Role play

you can be my lawyer

stream down the four-poster

lemme hear your heels kiss the floor

turn me on some more

aagh baby,

till i burn from the passion 

of your lips' work.

Punish me a little

and let my fingers work 

till they make you squeal like a kettle.

Or you could be my doctor 

listen to my heart

hear it beat

racing as fast as my hands

rubbing around your body

in harmony,

with the music's melody.

I'm throbbing doctor

from the sensation of your lip balm 

I like to feel the tip of your tongue

rest, on the mushroom cap.

I'll be your priest?

kneel before me,

as i stand with your head

before my thighs,

now prey and prey...ohhh prey

prey all over me

until i moan in tongues

and anoint you with my oil

watch it stream down your chest,

neck, breast till it hit your abs...

aargh just prey, prey on me.

Let me be your pilot

I'll guide you to the right buttons.

You see them 2 on my chest

touch em, and set me on auto-pilot.

I'll map out the geography of your body 

from the asymmetry of your contours

and the symmetry of your curves.

Buckle up around my back 

it's going to be a bumpy smooth ride 

through cloud nine.

Play devil and incite this beast

i'll play the guiding angel

watching you moan uncontrollably 

in your delightful vibrations

of endless orgasms.

You can play a mime

I'll be the ventriloquist

that makes the bed squeak 

in a twist you can take the top

like how i bite my lips in pleasure?

now do me like never before! 

Dead Love

Inspired by the picture above taken and titled by a wonderful friend and sister; Woomie, is the poem below. She's a free-lance photographer (for now) and a owns a blog: Woomie, visit and feed your soul with beauty through her lens and let your heart listen to the words they speak...enjoy

It,

smells so beautiful

be careful.

It,

blossomed one spring morning,

falling,

like petals in autumns evening.

My heart,

deeply in mourning.

It,

brightened your smile,

Now it's dull!

like a trees bark

in the empty winter night

boring,

like the lone dogs bark.

It,

still smells so beautiful

the pretty summer odorant

Lingers,

In my stone cold thoughts,

as the memory

of a once beautiful thing,

warmed my soul.

It,

then eludes me,

as I’m reminded

by the sorry wilt it had become.

It,

drank of my tears

nurtured,

by the labour of my hands.

Grew,

before my sight

and with my hands buried it.

It died,

and you killed it,

the very moment

you lied about it.

Yet,

beautiful still,

is the smell of; it

grow

shalll another

the orchid is full with;

it.

Fimisola-Samuel

fragile,

Milk and Honey; It's not failing

Your sight un-paused me

you fulfill my clause

i like to feel your claws

bet you know it hurts,

d'you feel the heat? 

I like the way it burns.

You deceive me

to reveal me

then you hide me,

fulfill me,

I'm feeling how,

you let me fill you.

your lips, and eyes

your neck and ears,

forever dry my tears.

Oh, like when you kiss me

(it lifts me)

and touch me

emotions in my heart,

down there running uphill.

The stories in your touch, 

hotter than a blow torch

got me drifting high and high

baby just relax,

while I take you to the sky.

ugh, un-hold me,

control me, 

let you depose me,

sweet how you don't oppose me.

Yes harass me

and caress me

renounce him,

I'll let you own me.

your lies suppress me, 

oppress me,

and depress me.

You smile at me

baby, it's wooing me.

Your neck tastes so innocent

it's got me tumescent.

We're not perfect

but we love so perfect

forget the side effects 

every night i reflect,

i lied,

when i said this wasn't right,

crave me and save me.

Uphold me,

and hold me

I'll support you,

forgive me,

and comfort me.

I'll forget your sins

because you're special,

essential,

it's so crucial 

that it; incites me,

excites me and 

ignites me,

arouses me

got me on my knees,

dying to love you

forever,

ever and ever

till we're aged

and spent like money,

won't you warm me,

and hug me,

kiss me,

my bunny,

so lovely,

milk,

and my honey,

yes, we're ailing

but, we're not failing.

Fimisola-Samuel

Earth: Song in her tears

Inspired by the political unrest and social injustice around the world.

Naomi-Moremi-Lucas: black man crying

I have no home, no friend or foe

sitting amidst beauty in splendor 

at the crossroads of what seems to be hell
is this fire falling from heaven?

I watch the ashes dance in the wind

No farm, no food just a single hoe

the land is barren and yet lay fallow.

Bought for a price; one pound of cowry shells

that your shells, may cease to rain once again

but enough wasn't his sacrifice

another round of "kpuh-kpuh, kpa- kpuh, kpuh"

and we're exiled from our lives,

and as strangers, lost  in our homes.

You say you know who I am

then you ask me what i need,

If you know who we are,

shouldn't you know what we need?

You sow in my land with my own seed

you call me a weed, where my fathers lived 

why! Are you so damn full of greed?

You stuff money down his throat

to cover the murder of your human goat

he sells you his dignity

then you take care of him 

like you did your goat. 

You're all demons we altogether loathe.

We've been living in darkness 

one day an hour a second too long

when will you die

so no more shall we cry?

What's the worth of a gladiator

thirsty for a fight in an empty colosseum?

you have no followers.

More allies are hungry to kill you 

even before an enemy

useless is your first name

worthless, the second.

Your wings soar above the law

your voice roars like thunder 

your heart squeals in delight of our death.

Tomorrow all three will be six feet beneath the floor

you will stand before the superior.

Who cooks without a fire?

a fight for which you are unprepared.

Your children feast off our flesh

our blood cries in agony,

as they drink from your cup.

What you sow you shall harvest

and of it your generations shall reap

but you're too blinded by selfishness to see

that when the plantain tree raises her hands

she ends up smacking herself.

Who goes to the river with a basket?

they were better off staying home.

Don't start a battle you'll never live to finish.

Heaven rejects you, earth repels you

and there is no space for you in-between

you evil people of this world.

I'm working 30 hours overtime

that my children may eat 

yet I have not enough to buy meat.

You think you control my life,

but while you forgot my cries

heaven heard them all.

It's been four hundred years coming 

I finally drop my rickshaw and find my freedom

now light is our burden, 

you save yourself  and help your soul.


Fimisola-Samuel

To Ms. A Friend

What's the value of our friendship

when you now seem to be missing in action?

Unresponsive to what i say-

but u seem to know d right things to say,

u inspire me to be and do better

but you're hiding at a distance.

You never say hey

only sometimes after i say it.

Ur words in our sole time,

caress my feelings

and when i wake in the morning

-to let you know, you're mute as a fish,

why sometimes u choose so, I'll never know.

Was being friends, an excuse 

for this being a thing of our sexual recovery?

Though I can't deny loving your voice so pianissimo

berried with your spunk, pep and style

it was an outrage of a pure feeling of pleasure

from the soulful mojo of your moans

to the hedonism of delirium at my climax

like the cool rush of sea blue breeze

in the brown autumn night.

But seriously, how art thou?

I miss the days of frank conversations

days when I'd think of you; friend 

and my nights gleamed with the moon

how u spelt the name you called me 

and I'd burst out my cocoon 

and then make u laugh

ur laughter; the thunder in my rainy sky

as u made my day smile in sync with the sun.

The eagerness in your voice

when you called from work to say hey,

okay maybe not everyday

but i like how you took the tears of my past

and molded it into a beautiful present 

and how in the present

you speak encouraging words into my future.

We're friends and there for each other 

so in hope, i suppose that we still are close

but will it hurt, if in reality we relived those days?

Fimisola-Samuel