Verses By Beordoon

Musings of a Maskuraid…

Month: June 2017

THIRSTY SIP (R18)

Photo credit  - Google The things hunger does to you. For weeks explicit messages flowed back and forth between them both via WhatsApp, same with nudes and raunchy voice notes. Both parties created a sexually charged pressure cooker environment, deliberately stoking lustful fires and ramping up their internal heat to insane levels even from across the yawning divide of distance, while they maintained calm facades for the benefit of those in their immediate surroundings. No one was the More...

IF WALLS COULD TALK

Photo Credits - Google If walls could talk, They'd tell tales of my terror Each time you entered my room, They'd remember the taste of my revulsion, Every time you parted my legs, And violated without remorse, The virtue of my secret spot. If walls could squeal, They'd shout to the world of my secret, Cut by my own hands and how I’d bleed, Because I thought l was sick, Sick with dread and concurrent longing, For the repetition of your visits, And believing only death could More...

BEYOND THE SKIES

Photo Credits - Google “…but baami will kill me if he ever finds out we entered this place. He doesn’t like us touching his things at all, and has always warned me and my brother never to come in here to play. Even maami, I’ve never seen her enter here before.” The boy’s fear was evident in his voice and obvious on his face as he spoke. His companion however grinned roguishly. “Don’t be a chicken Ejidele. Your father won’t do anything of the sort joo. I’m sure he’ll More...

CHASING DREAMS

Photo credit - Google Of strange paths and seeking travelers, Itchy feet in thick-soled sandals, Uncertainties abound, Maybe losses waiting to be found, But the journey calls and we eagerly answer, Because no one ever discovered treasure, Stuck at home on his father’s sofa.   More...

BRING BACK OUR LIVES

Photo credits - Google How was it before we had the privilege of carelessly opening our mouths on social media, letting our fingers run riot on the keyboard without our brains filtering our thoughts first? How did we get through those dark days of proper behavior, before it became fashionable to get online and expose our lack of home training/idiocy/ignorance to the world under the guise of emancipation? Who can help me describe life before our new found 'wokeness' and 'tear eye' (powered More...

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