Booty or Beauty : The Dream Part one (Poetry)

 

So we had a click.
We called it the Chick flick click for we were slick. We made rhymes that made no sense. We were the Goons of our hood and we’d go around wearing hoodies as our identity…

We loved girls. We loved either their booty or beauty. I said we loved girls. We loved either their booty or beauty.

We were flirts. Perves with unknown desire and hunger for sex. We were in constant competition, trying different forms of viagra. People saw men in us but we were just overgrown boys with beards. Beards with emotional stunted growth. We fell in and out of relationships till one day, it hit me. I fell for this one innocent girl but by nature of my nature as a childish flirt, i called her my hot, sexy sauce. . . the sexiest girl I had ever seen. She fell for it.

I wrote poems. I Described her beauty, dignity and innocence till I broke her purity and virginity. I boasted to my friends and said “it was fun but, on to the next one”. I left her heart wide open and dripping for it was broken. Little did I know, it was literally broken. so as a feigned act of solidarity, viagra already taken, I went to her and recited my lines till we got in bed. She cried but i comforted her with my lies. She melted at my words till We made sweet love. Taken by the peak of my pleasure, i did not notice that she was motionless. She had been motionless for a long time.

I, however was in the ecstatic planet and kept on going till I deposited my genes into a lifeless body and fell on top of her panting, feeling accomplished. The viagra worked and i was sure she felt me. However, When the misty fog had passed and my brain started functioning, my heart nearly missed a beat or it did beat twice at once. The innocent girl was long gone and there I was, in my own bedroom with a dead body.
………. …..,…… …………..

Typing.

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A LETTER TO MY EX

You left and I wrote words.

I abused the pen as I tried to express my thoughts using ink.
I was left alone, sad and broken.
I was left with so many feelings unfelt
And so many words unspoken,
You once were my love and my life revolved only around you.
I loved you. I treasured you.
I loved and I trusted. My one heart and my one mind.

I gave you my heart, my mind and my all.
How could it be that we never lasted?
How could a love so strong easily crumble and fall?
How could love, trust, passion, responsibility and romance not be enough to save us?
How could envy, jealousy and rumours overpower us?
My love; please, talk to me.
I have tried to let it go.
I can’t.

I still love you. And am not afraid to admit it. Not any more.

Hear me all ye that see. Hear my plea and from me do not flee.
My love is gone and like her, there is no other.
Please help me reach out to her.
I cheated and I lied, which is wrong.
She complained about it and I told her I’d stop.
But sometimes, life is like a song.
I repeatedly cheated and for a time too long,
She couldn’t take it anymore.

I pretended not to care to impress my friends but deep down my heart, I was shattered.
i pretended till we fought.
Baby as I watched you cry for me that night in the bright blue of the moon light,
I cried with you but kept on with the fight.
You slapped me when you found me lying clad, arm in arm with another girl.
I don’t know what came over me.
I clearly lost my sight and the sense of right.
I was trying to be a star to my friends and its only now that I ask myself,
To what end?

Each day, I remember your beautiful smile, your ugly laughter, your weird jokes and your sweet love
Your sweet fragrance, your gentle touch, your loving kisses, your warm embrace, your passion and your kind heart.
There really is none like you.

If I could alter the alphabet, I would change U and I back to US.
You’ve obviously moved on but I am still here, stuck, lonely and alone.
The lonely social.
I am a fool to ever lose someone like you.

How could I have been busy building friendships, chasing dreams and yet left my love behind?
How could I be so blind?
All you did was love me and care for me.
Truly we men have got problems when we know someone deeply loves us.
My love, my baby, my woman, my little lady.
I know we won’t get back together and I know you won’t read this because you blocked me but either ways,

If this message ever reaches you, please know that I STILL LOVE YOU BABY.
I STILL NEED YOU AND I STILL CARE FOR YOU.
I guess this time I really need to pay the price we all pay for being playful, flirty and careless.
I MISS YOU MY LOVE….
I MISS YOU…

YOU LEFT AND I WROTE WORDS.

