Verses By Beordoon

Musings of a Maskuraid…

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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...

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...

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...

EYE TO EYE

Photo Credits - Google   Just the two of us, Alone, hidden from the world, Somewhere secret on Passion Street, Where sweaty bodies sync, And a belabored bed sings, As hearts mutually beat, To the rapturous rhythm, Of coital bliss!   Nothing else counts, Naira, dollars or pounds, Propriety can wait, Society and its judgmental face, Morals forgotten at the gate, While we relate, Out of sight, you and I, Thirsty souls, cummin’ nigh… 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...

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...

MADE IN SOCIETY

Photo Credits - Google Because of what they said, That men are meant to be towers of strength, All my growing up years were erroneously spent, Bottling up emotions inside my head, Rather than feeling things as they should be felt. Pain was borne without a sound, Anger and turmoil buried with not a frown, Even when I craved a comforting hug, I remembered a man’s place as a barrel of brawn, And knotted tighter my mental thong. Now I’m grown and fully set in my ways, “A More...

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