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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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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,...
Trailing Desire
#poetry It was last year, we were freshers Faces are new of course, I felt small You think you're beautiful? Enter a varsity Or handsome? You must be joking There's always someone more comely Obsession with pinkish vermillion I like it rough but I got it smooth Sebum plugs on lips doin’ their work It's appealing, always appealing, never boring His height compliments the upper coasts of his oral vestibule Managed to see the belly button, not my taste Though the lips already atoned the unato...
Don't kill me
#poetry if brows invert, could they make a wave front? if smiles are round, could they make a round laugh? we met, not really, but connected in class, no (smiles), in a hall Value, whatever you think of it but it's his name....a bifurcation a warm smile, revealing those dentition demure and ecstatic throaty angle of elevation, hot! I thought I was done, but I wasn't For all that happens, I hope not to see a W band I pray not to see that minimus or medius Especially when it's latching to a gli...
Lustful
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest Off the grid, I don't regret attending For the sake of the happenstance Dark skin developer, clothed in meekness Playful, lustful, sultry eyes. ‘em wanna take my clothes off We were talking but his eyes were saying more than his mouth was speaking His name? Not gonna say, buh I knew his name beforehand Astonished? Yes he was too, and the explanation No matter how I explained, he didn't seem to get the correlation He's full, or thick rather, I got thrilled b...
ai ke
#poetry photo credit::Pinterest The first time was for power supply I didn't go of my own accord He that took me there seemed close I liked him at first sight, couldn't help It's always that Yoruba-lile name they call me It's English, supposedly, but they make it that way The house is clean and comfortable, no debris Unlike many other guys, I felt solace in there Always, my mind runs around, cravings I sought the body, the smile and the gentility A fair-skinned looking-wealthy guy I may nev...
Unstable
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest Spit it out Throw it in I flee away Courage seems lackin’ Black is beautiful White is what? Chocolate and caramel Milk and Milo
Silky Skin
#poetry He said he owns me I said I owned him He flirts and desires I play along and stall Silky and smooth As lanugo, the hairs Fleshy and pulpy The pinky smooth lips Boyish and alluring His smile and his face Long and whorish His crystal-clear nails
Ruffled Desire
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest Pink, crispy and rough Calling, supple and sultry My senses are awake To glide, ride and slide To bathe with ptyalin Milk and creamy Mustache and goatee, sexy asf In class, it's always in class He stares, I stare It doesn't seem like he cares His smile’s as captivating His lips as calling
Dark Meanings
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest Sugar and chocolate spins together Vanilla and caramel, in and out Tongues on surface, skin ablaze Supple is for lips, thinness or thickness Deep or shallow, long or short Shout or shiver, whimper or cry Cup your legs or cross a leg Stretch the sacrals or bud the rose Holes and digits, fingers and hmm hmm Dots and milk, lines and curves, red or white? Serous or mucous, dirty or neat, climax or ….? Spank or clap, lips or cheeks, hard or soft, Happy or d...
Lonely
#poetry photo credit :: Pinterest Sit down, lemme tell you a story He feels uncertain, he's African He's intelligent, he's cute, he's good Easily misunderstood, simple … He's so simple he becomes complex He's lonely, is it farfetched? Evil thoughts flow, he can't control He's fasted, prayed, starved, shared At some point, HE said he is possesed he didn't doubt HE cos he needed a solution He's lonely, in the midst of multitude, still lonely He has no friends, the few he has he loses ...
Untouchable
#poetry photo credit:: Pinterest Class, yes, in class He stood, he danced Not dramatic, just rhythmical I focus, but I lose it, I refocus A dark and slim melanin king Naaa, I think it's melanin prince He stays in the hostel That I was told, that I Know He calls me in greetings That's all we do I'm a secret admirer That's my secret I lust, I don't love him The ass…don't be astonished It always is. I vent my obsession His pants fit his ass Angle of elevation and depression A for...
Chess At Night
#poetry Photo credit :: Pinterest That night, he was playing chess He was competing with a chessmaster He asked me to hold his waist That was so he could play as well walk I gladly did…I couldn't deny the offer I wonder if ladies really find males appetizing I mean dumptrunks. Are dumptrunks appealing? He doesn't have a dumptrunk, he has a solid ball Basketball? solid bounce-able soccer ball? The analogies will fill the world. His backside…. I dreamt of touching it, feeling it, running...
Blossom
#poetry Don't even tell me trash! Who said real friends aren't real? He understands me I understand him We're vulnerable to each other Though we keep some secrets We do share some secrets He's a boo and more I'm his confidant and more If anything, let this friendship keep blossoming
Chi Ma.
#poetry He said I shouldn't call him Senior again. Many of them have said that. But I can't. I respect people a whole lot. That was what I knew them for — my seniors. His face is not round, a bit flat but still good. The most outstanding are his lips: Full, rough, and pink. Looks like he's been licking them a great deal. Rough and pink full lips are majestic and appealing. Have you seen one? Have you tasted one? Me, neither. I may never taste one in this life, though. He's hmm hmm in a way. ...
IT'S OVER.
#poetry I turned, anticlockwise, that should be it I refrained, and turned back, clockwise this time Those ruffling sounds of the bed I'm alone on the bed tho Before you think I'm there with him Who's him? There are many him (s) That thing under is getting hard That's how it always happens I turn anticlockwise, and hardening begins Garden begins fluffy and soft to skin I wonder if you know what I'm talking about Then I crave to see “The him(s)” and whoever there is My phone bears the br...
Unrequited
#poetry I told him he's sculpted He called me a weirdo It's his face I'm talking about In Foretrust, we met The reticent me, was outta the shell. We locked eyes together, For me, our souls intertwined He smiled, I did same Medicine and surgery Science Laboratory Technology For split seconds I wondered why he didn't get Medicine and surgery Brows were full and slightly curved Lips were pink and licked up He was dominant, I think he's alpha If jaws were chiseled literally, his was I f...
Dreamy Eyes.
#poetry Saw him, from different angles Only his eyes appeal The beards too, the body : no But the face is enough Those eyes were round A Naija nigga’s eye is black or brown His was ocean blue, I asked myself Is it still medicine and surgery Or is it modelling, fashion and designs I thought it can rub off No, seriously, I know I'm mad I entered my strategy mode I took a deep breath and Lowered my clavicle I took note of the surrounding, it was Physio practical What will you tell him? ...
Flowers or Flow?
#poetry So I told him I wanted a flowin’ chat He said “here you go” 30 minutes later I didn't want to be dramatic I played the understanding partner Yet, I got no chats He said he's gonna meet up I thought ‘where’, I asked ‘where’ He said ‘in the house’ I burned up Don't come to the house! Please don't, I lamented I don't trust myself I can do and undo. Flowers or flow?, Miracle and Miracle
