Chronicles of Fly

Let it commence with a coordinated dishabille to rid you of those clothes that jealously hog your curves, I want me a piece of that. The scene is set to the tone of soulfully smooth romantic melodies. Like Kelly Rowland says, I will be your lover and you my motivation. Not stopping till you can’t feel your legs, till the earth starts spinning in reverse.   Let me gently remove those under garments; let me free you from their unnecessary constraints. No need to ask, tonight you can get it! Let my hands explore you; discover regions of interest on your body. Let the light of those scented candles illuminate every contour and every moan from your lips guide me. I will listen to the parts of you that do not speak in words, so that my hands, lips and tongue can pay service to those regions, so that I can give them undivided attention like a peasant paying taxes. So that I can hit your spot from so many angles you will confuse me with a vibrating sex toy. My name is not Jodie but as

Sometimes people do things to you without them even noticing. People always need help, that’s what friends are for right? But there are some of us who are more caring than others, people tend to take advantage of that and load their problems onto you. They know that you will always be there to listen, to help them and to give then a shoulder to lean on. They use you as not only a shield but as an anchor to hold on to. The problem with people is that they can smother you without even noticing it, their problems are always bigger. When you have problems, they are insignificant because of who you are. How could you possibly know about problems? That is what they ask. Whatever you are facing gets demoted to number two, and their problems are always number one. That’s the point where friendships become unhealthy, that’s when your friends start to take from you like a blood sucking leech. They do not know this, they are hardly ever conscious because you let them think that it’s normal,

I hope, actually I pray that the angels spare us a thought when they take the ones we love up to the sky. Sometimes I wish that angels especially the angel of death, would make appointments. I know I am asking for too much, but it would be great if they gave us a heads up. Just a friendly warning to say: “Yo! We going to take someone you love up to the big house, get your shit in order”. Sometimes I do wish that the angels would send an email in advance. So that we can tell those most dear to us, that we love them. That no matter how distant we have been, we love them more than we know.  Sometimes I do wish the angels would send an email in advance. So that we can pick up the phone and tell those dear to us how much we care, how lost we will be without them. How carrying on without them is possible but excruciatingly unbearable, how the thought of losing them scares the fear that we have always been aware of into us.  Sometimes I do wish that angels would send an email

Tears gracefully sauntering down her face, mind conflicted, heart racing. She assured me that she was fine as her lips met mine, in that moment we were one. Rain pelting down like bullets. Clenched in each other’s embrace; completely lost in her eyes. As her lips met mine, in that moment we were one. Seated on a bench in a deserted mall, hands intertwined like telepathic hearts. Engulfed by conversation that was rich and savory like fresh soup. As her lips met mine, in that moment we were one. Stuck in a closed loop of regret, holding on to those moments when her lips met mine, those moments when we were one. Like the two ends of a train track, we were one