Verses By Beordoon

Musings of a Maskuraid…

THE FEAR OF KARMA

Photo Credits - Google I craved an heir, But the stupid woman, she gave me a daughter, So I unleashed my anger. My rage bruised her, Badly, so badly that she couldn’t carry another, Which annoyed me further, Till each went asunder. My beautiful daughter, A princess, grown, finer than her mother, I pray she meets a man like no other, A prince, one better than her father, But I’m afraid of Karma. More...

A PROMISE OF HEAT

Photo Credit - Google I’ll wait and watch, barely containing my impatience as you take your time to strip off every item of clothing on you. Usually it would be me doing the de-robing, but for our first time out I’m afraid you’ll see my fingers shake while I do so, or worse still I may lose my head and tear everything off your skin in a frenzy just like hunger makes me tear the nylon off Agege bread. It probably wouldn’t be a good way to start our sexual odyssey. When you’re finally More...

SAY NO TO RAPE

Photo Credit - Google He asked her out, Just like every mature man had a right to do, “No,” was how she chose to respond, Like every woman asked had a right to do, Disappointed he went his way, Indifferent she went hers, But the amorous thoughts he had, Of lewd things he’d planned to do to her, With help from some evil counsel, And a bit of idle time, Those thoughts they festered, Until they birthed an obsession, And sired a contaminant in his mind. He stalked her like More...

WHEN FATE PLAYS FAIR

Photo Credit - Google A truck passed and bathed the sodden crowd huddling under the bus stop’s awning in halogen light. At that precise moment she looked my way, and I smiled at her. It was pure instinct and I wasn’t expecting any reaction to be honest, but she smiled back, and suddenly the miserable weather was forgotten. Such was the power of that dazzling smile. It completely hypnotized my soul. **** Only one word can describe the day I just had. Crazy! The crowd at the More...

SLEEPING TABLET

Photo Credits - Google By the time I got back to the bathroom he was already seated in the tub and chest deep in soap suds. His pile of wet clothing lay in the corner, so I slipped the yellow towel robe off my shoulders, dumped it on the floor, walked awkwardly across the linoleum and joined him in the warm bath. For once I was grateful for the size of the damn thing, never mind that I’d always complained about the space it took. This is clearly not me. I am a rational being, maybe More...

TILL THE END

Photo Credits - Google Can I sit with you when you hurt, Shoulder to shoulder on the sandy shore, Fingers intertwined with yours, Drinking in the weighty silence, While we watch the lazy river slowly float past, On it's winding voyage to the sea?   Can I be your support when you despair, A quiet rock for your unsure back, And the attentive ear that stays cocked, Tuned in spite of life's noise, Listening as you breathe your pain free, At More...

WHAT’S IN A NAME?

Photo Credit - Google I love the taste of your name. I love the fact that it's a mixture of many things; sun, air, water, heat, hair, sweat, cold and humus. Your name tastes of laughter; of happiness and warmth, of love and lust, and of hunger and dreams and fantasies fulfilled. It tastes of life itself and every good thing therein, and every time it touches my tongue, your name leaves a picture of satisfaction boldly etched on the sensory canvas that is my brain. Your name is a dopamine More...

ANNE’S REWARD (R18)

As her supple fingers kneaded and moved over my lubricated flesh, I could feel all the aches in my joints slow dissolve and leave. The stiffness in my muscles brought about by sitting long hours in that damned office chair, the stress resulting from the long hours spent sitting in the madness of Lagos traffic all dropped off me one by one like discarded weights. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and started humming. The past week had been a roller coaster at the law firm where I work. More...

FENCES

Photo Credit - Google Fences.  Sometimes they're purely reflex, born of habit, nurtured by time and entrenched by routine. Yes they may keep bad vibes out, but it's sad when they screen the good ones too.  Who wants to miss out on such a fantastic connection as you?  Not me. So I'm sorry, for the indiscriminate nature of my barriers, and this is me hoping I get another chance to throw my gates wide open, so you can experience the beautiful gardens laid out behind my high More...

WRONG TURN

Photo Credits  - Google He reared backwards from the prone body on his bed in horror. “Sheila,” he called softly. She didn’t respond. “Sheila,” he called again, louder this time. Still there was no response. Her beautifully firm brown tipped breasts stared at the ceiling, and her chest was still. From his crouching position he could see that her eyes was open but there was no sight in them. Slowly he moved closer and felt her wrist, then her neck. Her body was still warm, More...

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