Skip to main content

Sexual Messiah




What I would do for just a few seconds alone with you
I don't know if it's something you fantasize about too
But it's not just another love story with a happy ending
It's a love making so you better lie down and enjoy reading

Grabbing you gently and covering your lips with mine
I'll kiss you so tenderly none can tell not even time
I'll wait for you to catch your breath
Before plunging down in love with you to unimaginable depth

I would slide my fingers underneath your skirt
And touch your mound non stop until you turn pink and squirt
Then I will lower my head between your thighs and have a taste of your passion
As I guide your palm to my insatiable erection

I would stand back and watch you gasp in ecstasy
And bask in the glory of my pleasurable fantasy
Like a king I would command you to assume several positions
As a servant I would shower you with unquestionable attention

Like a fountain you will open up and swallow me all
While I do pushups with the skill of a world title wrestler in Sundays night RAW
Yes you will shout and squeal with pleasurable awe
While you beg and cry asking me for a little bit more

On the twin tower bed I would kiss you all over
Till you would confess I am truly the world's best lover
Then I would finger your emotions till you are mad with desire
And surrender your heart and soul to me and proclaim me your sexual Messiah

As a lamb to the slaughter house goes
With a knife to the throat it surrender whole
Blindly I would increase my thrusts until you yell and moan
As I bring you home to climax in spite of sweats and groans

One minute silence shall pass or maybe five
While we reminisce and relish the best moments of our life
This insatiable thirst not even the ocean of love pouring from your breasts can satisfy
Requires more than a few seconds of love  for it to multiply

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

I am not afraid of the storm Facing it alone isn't something I would lose sleep over But I want to conquer with you Set anarchy to never after Bring liberty to forever more Alone we are survivors, caging the fiercest waves Swimming the deepest seas But, hand in hand we would drown the ocean You and I, we would drink the rivers dry And spit out islands Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne Authorpreneur

I hate my Job

Warning: Strong adult content 18+ I hate my job My boss, Miss Patricia, is a tyrant 40+, beautiful angelic face and even more perfect body, with a lovely smile, that she hardly uses, single mom of two beautiful teenage girls, whose pictures are hung everywhere in our offices. While her exterior is sweet and beautiful, her interior is dark and evil. Always barking orders at the rest of us, like children, her voice is so loud you wonder where she has the energy to scream in such a high note all the damn time She is so feared, her car horn is enough to immediately drown whatever noise or laughter is coming from the entire building The popular saying among us, her staff members, is that the fear of Patricia's horn is the beginning of wisdom I spent years searching for a job in the streets of Lagos, begging even, embarrassed by security men and spat at by lousy and saucy receptionists, to quit this one just like that. We die here! I was prepared to eat shit for as long as I could, so I ...

The Law Man

*Longshot* "Aim!" "Fire!" kraaakkkk kaaaaaaaa krrrrrrrr!!! Sounds of gunshots rendered the air as six policemen died, all tied to the drum and shot by their comrades. Six corrupt policemen once again killed on the orders of the new police chief, totalling 600 since Nonso was elected Police chief read the Star Newspaper. The biggest and most popular newspaper agency in the country. Nonso holds the record as the youngest police chief in the history of the Nigerian police force. And the most lethal. He singlehandedly ended the reign of terror by the SARS operatives, totalling disbanding the unit, executing most of them to the dismay and utter disbelief of the local and international community. How can one man weild so much power, and why is the presidency backing him up. But Nonso was not just any man, Nonso was the man you called to clean up a mess and he did it without leaving a trace of stink nor stench. At 35, his resume was a reflection of unsurpassable exploits a...