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HER FIERY FURY

“I called for a burn …but you left me a yearn I called for a whip …but you gave me with a bib I called for a scar …but you left me a “duh”! What is this? What at all is this? Ib When my lust comes to feed I need a bone that can […]

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POETRY

LIGHT FROM IN

Touch me in And not out Then my glow will show In the glass of love Touch inside out And not outside in For thieves break in to steal in the dark Making light their enemy In the stealing territory II I need a carer And not a thief I need to glow Not to […]

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POETRY

FUNNY HARVESTORS

Kwame Osei climbs trees Whenever he me sees He says he’ll pay my fees Then whine like bugged bees But whenever papa sees, he flees II Kojo Dzakpasu agbadza dances Whenever he me sees in his chances He, his muscles enhances As he my face glances Warning all to watch their stances Behaving like a […]

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LOVE SOCIAL

SENSUOUS SCENT

Scents so strong Streaming on sensuous sense Seek sacharineous solace in style In my sense. II Sweetened sweats sow seeds Of swords which scream sabotage Seething with insanity in the centre of my world And sure, you sweep my seeings with Serpent’s tongue only to serve me Sins of sorrow III So I’m that sorry […]

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BROKEN PRIDE (LUSTING HAIKU)

Stretchings stretch satins Seeing soft sweet symphonies Sacrosanctly slide II Even emperors stand  Ear-bashings without bating An eye in public III Lust leads litany Listening to lewd lessons In untold labour IV Reason! You Rabbi Reason! Fake romance repines The ranter  with time V Read through the patterns Satins are replaceable  Pride when broken sucks […]

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MUST BE A SWEET APPLE

How will it taste like? What will it be like? Could my heart be a pump? Must be a sweet apple.   I shiver when I see I run without a fee Could my heart be a pump? It must be a sweet apple.   There are those goosebumps It is me who get the […]

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ADULTS ONLY

Lying cold in the dark I see a strong you coming from the dark To draw many a tingly sweet mark Of love, of passion, of pleasure, a mark Of possession, of addictive sweet mild scents, a reassuring mark On this love famished body   I see it start from the soles of my feet […]