several expressions crossed his svelte face. Then he pressed the bell that ushered in the lady in red. This time he didn’t even gesture he only bellowed…”out”!

(The third word I heard him utter all morning).

The lady in red sprang into action and led me all the way to the ground floor reception. A quick and somewhat shameful dismissal despite my arduous preparations.

(Sighs)…I’m back on the street barely twenty minutes after my first sign-in(g).

Then amidst the chatter of all the passers-by, realisation struck!

It dawned on me that I remembered the wrong French words!

He smiled. She smiled.

It’s their first night cap after a thousand cancelled

Wine & Music, maybe a little strip-tease

He’s 35 today; some six months after their ‘intro’ and six months to their ‘main day’

He’s head over heels in love with the most decent and hardworking of ladies

A near virgin at thirty, (except for the one time she was raped at twenty)

He knows she’s asked them to wait till the ‘D-day’ but they already had the ‘pre-day’

She is his now before a few family and friends. She will be his soon before God and a few priests. So….maybe just a little sample before the golden ring?

Ever so gently and sensuously he placed the first kiss,

Near her lobe somewhere in between coherence and ecstasy…

He touched her very core and drank of her sweet nectar

On and on it went then she called out in the throes of passion….”Dambasky! Dambasky! My Dambasky”

Shock. Bewilderment. Several expressions crossed his svelte face.

She called out the wrong name, only it was not an unfamiliar one but his uncle’s pet name!

(writer's note- The French words, "Je veux avoir des relations sexuelles avec vous sur la table" actually translate in English, "I want to have sex with you on the table").

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Ms Dynasty Boateng

He took a gentle turn into the beautifully lawned street as usual, a leisure drive round the playgrounds. Diamond lane, Rockview estate, Dewpoint park...all the while wondering why he had to keep the engine idling. It was almost like parking still. He can’t even do a 20, in this powerfully built fast sexy Aston Martin DB9 Volante (convertible model) with V12 engine that 80 is so healthy...

'You are going beyond the mark, Mark!' he heard her say. Of course he is burning to drive!!!
A quick look in the mirror matched two pair of eyes. One stern (hers), the other offering a gentle smile. He wondered again why he had to continue with such ritual.
But looking at her again sideways, he understood why...he would do anything for her, drive her a hundred miles nonstop if she so wishes.
She's looking straight out the window, peering at the little girls as they exchange their dolls, watching the boys poke at them.
The park is always filled with children, little adorable angels. He watched as the cold in her eyes transformed into pure gladness. This is the one place in the world she always craves to be. 

Dawn, noon, sunset...just a leisurely drive round the parks. Many a beautiful gifts she's wrapped sitting idly in the house cos she never brings them out. 
'The kids are rich enough,' she'd say. 
She'd give them all to me to do as I please. Yet she poured over books looking for nice things to order. Matching sets of dolls and balls, trains and games...classic and latest. She buys them all but loses the heart to give them out.

Today, as they go, he sees the usual thick towel in her mitted hands, same old worn brown towel. Must be her favourite colour. She's smiling and mopping the tears as they streak down her weathered face.

You see, my name is Mark like she said. Jesutoba, my native name. I'm tasked with driving her round the streets and parks. She never goes anywhere else, I mean NEVER! I've been with her for 20years now, my wife thinks I am raving mad. (Chuckles). I'm 39years old now. Yeah! Started driving her since age 19. Was a lanky boy who had no future?! Snatched her gold purse when she stepped out to buy some shawls...from a roadside peddler!!! They must have caught her eyes because truly, they were beautiful but it was the wrong side of the road. I mean, she came out from a red convertible classic, her elegance oozed, it was like the smell of freed gasoline.