By John Chizoba Vincent
the road went blind
two blind couples on
each other finding out
how pleasure tastes
they went in & out of
each other selfishly
By Raphaelmary Chukwudi
She was a Montelo blonde and she was odd. Odd that the Montelos were known for their ancestral black hair. She was the first Montelo blonde.
She made no friend, had dim eyes and little lips not meant for much talk.
By Ajenifuja Adetokunbo
The cold was growing stronger by each passing moment. So was my feelings for her.
Between us, on the mahogany log, was what seemed a mile but I wished we were skin-to-skin close. Our eyes rested on the pathway leading to the farm. Our minds
By Michael Ace
We can’t talk about love and close all chapters of lust. They work hand in hand.
Scarlet Silk is a collection of poems themed on lust, just as the title depicts. I have always stood against the condemnation of poets who explore lust because poetry in its own kind encompasses all areas of our life. Poetry
By Michael Ace
Rough ride down her
Knocks hard and harder
She wants to lick the writer
She’s driving me to my climax
Drain these bottles all upon me
Let me make one more blink
Then my sanity shudders
Pull my lollypop out
Go pants down
By Tolulope Esho
(based on a true event)
The bitter truth about George Simon was his weight, physically he was fat and round, the fat hung on his neck like a rounded ringworm, big and large were his two arm and a stomach that protruded like a pregnant woman.
By Esomnofu Ebelenna
Cucumber is your favourite fruit of all time. Your
father knows it. Your mother knows it. Your sister
knows it. Your brother knows it. Your roommate in
the university knows it. Even your professors know it.
Why, then, was Emeka, your fiancé, ignorant of the
fact that you are so besotted to cucumber?
Reader’s Discretion : Strictly for 18 years and above
By Tolulope Esho (Thiorlu)
It rained heavily that night. The darkness was so thick that it was almost impossible to make out the feature of anything. I walked quickly, with my feet floating across muds that were like teary eyes on the ground till I got to the bus station. The bus had not arrived yet, and I had to wait for it.