#onemind

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH : THE DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART 3

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH : THE DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART 3 (RATED)

Then their lips met. Rosetta went to the moon and came back right in that moment. His lips felt soft, this kind of pleasure couldn’t be legal. His tongue gently proded her slightly parted lips, seeking to pry them open. She responded opening her mouth further. She felt something firm and wet, unlike her own, warm seeking to engage her own tongue in a tango. He nibbled on her upper lip whilst at the same time flicking his tongue in her mouth. His hands dropped further to cup her bottom, gently squeezing and lift her up so that his pelvis was at par with hers. He left her mouth, leaving her feeling empty and cold, and moved laying little fluttery kisses from her left ear all the way down to her shoulder. Each kiss topped off with a little bite. Rosetta let a long sigh, oh God this felt good, she was moaning.

Steve smiled, those sounds meant he was hitting it right on the spot. He kissed and nibbled his way to her earlobe, caressed it with his tongue and bit it just a little bit. He could already see the fabric of her shirt straining and her chest heaving up and down with each breath. She threw her head back, exposing her neck even further…looks like another area was begging for his attention.

“Stephen”….. “Oh Stephen”…..”aaaahh” …”yes” her body was starting to burn. to scream. to want. she was craving. Stephen was firmly holding her as his moist and heated mouth continued to eat her flesh away, biting her neck. Her legs were growing weak at this sensation. She wrapped her hands around his neck as his mouth continued to explore her body. Her first feelings of what was yet to come soon passed through her as he bit her left mound through the fabric.

Excitement shot to the very center of her core. Her inner goddess was on fire, screaming and drooling at his maneuver. His left hand slowly slid from her waist to her bottom behind; up and over her flesh and back up again. Meanwhile, his right hand slowly cupped her right mound whose apex was fully erect. He gently fondled it. It was like he was in slow motion. Every single touch of his taking her closer to that much envied blissful planet of ecstasy.

“oooooh…yess” she was breathing heavily. Her hands circling his head. His left hand slowly started creeping beneath her slack. The first contact of his fingers with her bare skin behind partially sent her over the edge. She lost all balance and had to hold on tightly to him. He lifted his face to meet hers, leaving wet patches on her shirt with the lining of her mounds clearly showing. Their lips slowly touched again as his hand behind on her bare skin kept going lower and lower.

Wanting to be gentle, he was slow in kissing her but she had more urgent needs. She did not need to be slow. Not now. Not with his hand nearly reaching its target while his other hand was sliding beneath her top to undo her bra. Its like he had a third hand. Her tongue entered his mouth, searching, wanting. Her breathing was heavy.

His hand touched that soft and warm spot. Aaaah yes!!!!! Her fabric was sticky. Her wanton flesh was wet and warm. She needed to be touched so she ached her hips to give him access. He knew how she was feeling so he teased her by first….

To be continued…..

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH DAY OF THE BLACK SUN

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH : THE DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART FOUR (RATED)

“Stephen”….. “Oh Stephen”…..”aaaahh¬” …”yes” her body was starting to burn. to scream. to want. she was craving. Stephen was firmly holding her as his moist and heated mouth continued to eat her flesh away, biting her neck. Her legs were growing weak at this sensation. She wrapped her hands around his neck as his mouth continued to explore her body. Her first feelings of what was yet to come soon passed through her as he bit her left mound through the fabric. Excitement shot to the very center of her core. Her inner goddess was on fire, screaming and drooling at his maneuver. His left hand slowly slid from her waist to her bottom behind; up and over her flesh and back up again. Meanwhile, his right hand slowly cupped her right mound whose apex was fully erect. He gently fondled it. It was like he was in slow motion. Every single touch of his taking her closer to that much envied blissful planet of ecstasy.
“oooooh…yess” she was breathing heavily. Her hands circling his head. His left hand slowly started creeping beneath her slack. The first contact of his fingers with her bare skin behind partially sent her over the edge. She lost all balance and had to hold on tightly to him. He lifted his face to meet hers, leaving wet patches on her shirt with the lining of her mounds clearly showing. Their lips slowly touched again as his hand behind on her bare skin kept going lower and lower. Wanting to be gentle, he was slow in kissing her but she had more urgent needs. She did not need to be slow. Not now. Not with his hand nearly reaching its target while his other hand was sliding beneath her top to undo her bra. Its like he had a third hand. Her tongue entered his mouth, searching, wanting. Her breathing was heavy.
His hand touched that soft and warm spot. Aaaah yes!!!!! Her fabric was sticky. Her wanton flesh was wet and warm. She needed to be touched so she ached he hips to give him access. He knew how she was feeling so he teased her by first brushing a hand past her moist sensitive area. Rosetta wasn’t on earth anymore. She need more his hand there. She pushed her hips to reach his hand but he moved it away.

