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analice107:
I thought this thread was in Family and talking about perverts who want kids? How did it become so romantic? Make una spare my holy heart, e don tay wey i dey try to deny am things.

firstEVA:
I smell jealousy

postmann:
There're moral shackles of imprisonment. Finding a common ground between crudity and innuendo without losing much of the message is tough.

We didn't whisper aloud actually. Glo wasn't a good friend neither were you helpful leaving me with as little clue as possible what you look like.
A thousand inspiration would have born just by a glance at your face.

analice107:
I thought this thread was in Family and talking about perverts who want kids? How did it become so romantic? Make una spare my holy heart, e don tay wey i dey try to deny am things.

Ishilove:
Okay lemme try, but it will be in prose form.

*giggles nervously*


[b]In the dark shadows of my mind, when all is silent, well, except for the crickets singing outside my window and that loathsome 'nkapi' on his way to some devious nocturnal journey (most likely to raid my gari bag and leave little bacteria infested droppings to spite me, black on white, black on white), I try to dwell on what is holy, and what is edifying...but alas, my restless mind refuses to cooperate.

I keep thinking of you: is he tall, or is he short? Naturally fair, bleaching, chocolate skinned or charcoal black?

Does he belong to the beard gang, or did he, like the one born after my birth of mother of mine, use crayfish and methylated spirit to achieve the straggly hirsute triumph that he now carves weekly at that Shylock barber, Kazeem Hair Palace?

Is his chin nkriki nkriko or as smooth as baby's backside?

Are his teeth as large as white coloured shovels? Or do they look like that of 'Donkey' in 'Shrek'? White or brown like he snacks on kolanut and snuff?

Is he bald like Stone Cold Steve Austin, or endowed with a rich Leonine mane like Kongi?

Potbelly like my mother's cooking pot, or washboard abs, hard enough for me to grind egusi seeds?

How does he smell? The pungent odour of a typical man? Does he use Sosolobia or Dolce and Gabbana?

Is he hard in body and soft in spirit, or soft in body and hard in spirit? Does his cheeks dimple when he smiles? Does he have a cleft chin? Are his hands warm and gentle when he holds a lady's hands, or they callused, made rough like by honest farm work?

I do not think of you in your baser nature, made helpless in my seeking hands, atavistic passions ignited that multiply the human race, sweat, hearts beating, mingled with heat to produce the perfect rhythms. One heart, one soul, one body, united by ancient stirrings and mutual burning desires.

No, I dwell on you as you are now, a shadowy figure with the gift of the pen! [/b]

Ishilove:
It goes both ways, my dear _postmann

What's fair's fair

postmann:
Nice prose only stunted by the same shackles of carefulness



[b]But yet you wonder
A devil dust of thoughts
Spinning in a restless intrigue
To uncover my frame
But here I am; a brown garment
Coated in rich, curly furs;
A towering head crisscrossed at six-feet-four
Built like a tree trunk
Can you withstand my smouldering embrace?
Can your thighs make a firm grip
Enduring intensed spasm atop your mountain?
I take my lover prisoner in a love-grip
Arresting your wrists above your head
In a helpless surrender you arched your loins
Yeilding to my incarceration
You would feed through my lips and groin
While your hands remain cuffed above your head
A tongue-ful of sticky dessert
Parting your lips to your palate
A rush of warm breath
Nibbles and sucking
Lips for appetiser
The fullness of your groin
A gentle feminine mold
V-eeing down into a dark crescent
Deep probe and thrust
Cleaving through your labia
Muscle against tender flesh
Brutality in ecstasy
A seismic, rhythmic motion,
Breasts jingling in tremor
To the savagery of pounding flesh...[/b]

postmann:
You're just being elusive. Ladies first!

postmann:
Nice prose only stunted by the same shackles of carefulness



[b]But yet you wonder
A devil dust of thoughts
Spinning in a restless intrigue
To uncover my frame
But here I am; a brown garment
Coated in rich, curly furs;
A towering head crisscrossed at six-feet-four
Built like a tree trunk
Can you withstand my smouldering embrace?
Can your thighs make a firm grip
Enduring intensed spasm atop your mountain?
I take my lover prisoner in a love-grip
Arresting your wrists above your head
In a helpless surrender you arched your loins
Yeilding to my incarceration
You would feed through my lips and groin
While your hands remain cuffed above your head
A tongue-ful of sticky dessert
Parting your lips to your palate
A rush of warm breath
Nibbles and sucking
Lips for appetiser
The fullness of your groin
A gentle feminine mold
V-eeing down into a dark crescent
Deep probe and thrust
Cleaving through your labia
Muscle against tender flesh
Brutality in ecstasy
A seismic, rhythmic motion,
Breasts jingling in tremor
To the savagery of pounding flesh...[/b]

Ishilove:
It's not being elusive, it's called 'level playing ground', gerrit?

It's a man's world, so I insist on what I have insisted on

Ishilove:
Postmann, I'm blushing and flushing in places I didn't even know are capable of producing heat

postmann:

Okay, if you say so. Let's see how the wind will blow.

KingEbukasBlog:

Ishilove:
Post.mann, I'm blushing and flushing in places I didn't even know are capable of producing heat

Ishilove:
My sister, we are exercising our freedom of association and romance

postmann:
Let the heat travel yet further beyong organic responds
Let your inhibitions melt away in the heated steam of passion.

analice107:
You are good. You should write.
I hear you have a blog? Can we read?

Ishilove:
How do I respond to such...such...promise?

I am inexperienced in the ways of the flesh, so your words have left my head spinning like a carousel.

I am, I must confess, a little off kilter, Monsieur Postmann the giant

analice107:
Hahahahahahahahaha. pls permit me to be jealous small nah enh, Ishi is getting all the attention. is that fair?

Ishilove:
Egwooooooooooo!! I just screamed in my office.

Oburogwoloko!!!

*faints*

postmann:
You need the touch of an expert devout
Slow and steady learning your scriptures
Verse after verse flipping your pages slowly
In a timeless devotion.

firstEVA:
bwahaha

Ishilove:
I'm too conservative to let flowery, albeit beautiful words melt away my inhibitions. Especially from one who refuses to give me a glimpse of his visage.

postmann:
You need the touch of an expert devout
Slow and steady learning your scriptures
Verse after verse flipping your pages slowly
In a timeless devotion.

postmann:
Love is a free flowing river, flowing in a blind trust to nature's call. It knows no fear or limit until it has run its course.

Live like a river. Give and give completely.

KingEbukasBlog:
Im on this thread like

https://persephonemagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/colbert-popcorn.gif

Ishilove:
When I give, I give completely and selflessly, but only to a worthy recipient.

Ishilove:
Let me lap up the enlightening dew from your fountain of experience, o expert devout...

postmann:
Then what are your wars?
I'll go to battle to earn the prize
But then, where's the compensation so far,
A remuneration for the battle won already?
I demand your face!

postmann:
You only have to close your eyes trusting my guide. Paradise awaits such faith.