Today

the bubbles rise from the sea into my arm

the blood trickles down
i do this to myself
i say
its for my own good

people will ask
but i’ll just run
from them
the same way
i run from it all

and i had the noose ready
without interruption
i could have been done with it all
i was all so close
it was all in my reach

i could have been gone
by today

 

In Memoriam – PV Obeng #RIPObeng

Heard about the death of Victor P Osei today. Hearsay has it that he died of asthma. The number of people dying these days who matter, is heartbreakingly increasing.

#RIPObeng

In birth, all is clear
No doubt about that
In death, all is clear.
What then is ‘all‘?

Baobab tree, now dead
Once stood this tall
And green.

17-May-2014, © Sena Quashie

One | Erotic Poetry

Looking into the past, present and future
I awaken the passion locked inside
Building up flames as I look into your eyes
And bringing forth all your wildest desires

Like a sweetened piece of ripened fruit
A bee is to honey and this erotic meeting of two bodies.

In my sexual wanton, I’m close to starvation
This is my new beginning now, you see
I want to absorb you, and savor your taste
Manifesting this heated passion and desire as lust

An animalistic passion in its unrivalled reign
With fluids running from their respective channels
There’s a pleasure in our thrust, terminating the pain
On full throttle, a blissfully savage beat without restrain

In and out, deeper, sexual moans and grunting sounds
A one on one match, loud cries with wild sighs surround
A seductive precision accompanying arching moans
Breathing together in no harmonious tones

An orgasmic arrival to griping and sucking sounds
Choked in your tight wetness, supported by the slap of your thighs
I’m releasing life’s liquid deep into your willingness
As we climb to heights, blossomed and bloomed.

A perfect moment, with two people in a passionate tune
Body, mind and soul now calmly rest, catching our breathe
Composed to lie next to each other, two bodies joined naked
As separate cores, not divided in souls; we started as two
Now we end as one.

Not A One Night Stand – #WOrgasm

Today I start a new series called #WOrgasm. It deals with story and poetry used to cause sexual stimulation. Your poems are equally invited. I call it #VerbalStimulation. Here’s one such poem. And it crude I know More After The Cut Continue reading

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POEM: Don’t Underestimate Me

Don’t underestimate me;
Don’t think that because I’m short and weak,
You can bring me down.

My soul is as strong as the furious sea can be.
My fist may not carry the strength of Cuchulain,
But the damage my whole being can cause,
Can be compared to the worst ancient battle.

My reflection is of a soft and delicate spring flower.
But inside of me, beats the heart of a warrior.

A beast that at any sign of danger,
Reveals its claws.

I can give you soft kisses;
I can care for you in my arms;
I can give you the world,
Or I eat you alive,
I can swallow you whole.

Don’t underestimate me;
I’m hot as LAVA;
I’m cold as ICE.

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Happy Moments

The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully.
It sways to the left, right, and into my shallow hilarity.
I never laughed that way to such, there must be some magic to it.
And so, it waves here and there, and I, giggling from ear to ear.

The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully.
I almost tumble and get lost in it with sheer delight,
Until I glance at you, and you’re beaming no where else but at me.
Has anyone told you that you look the cutest with that smile?

The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully.
I turn to it again, yet I desire more glimpse of your face.
I peek at you once more and get an unfaltering effect.
What’s wrong with you? I think, but everything feels so goddamn right.

The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully.
It’s a spectacle, yes, yet something else steals my attention.
If only I can stare back at you and still get that same look,
God, I will do anything to make Father Time freeze the moment!

I remember the fountain danced and I watched it cheerfully.
Looking back, you might be grinning ‘cause I was too petty.
But, heck, who cares if for that I got extremely gratified,
I can insult my intelligence for more rounds of that.

And now…

The Fountain may dance once more and I can watch it cheerfully.
But you smiling right at my side may never happen again.
After the tears and hurtful words that ruined us and our trust,
‘least there are happy moments like this that I can cherish in mind.

Shot By A Silver Bullet

They arrived,
Skins; pale as the dying moon
Speech; slurred as the tranced Tsali’s

We were
Open
Our claws retracted
Our growls turned to purrs
The humbled lion’s teeth, now harmless.

They arrived,
Their guns; rusty from idleness.
Their chambers unloaded; bullets astray.

We were
Open
Our frowns; upside down
Our mood; servile and post coital.
Recovering from making love with cotton and silk.

They arrived,
Poised to overtake and control.
Gun chamber; loaded, soldiers; ready.

We were
Open
Our thoughts towards them; guileless
Our guard; let down
Blinded by the silver and cotton.

They came
Guns down

We were
Kings
Shot off our golden thrones by silver bullets.

Open Instincts

Open;
dewy bud,
petals fragrant,
thorns soft, friendly.

Open;
claws retracted,
growl turned to purr
teeth harmless.

Open;
rusty with oblivion,
chamber unloaded,
bullet; Cupid’s arrow.

Open;
frown upside-down
mood; post-coital,
heartache free to enter.

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High Love

I was feeling kinda down and as usual I spoke to her to uplift me with her voice. Suddenly we started talking about how I feel when  she calls me and I realized I actually felt sorta high and like my Pastor would say, something in me just felt like writing this. Pardon me if it's not comprehensive.... 

 

Let me be
Your coke.
Breathe me
Into your system.
Let me course through
Your veins
And leave you…
Happy.

Let me be your
Weed.
Draw me into your
Very soul
Let me fill your
Head and heart,
Blur the edges of
Your pain.

I am your
Contraband.
Use me
Anyway you want;
Behind closed doors,
In soft-lit rooms,
With happy-music playing.
Take me into you.

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