“Stephen, please”…. She was in desperate need.

“please what?” he asked as he passionately kissed her. She felt like she was dripping. She felt extremely wet, hot and high. It pained to feel so much in need and yet be denied. She needed to be satisfied. She had to.
Stephen’s hand past over her precious rose again, this time slowly circling it as he went lower to that part in most need. She needed to feel him inside her. She was dying for his fingers. Her underwear did her no justice as it was preventing Steve’s hand from entering her.

“Take it off” she managed to whisper, her tongue still in his mouth. She was tugging at his shirt, driving her soft hands beneath his shirt, all over his chest and ultimately down to his trousers. Her heart nearly missed a beat. There was a large bulge on his trousers. She wanted to feel it so she did. She rubbed her hand up and about his hardened shaft whose figure was clearly visible through the jeans. Knowing he was so hard for her made her even more wet. She fumbled to undo his belt. She wanted to feel his flesh in her hand. She had just heard stories of how precious it is to hold a man’s shaft in your hands. She was moments away.

“ooooh…aaaaaahhhhh” she felt a hint of pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure. Steve had just quickly inserted a finger inside her.

“oh yes!!!!…ahhhh …asssshhh….uuuuhhhh…ahhhh…yes….yess…please…” tears were coming out of her eyes. This pleasure was unknown to her. She sucked his tongue as more desperation overtook her. Meanwhile, her hands were still stroking his shaft through the jeans as she had failed to unbuckle his belt. Steve felt some precum. He knew he was as high as she was. Or so he thought.

Abruptly, he removed his finger from where it was and inserted it back again ever so slowly she screamed her orgasm out. He then started pushing his finger in a circular motion. In and out. There was no friction anymore. Rosetta was literally wet with pleasure. It was building. It was nearly there. She was about to have her first real climax.

“please Steve”… she did not intend to say any of this.
“whats my name?” he mocked in between their passionate kiss.
“aaah yes!!!”… she was striding his hand to go deeper. “don’t stop” …ahhh yes” ‘…oh Steve”… she bit his tongue as finally she managed to slide her hand beneath his trousers and boxer to his pulsating hardened member. The feel of of blood rushing through his veins in her hand, his intoxicating mouth and the circular motion of his finger between her legs was more than she could take.
“come for me baby” that’s all she needed to hear.

“oh my gaaa……”…”aaaaaaahhhhh”…”yeeeeeeeesssss”…. “steeeeeeeeeeevvveeeeee”

Her brain escaped her head for a split second as her muscles tightened and contracted on his fingers. Steve never let up with the motion though the hole had become smaller and wetter. She ached back and forth as the pleasure swept through. This was more than she had heard, watched or read. He kept pushing in and out sending her into an unknown planet of leisure. She stroked his shaft as it all built up. Her legs grew weak. Steve firmly held her till her muscles relaxed and flexed.

“I love you Stephen!” she did not know whether she did not mean that. She laid her head on his chest and when the surge had passed, she felt this unknown happiness. She smiled with her hand still holding him. Steve was glad foreplay took her over the edge. She looked at his face. He looked at her. She had an evil smile on her face.

“thank you!” she whispered and kissed him, ever so slowly while she moved them towards the bed. Steve sensed this and broke the kiss. Removed her hand from his trousers and lifted her to the bed where he laid her. Then he started taking off his shirt while she unbuckled his belt. She had seen this before. So she tried to work it the way she saw it. Once his trousers dropped, she licked the lining of his member through the fabric of his white boxer. Stephen was dripping. The sensation was too much. He couldn’t let himself go over the edge now. Not before she felt him. He bent down to crop her top over hear head. She offered no resistance at all. As a compliment, she kissed his nipples as he undid her bra exposing the most gorgeous chest he had ever seen. A cool breeze passed over her bare chest as she stared into his eyes. She wanted him. He wanted her. This was Stephen. This was Rosetta. This was right and this was, THE COPPERBELT UNIVERSITY. He…..

