Truth, Beauty, Freedom, And Love

Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and Love

I saw her raising her smooth long legs for all eyes to see her alluring thighs as she danced in unison with the other pretty women in the cancan. It was like a scene from the Moulin Rouge, and as I was leering at her, something snapped in my brain and I woke up. I turned to look at her still sleeping quietly like a baby by my side. She was topless and I gazed at her heaving chest as she was breathing. I felt like kissing her big round breasts, but I rose from the sofa bed and decided to open the wooden windows. It was still dark as I opened the windows to be greeted by the dawn chorus of the canaries and other birds. I felt the cool breeze of spring as the wind blew into my studio. She stirred and mumbled some inaudible words and turned to a new sleeping position, exposing those alluring smooth thighs. I swallowed two lumps of saliva as I felt the urge to caress them again. I sighed and decided to pull the duvet over them and walked to my chaise longue to read a book I left there last night, the poems of Wole Soyinka, who is the first African Nobel laureate in Literature. I was still stark naked and as I sat down, the leather warmed my penis and balls. I turned to her again, the beauty of my truth. She yawned and unconsciously spread her legs wide apart as if rejecting the covering of the duvet, and I could not resist going to the muse of my freedom and my sweetest love.
To touch you and to hold you.
To kiss you and to feel you.
Kissing you is so exciting and making love to you is so thrilling.


By Ekenyerengozi Michael Chima
Tuesday, 17 March, 2009

@poster
nice book you got there

No.

I wrote this on the spur of the moment.

Like now, I am at work in the office and reading posts on Nairaland and getting inspired by the thoughts of others.

So the name at the bottom of the write up, that's urs?

Omo wetin na?