HONEY DIP

bored and looking for something to shake you up in the new year...?? HONEY DIP is an event that men are haggled over and auctioned off to tingly, sexy, sassy ladies for a date ... interested men should send

1.name
2.hobbies
3.things you are interested in
4.description of yourself in a few words
5.a contact number
6.a picture

to honeysanni@gmail.com

and you will have a ride of a lifetime...
kisses...

WHATEVER YOU MAY CALL ME...

I am ripe And juicy
All filled up, ready to be squeeze
And the sweetly tart that is my juice
Is the insanely abundant love
You will go mad from my sweetness
And you will grow old from constant need
You will chew your fingers after that first bite
And swallow your lips after a final taste
You will swallow your tongue
So that you would not have to share my taste
Even with the insides of your mouth
Have some tea…have some water
Vodka and tequila would not even disguise me
For my taste has a name…one that amnesia dare not take away
Even in your darkest moments…your taste buds will beg for me
And my taste remains the same: one you will never regret
And then my juicy, sweetly tart
Is what would never quench your thirst!!

HEAT

rays of light
filtering in from flimsy curtains
falling on my bare brown skin
warming my thoughts...boiling my blood
with hope and with inspiration
with the almost joyful screams
that lay outside my window
i want to step out
out under the bright burning sun
into the smog simmering heat
and raise my face
squint my eyes
and believe completely
that the sun shines
but only because of me...

WAR OF THE SENSES

should i plug my mind
to the earphones of my heart..?
listen to her music
and dance to her tunelessness
Hands Up...Palm out
Because the only way to represent what i hear
is by touch...by feelings...by enjoying

Let my skin enjoy the cold
yet let my fingertips crave the warmth
Let my senses riot with such harmony
and understanding where their differences lie

My hands would hear what my ears can taste
my tongue would smell what my nose can feel
but not until my skin sees just what my heart sings...!!

I JUst Remembered

They laugh all around me
but i cant hear a sound
the electric guitar of the rock music that i'm listening to
gives my heart a wild stacatto thumping
but i need to smile
because their laughter is infectious
and though, i cant hear it
i can see the light in their eyes
and i can smell their lightful silliness

Each one of us, lazing around
on a cold rainy morning
when warmth is enclosed in our abode
and i do not even know if they are talking to me
she's climbing her bed
and for a minute, her clumsiness seems slick
and natural and smooth
one that has come with an ingrown ease

The other surfing that soft sell magazine
wonder in her eyes
and excitement on her features
what she must be thinking...
look at the pictures i can see her say
i wish i was one of them

now i know that this experience is closer
than the smell of rain
but yet farther than my thoughts

TO the who shared their lives and garri with me
i can not get you out of my head
because i still anticipate moments
and i still feel the warmth of a room filled with girls

To Nkiru, Ona, Jessica, Moji, Anita and Kemi
because i survived a year
and i wasn't quite sure how

moji and ona

nkiru

kemi and i

jessica and i