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH: DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART ONE

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH: DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART ONE

Deep breaths. She was in a hurry. She couldn’t afford to be late again. Yesterday was so tiring and frustrating. She had stood in the queue from dawn to dusk but did not manage to even reach half way. THE COPPERBELT UNIVERSITY she imagined was an organized place where registration was done online and not on-line. She had imagined she would be received by smiling faces, directing her where to go and helping her with the entire process. She was wrong. At 06:30 hours in the morning, she was number 147 on the queue which would drain her and prove her fantasies wrong. CBU was more like a white elephant, an old and still aging lady past her prime. This was depressing. Everyone was busy minding their own business, pushing and pulling one another in an attempt to enter the clinic first. This was hell. This was yesterday. She hated this place already.

“Arrrgh!!!” She looked at her watch as she reached the main gate; 05:30 was the time. She smiled. Atleast she wouldn’t be number 147 today. She hurried even more, nearly running. The security guards couldnt help but admire how her nicely shaped body swerved from side to side as she sped past them. She was beautiful. One of them whistled and she pretended not to hear a thing though the thought of being admired made her even more comfortable. So she intentionally walked in a manner her body figure came out (alikafumya umwaiche). She reached the clinic at exactly 5:45. Her steps came to a halt. The queue today was even longer than that of yesterday. “where do these people sleep?” She wondered.

Rosetta wanted to cry. She felt so discouraged and sad. It was going to be another long day on the queue. She lazily walked to the back with white Samsung earsets plugged in her ears though nothing was playing. She pretended to be busy on her phone as she noticed some fairly handsome guy steal glances at her. Each time she looked in his direction, she found him looking at her and smiling at her then he would look away like he wasn’t looking at her. She always liked the feeling of being admired. It warmed her heart that someone would really appreciate the way she was made. She found it flattering. The clinic opened at 08:03. By then she was near the copy centre. The pushing and the pulling started. She hated this.

At 10:00 hours, she was still near the copy centre. She noticed girls that found her on the queue were not spending more than 10 minutes on the queue. They were just going direct with some COBUSU OFFICIALS. How she wished she knew one of these kind and generous guys. The only thing she liked about today was that it wasn’t as hot as yesterday. A cool breeze passed. She deeply breezed with her eyes slightly closed. When she exhaled, the guy that was staring at her earlier was standing next to her. He wasn’t bad. Actually, she thought he was kind of handsome but still she feigned to be busy on her phone. He had cologne so nice; she stole a glance at him; white vee neck tee shirt, neat blue jeans and some nice black canvas. He waved at her but she ignored, still pretending to be typing on her phone and listening to silent music.

“Hi!” he said not wanting everyone to know he was forcing a conversation. She did not respond so he instinctively tapped her shoulder. Electricity surged through her. She could not understand what she felt at that moment. She wanted to make a scene but again, she did not want to make a scene. She took her earsets off and looked at him with a questioning face. Gosh!! He was nice. He smiled.

“Oh!!” he started. “Hi. Uhm… am Stephen. But you can call me Steve”. He extended a hand. She hesitated.

“Hi.” Her voice sounded sweet to his ears. “am Rosetta but you can call me Rose”

“I already know your name” he joked.

“really?” she was shocked. “how? I mean from where?”

“I called airtel and asked if they had any beautiful customers but was told they only had one Rosetta so they gave me your line and I must admit, they weren’t lying.”

She knew he was lying. Ofcourse that was a lie but it was sweet. She blushed and smiled.

“Well, am on MTN so maybe try the next girl”
They both laughed.

“Ok you got me” he chuckled. “I saw you here even yesterday. I thought you had managed to enter.” This was a purified lie.

“I wish I did.” Irritation settling in. “CBU isn’t fair. Those girls just keep entering but they already found us here. I wish I knew some people aswell coz am tired.”

“a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be standing too long on a queue of ugly girls…hehehe….I’ll be back in a bit.”

