Gregarious, Shy, and untainted – transparently my life style a decade ago. Indolent or whatever, that is one feature of mine that is a complete stranger to my awesome grades in secondary school days (winks!) taah! Nothing like that!! My usual expression of disgust whenever my peers, back then, weep over a heart break or sing into my skeptical ears “I LOVE HER” my life, which spanned from the era of sucking mama’s breast to the jss 3 era, was completely void of emotional attachment. I considered this kind of life style the very best. Senior secondary was the phase 2 and I was wholesomely proud to wear my starched white shirt with a well iron navy blue trouser; it will not be incorrect to say that I wore an apparel “confidence” due to my ability to stay clear from emotional strings. Frankly preaching against teenage love affair (if not for my lazy nature, a profession of essays would have gone viral) but little did I know that life had plans. O white Jesus! Tell me you get the point. It was no dream blood, cupid struck. Let me put a smile on your face.
It all happened on a Sunday (hmmm!) it was even after service. Due to personal conviction that I was on some awesome outfit, I thought it dope to grin for my camera. Being selective, I wondered about the church building hoping I find a worthy background. I found a background but it had occupants; for I could clearly see two ladies in soft conversation “where has she been all my life?” jeez! it is not imprinted in my nature to ponder on things like that but I glaringly did. I watched from a distance and could not help but to expand my eyes. One of the girls struck me – hey! I am so sure about this – plus it took me quite some spent minutes to breathe properly and come to absolute awareness that there was an existing lacuna or gap between my upper lip and lower lip. I managed to say to myself, “wonderfully made” Sunday night was unusually long and so was my vivid imagination devouring her lips in mine. “aargh! So fast a move”- this I said – she was all in my dream. I wished I gathered sufficient ball that day I saw her with her friend. I regretted “what could her name possibly be?”
Ever had mushy feeling within you? Guess I am living proof. I felt like my heart was flushed. I could not wait for another Sunday. Gosh! She is so damn fine. Sunday came, I came, and so did a girl wearing a black gown just struggling to lie around her knee region – wow! It was her. I could not focus in church as I used a substantial part of the time to access all her admirable features. Church was set to close and and I was set give her a well structured and rehearsed speech. I managed to say “hey” and she looked at me but merely gave a nod. My rehearsed lines failed me and I resorted to sing words like “so”, “uhmm”, “well…” mehn! She was not even helping matters, she kept a straight face and said scanty things. I got home really moody – did not even eat like I used to. The more I tried to get over her after all it is just a crush (so I thought). the more I tried to forget her the more I remember her lovely and definitely perfect eyes, juicy lips, killing smile, angelic voice and a lookable body features all I wanted to do was to know her more for I only knew her name she is Sarah. I did no rehearsals and waited for yet another Sunday.
On the third Sunday, I met her and established one or two things. I saw her smile – struggled to hold back a blush. I got her contact and winked her goodbye. The calling streak was severe but it seemed to me that she like me a little. We kept getting closer and closer and closer. I saw her in my head perpetually. I kiss her in my dreams every night. I wanted her I loved her personality; I even loved her obdurate nature. Months past, I admitted my feelings. A couple of month in furtherance rolled by and she did same. We had agreements I.e upon which our bonds lies. The closer we got, the more I realised that I am never going to be complete without her. We planned a meeting and we happened to be alone. It was a breezy evening. It was supposed to be out normal meeting but a flavour made this one special – due to the distance that served as a threat was sitting pretty close to me that out skin contact was inevitable. My heart was seemingly not pumping blood (seemed like it was undergoing several gallops) I managed to say I missed you.” My right palm was meticulously placed on her left thigh seemed to respond to my every hand action in the affirmative – she has desperation all over saying saw I was examining her lips. I drew closer to her and was clearly grabbing her waist to myself like a customer grabbing a ticket to see a movie. Our eyes met and hers gave the approval our nose met, her head bent sideways and I inserted my tongue in hers. It was all hot passion- I felt a Bluetooth connection from within. She blushed and place her head on my shoulder. I felt her submission and dedication towards keeping me. I believed instantly that cupid struck both of us and love brought us together.
Hey! I love you sugar. I have no intention of breaking us now. Want you jealously in my arms, kissing your juicy lips endlessly just like I kissed you.

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