I’M IN CONTROL

Shake the sleep right off my skin🎶
With your cocoa butter kisses🎶
Life is but a dream🎶
You could never be too much. 🎶

Jacob is singing in the background,
Not too loud, not to low,
Loud enough to bury the silence,
Low enough to accentuate the Sighs, moans and heartbeats as they race alongside the fire that is our breaths.

I’m kneeling behind your back,
I can read the expression on your face,
From the mirror that stands in front of you,
I can hear your thoughts as we make eye contact.

Jacob adds: I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel your embrace. 🎶

We both know I can’t wait to feel your insides.. Jacob can take that to the Bank.

You take a whiff off the blunt and pass it as we chainsmoke this passion,
I press the blunt between my lips and reach for my shaft,
You anticipate but it never touches you…
You grin in dissatisfaction and nudge backwards,
What?
You think that’s supposed to make me do what you want?

Look at me,
You turn back,
I reach retrieve the blunt and blow out smoke,
I then get a handful of your hair and pull them back,
Painful enough to result to an escaped groan,
Just enough to have your head tilted up so that our eyes meet in the mirror,
I need not utter a word,
Read my lips…
I AM IN CONTROL.

I LOVE YOU… I GUESS

My attention span is like that of a toddler but my senses as sensitive as paper to fire,

You sigh in sheer ecstasy but my mind is lost in the melody that is raindrops serenading me through the iron sheets,

Do you know of the Doshi saying?

Well, skia uzito,

Forget my name and curse at me instead,

Glare your eyes wide open at me when I hit depths no other doshi has,

Yes! Bite your lower lip and look sexy,

Mostly because you know it awakens the beast inside of me,

But no! This isn’t about me,

This is about me inside of you.

Come out of the shallow waters, hair glistening with your head tilted back and the prisoners that are moans and gasps for air escaping your lips,

Curled toes as a sign of a finish line that draws nearer with every stroke,

Yes dig your nails in to my back for this is not the summer,

I won’t be out swimming any time soon,

No! Don’t bite your lip, here’s my earlobe instead,

Yes, murmur your only intentions,

News Just In, (Not Beiber)

I hope I don’t cum soon.

I am the teacher today,

My questions need no hands, raise your legs instead.

Let the ceiling stare in jealousy as we shame Adele’s melodies and Whitney Houston’s harmonies as the bed cracks in despair,

Let our organs shame Beethoven’s symphony,

And as we both draw closer to this finish line,

Let the noise shame Dr.Dre’s beats

As the finish line that was,

*****

Breathes heavy

*****

Finish line that is

*****

Fini

*****

I love you too.

Message to self, Fuck, I didnt mean that!

Your reply echoes in my sleep.

I love you too,

I love you,

I love,

I lo,

I…

****

Walukana.

MIGHT F AROUND AND FALL IN LOVE

I’d write you a love letter saying how I miss you
Saying how the gap between us has grown bigger due to the distance
Were it measurable it would equal the gap between the sea and the sky,

But I’d be beating around the Bush
And unlike Moses I don’t have the stature to face a burning one.

Truth is I crave to feel your tongue against mine once again,

To have your lips dance on mine just the way tropical mints do, effortlessly
And your fingers on my back prompting erections on every follicle on my back
And pumping blood to every vein that is responsible for arousal.

Truth is, I miss the feel of your hand whenever you wrap your palm around my member
The sighs and moans that escape your throat and find life after your lips
Oh! That’s music to my ears
Your tongue lashing on my neck
And your teeth gnashing by my ear
Before subtly nibbling on my lobes.

But fuck that, I’m trying too hard to come off sweet.

I want to hold you by the throat against the wall as I stare in to your eyes and ask you about that guy who you know watches you hang your laundry outside

Or that colleague that more often than not sends you a complimentary text because you dressed to impress him

And you’d caress my ego with your lies about how you care less
And with me inside you I’d believe every word you say in candour up until I feel your legs shake beneath me…

And then,

Just Maybe,

It is then that I’d allow your blood flow resume normalcy.

SPELL!!

“That wasn’t so bad.I mean, she was a little lazy at first but she kind of took to the right lane moments later.”

She was sighing, she had my name all over her lips and kept chanting the Almighty’s name whenever she caught breath…
Now, now, now, hold your horses brothers, sisters, friends and dear strangers. This isn’t about that particular encounter.

Or is it?

Why don’t you tag along and maybe… just maybe you’ll find out.
Okay, lets start here.

Ushaifua nguo alafu unaanika kwa kamba after which unaziangalia apo and you take a huge gasp of air and feel content cascade through every inch of your tired self?

Well, how about that sunny-cum-windy day that you did the same and ukarudi ndani ya nyumba to perhaps meet a different chore and laaaaater on, ukatoka nje ukapata zimekauka?

How did that feel?

Even much more contentious, yes?
Well, izo ni nguo.

How about you?

I’m sure you’ve had…

Dry lips,

Dry scalps,

And the father or mother (sitaki kua biase) of them all is the DRY SPELL.

No. Not the sexual dry kind of spell.

Nope. I mean dry letters… you know, the ones you can’t spell thus the term dry spell?

Haha!! I’m just messing. I did mean the prior.
“… Hankins had been prying after this particular nerd for quite a while now and finally he got the chance to not only kiss her but also…”

The air was tense and my heart raced. She exhaled heavily and the sensual feeling of that air upon my skin was enough to erect my follicles and rigid my brother. : ) I snaked an arm around her waist and veered her body across the couch and allowed her to straddle me…

Her eyes were close to almost being shut, you know, the 15% kinda open, you’d think you was high, but I understood her, the moment took me to great highs too. Her lips were not fruits but they were full of passion.

Her glare was deep and intense and this drove every bit of doubt I had to the sides of my brain and washed them out through my ears. She cupped my head and drew closer but didn’t reach her destination. I presumed her shy character was still fighting within. My eyes caressed her entire face; from her perfect hairline to her (now almost non-existent) bushy eyebrows to her cute nose and finally resting upon her luscious full lips. I decided to take my manly role and threw my hook in to the waters with the faith that I’d catch me a nice big fish. I paused millimeters from her her and exhaled the hot air that had seemingly banked in my lungs. Her response made me feel like a million light bulbs judging on the intensity by which I was turned on. Based on how she married her lips to mine, it was evident she was getting over the edge. I contemplated snaking my hands even lower but couldn’t master the courage to do so.

This was me shying from holding her **** even after she was right on top of me and obviously getting replies from the areas in contact. She let go of my right cheek and grabbed my left arm placing it upon her. This was enough to make me moan inside her mouth and she seemed to rub it the right way.

Her tongue knocked seeking access and I parted my lips to allow for the same. Our tongues danced to the rhythm played by the heat song dropped as a result of the collabo of our sighs.

Our bodies joined the rhythm and her lower body danced to a tune I hadn’t heard of before… I subconsciously grabbed her hair pulling her back and m…
“… and here we go again… history has its way of doing somersaults on us…”(fade out)

*Music*credits*”
How I never got to finish this movie…?

I am yet to affirm how this was and still is the case.

Title?

I remembered not.
So please, if any one of you knows a movie starring a Hankins, help a ninja out.