He left her smiling and atleast feeling much better. Finally she found some charming guy she could talk to. Within five minutes he was back with a buff man wearing an apron.

“Ela!” started Monk Chipo. “Rosetta Lipenga, Follow me.” She wasted no time as envious eyes from her fellow girls followed her. She entered and within a few minutes she was out, smiling, flattered and happy. Stephen was unbelievable. She walked towards one of the tables to buy a COBUSU receipt. STEPHEN sneaked behind her and stopped her.

“I have a surprise for you. Here is a COBUSU receipt for you. Just to appreciate such a beautiful girl even saying hi to me.” Her mind said no to the receipt but her body already got it. It was already written R. LIPENGA on it.
“well, Steve,” she was short of words. “why are you doing this?”
“What am I doing?” he teased. “I have never seen such beauty in my life and I couldn’t bear seeing you standing in that queue.” Every word he said was sweet.
“Please stop flattering me. Am not even that beautiful”. The entire time, that was the statement he was waiting for. His plan was officially underway. “Let me take you upstairs”

TO BE CONTINUED SHORTLY.

A PERFECT BETRAYAL

A Perfect Betrayal
Dearest dream girl
we met, we talked, we joked and we laughed.
you were pretty, splendid and soft at heart…
your beauty and your smile i loved.
i loved you. i did. we met on facebook.
I remember it all ever so clearly.
I was 18, you were 16. my sweet 16.
we wrote forever together,
made promises that amass the ordinary.
we formed a bond beyond and across the stars,
but unfortunately, like waves on a shore,
our footprints got washed away with time.
*
You led me on, gave me the illusions of happiness,
and i held on after my mistake.
i broke your heart and in turn broke mine in the process.
we met in Ndola.
you took my broken heart,
and with your warmth, you glued it together,
with you, love gave me hope,
I was a lost soul till I found you..
you were my love.
you. yes. You!
*
We shared pain and laughter,
we traded secrets,
showed our vulnerabilities,
we had nothing to hide,
not even our nakedness or shame,
for we were soulmates,
till it turned out to be just a fleeting moment,
like water and a flame,
nothing of us has remained,
except these dark patches.
*
Ironic,
how everything crumbles before your eyes,
that you are left to wonder how you missed the signs,
now what remains is the bitter regrets,
the tormenting thoughts,
the absurd imaginations of seeing you lying next to another,
perhaps thats the worst of all,
how could it be that five years down the line, we are so close to each other yet so far away?
how could it be that we keep trying so hard to stop trying so hard?
this is us and this is our story. each day I think about us and I feel sorry.
it was a perfect love story,
it was a perfect tragedy,
and it was
……….. a perfect betrayal……..

SO CLOSE YET SO FAR AWAY

The wind blows by each day,
I clearly have run out of songs to sing, poems to write or words to say.
for we are,

so close, yet, so far away.

We shared pain and laughter,
we traded secrets,
showed our vulnerabilities,
we had nothing to hide,
not even our nakedness or shame,
for we were soul-mates,
till it turned out to be just a fleeting moment,
like water and a flame,
nothing of us has remained,
except these dark patches.
*
Ironic,
how everything crumbles before your eyes,
that you are left to wonder how you missed the signs,
now what remains is the bitter regrets,
the tormenting thoughts,
the absurd imaginations of seeing you lying next to another,
perhaps thats the worst of all,
how could it be that five years down the line, we are so close to each other yet so far away?
how could it be that we keep trying so hard to stop trying so hard?
this is us and this is our story. each day I think about us and I feel sorry.
it was a perfect love story,
it was a perfect tragedy,

but why did we fight so much?
why did we not kneel together and pray?
how did we not see that we were going astray?
is this really what love is, pain, hatred, betrayal and shame?
that it should hurt me just to mention your name?

baby am tired. really tired.
I know am partly the one to blame for I took our relationship like a game.
obviously you think i care less but it was just a moment of weakness that i got careless
i may be called ruthless but am not heartless
i know my attitude of seemingly not caring was scaring.

maybe thats how we´ve found ourselves here.
everyone warned us but we refused to hear
now I fear for it is clear that our permanent end is near
we are,

SO CLOSE, YET, SO FAR AWAY