Jaachi Writes

Ediye Series: Let Me Caress You With My Eyes whenever i look you in the eye i see a ray of sunshine streaming down on me with joy and laughter but there's more that I'm after let me caress you with my eyes, ediye mmi whenever i let my fingers wander down south your country side you glow resplendence and welcome my prying fingers in your residence but there's more that I'm after let me  caress  you with  my eyes, ediye mmi whenever our eyes meet and our stares clasp in visual caresses a camouflage of currents waft inside of me crawling up high above eight clouds nesting you and I on the ninth none else nothing else seek I after, but you, and i and us lost in visual caresses #EdiyeSeries #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

how to make music draft the lyrics jazz, somewhat afrocentric run your fingers on her skin make her moan a symphony and when she finds her voice, dive in and never pause let the music play on beyond time until a crescendo of cloud nine this, dear son, is how to make music #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

my love is like the full moon  it empties himself  on the canvas of rainbow colours spilling silvery streaks of my soul into the damp tunnel   of my lover letting go all of me,  drip by drip pouring   every ounce  of liquid magic into her pores creeping  stealthily  into places the sun of lust couldn't  kiss   and making the night a black moment of colourful dreams my love is like the full moon   Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!

POEM 283: HOW TO WRITE A POETICA Start off by imagining yourself in a race If you’re stuck with prospects, maybe choose a familiar face. Consider your heartbeat and the fire in her eyes. Will the embers be golden, or just eros bright? Imagine a caress, a kiss filled with tongue plays. Trembling fingers running down a steeple of napes. Imagine wild, go dreamy or naughty as you wish Try versing how this imagery makes you feel. Now run through her thighs with your breathe. Kiss. Tease. Tongue. Flap. Deep. Smell. Breath. Touch. Tell me, what do you hear? Are the moans so faked, too soft or just faint? This fantasy creation or lady you know imagine her screaming and then make her glow. Take her to Jupiter, spin her around, does she curl in satisfaction or call for another round? Turn down the volume, or set it to loud. Make it lubricated, tease with the crown. Make her flush with colour brighter than light until she feels vanquished in the coital fight. Then turn off the heat, try making he...

POEM 151: ASHES AND SMOKE Gather around me like fireworks and let our lips strike one against the other like stones to make fire. Let's intertwine as the flame go wild. Let our hearts swish by like the wind and feed this inferno down our torso with oxygen, your flame with mine, to form a volcano of emotions, let my smoke kiss your neck until our desires go berserk into ashes. Let the thick smoke of this raging desire rise nine levels higher into the clouds your name on my lips mine on yours as in satisfaction you lisp. #356DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you!

POEM 141: god (after Micheal 's Eros Gospel) Holy writs and passage rites Incarnations, creeds and cross Libations and human sacrifice all in the search for god. Crescent and Baphometh Symbols and holy lands Voodoo and amulets yet god's not yet found. "Vibrating lips like guitar chords hymnals escaping in rhythmic moans hips rising and falling like waterfalls" - the gospel of Eros. I can't believe mankind's still searching for god She's not too hard to find. - Stefn Sylvester Anaytonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you!

POEM 139: KISSES MAKES ME TIPSY For every kiss on the lips,  there is a rose in hand and a staggering mock dance possessing wandering limbs. For every beat of your heart There is a smile sitting on my face... Found, in you, the winning horse in a race I'll ride hard until the finish line. For tips touched and tipsy kisses I'm drunk, down and drowning in you. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you! 

POEM 129: FOR OPEOLUWA Here's a glass of fine wine Brewed from my heart of hearts. Let's drink to our fill Until our hearts together we feel. Come slip your fingers into mine And let our bodies intertwine. Let nothing in between you and me Deny you a piece of me. Winter is near and cold it becomes In you, my lady I will thrust. I know they think it's just a poem But you Opeoluwa knows it's more than a poem. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you. 

HER GARDEN When God made thee He planted Eden in thy arms that I should rest this head He planted the noisy streets of ancient Rome. ...and when're I come with rejoicing and find a forbidden hedge of thorns, I weep like the damned in Hades. I survey thy borders on Sundays, Walk miles around on Mondays, Trounce impatience on Tuesdays, and weep at thy two-leaved gate on Wednesdays. I think on thy refreshing Tigris on Thursdays and fancy sighs of thy vegetation on Fridays blowing softly into a lute bitterest dirges on Saturdays. Seasons going in circles and yet am I no where nigh the tree of life which I long to pluck from to live forever in thy arms. Fair woman unfair thou art to this man who would spread not his tentacles where the blooms of other gardens call. Here before your fenced garden I plant my being given to a holy lust of thy fragrance the north-wind steals to my desperate soul till you let me in. - Martins Deep

POEM 78: LIPS, FINGERS & WHAT LIES BENEATH (Inspired by Sim) Full luscious lips, Would love to have a kiss. Fingers long and nice Would love with them mine entwine  The mold of softness that lie beneath Would love my eyes could see. But a lad can only dream of sultry dames and moans of sweet refrains. And a lad can only wish and squirt a pint of ink. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA