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Consistent with that belly spin

My mind made mad as I watched and prayed

Her transparent short gown screaming ready to be laid

It was close to the original sin.

Sweats so thick, the music all men would choose to listen

Her hands on my hairy chest with moans so displayed

Stolen kisses inevitable with more moans ‘stained

There was no going back, her twin melons claimed all in.

A grip of my keister

The wildness in her eyes, a suspect

Evident that she wanted more than heavy petting and fondling.

Innocent me clearly scared of that encounter

A rabbit hunt in my underpants, a sacral fellatio from an expert

Her conduct matured for the cookie, with lack of balls I sort to running.


                             OKOCHA OBED



My name is Okocha Obed, you can call me Obeezy. I love to display aesthetics through my inkβ€”I must say writing is my small world. I consider myself a deep writer; I say I am deep because I have discovered that part about myself, even, my fabulous audience share same view. I believe in connecting to all kind of persons as there is always something to learn from everyone. I see myself as an actor; to stay on the stage, I need to think ink. The voice is a reflection of myself and my conscience. I always felt I could be like superman while growing up. It was pretty ridiculous so all I did was dream of being a soldier. It was abortive. So I created a world where I could keep talking about the ills in my community but with other flavours to show I am growing into completeness. keep reading.

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