EMOTIONS ABOUND

…emotions
the springing power of glory
glory in joy, glory in pain
the filling fulfillment of each feeling
threatening to choke you to happy brightness
and gag the demanding spirit coursing through you.

…emotions
Running deep like a blood springing heart
Running amok like uncivilized barbarians
Running free like a warm clear spring

the singing of a startled sort of silence
the bright light behind closed eyelids
the hugging dampness pressing close to the skin

…emotions
flying high, flying far
awakening the dormant experiences
that ecstasy is sure to give
bursting forth from the dead cocoon of a worm’s body
the springing yellow of butterfly wings
forever flapping in your stomach


what, therefore does it mean…
….to feel?
Where is the sign?
The racing heart and the raging needs
The desire to inspire
From deep within the crux of YOUR being
Does it quicken your mind…
…or perhaps, hastens your thoughts
….speedy heartbeats
…….skipping feet.

Emotions abound.

EKO

with the hustling, the bustling and the shuffling people

LAGOS screams at me
with the blaring of trailer horns, the honking of okada rider's horns and the lousy yells of early risen conductors
with the heat of the sun, the smells that emanate from the hot sand beneath our feet and potholes of tepid water

LAGOS seeks attention
....with the long queues for BRT buses, the longer queues for an early morning road side breakfast and the longest queues....cars bumping and grinding as people rush off to work, trying to beat the early morning traffic- that is already there!!

the smell of frustration fills the air
the loud radios from mallams as they hurry to open their stalls, just before their competition does

LAGOS makes herself known
...with the weather beaten look of every manual labourer
lethargy in the eyes of early morning cleaners
their hissing, their complaints, their nagging
the street men that argue football in the day, argue money in the afternoon and argue beer at evetide.

LAGOS likes to hustle
LAGOS likes to work
LAGOS likes to settle

..........five o'clock rush out of the office, rush hour traffic, the stale sweat
......the opening road side bars and the begining of large sales of stout and star lager beer
......the weary sighs
..... the tired smiles
and the ginger for the bubbling to start.

LAGOS is filled
LAGOS is fulfilled
LAGOS will cry
LAGOS will laugh
LAGOS will then shout

"EKO O NI BAJE O"

If yu have a soft stomach...DNT READ!!

Your eyes

dark as night

the full lashes, their clear whiteness

i have been looking intently at you

and i can feel the warmth rush up from my belly

this need to fall into your eyes

how they speak loudly

and tell me to explore you

and you to explore me

your lips
soft to touch,
soft to taste
filling me with its thickness
your darting tongue
playing against my roughness

the stubs of hair on your strong chin
and a jaw that speaks volumes

my hand runs down your hairy chest
and my mouth follows suit
my tongue licking your anticipation to feverish heights

as i take your perky nipples into my mouth,

between my teeth as my tongue circles it...

...slowly...

now i know...i know...

so i release this tigress
and take you in my mouth
suckling softly, then suckling hard
my tongue tracing your beautiful hardness

i rise up to give you a desperate kiss
as you find your way to my feminine softness
and fill me to expansion
filling me to fulfillment
and i tell you to watch
my breathe singing softly against your ear
as you watch you go in and out
in and out...in and out...
and i can scream your name...just for the first time

my breathiness is heavier than before
your name is singing in my head
two syllables...your name
as you drive harder, harder
until you can feel my shudder
as i turn hot,
then turn cold
goose bumps running down my skin

the tingling sensations running down your spine
blood pounding in your head
your ears are ringing

and the pleasure that you can feel in your toes

as inch by considerable inch

my tightness grabs your hardness

a fist: tight, hot, nervous, wet.

you call my name

and i scream yours

as you burst into a million stars

and i ride on the wings of pleasure.

*sigh*

PROLOGUE

He held the women by each side
the two women who held him with each hand
as he watched the procession that went on.
he felt calm...and in those last days,
his happiness came from watching her smile, knowing that she was happy
and he was sure that she was.

They were always so happy
and as she grew more tired and weak
he knew he had to save her
from the only things he could shield her from

That little time he spent feeling her pain..like it was his
his hand hurt with hers
his heart failed when hers did
he could not leave
he was sure that she would open her eyes
and smile at him again.

He couldnt leave
just to the kitchen
to get her a glass of water
just to the kitchen for a minute
but that was all the time it took

she was cold...so cold
"not yet" he whispered
but it was time.

It took him time to realise that the two women were about to leave
"not yet" he whispered again
but for a different reason
but they understood
and as they turned their backs
the wind was in his face
cooling his face
and touching his tears
and carried his adieus on her wings.