Jaachi Writes

POEM 309: SEX ON MY MIND Living a life of chastity has showed me what true freedom is and what love actually means. I am able to see my girlfriend, not as a tool for sexual gratification, but for the beautiful woman that she is, and this virtue, she carries about, with dignity and respect. My many desire for her and countless thoughts of her are not clouded with lust, but rather magnified with love. PS: I have no girlfriend but whenever I acquire one, I'll need sex on my mind, the book. Alright? ______________________ Today is the birthday of my amazing friend an author, Stephen O Davidson . Also, the official launch of his book 'Sex On My Mind' A must read for every Christian youngster cum youth, if one must ensure and maintain sexual purity. Care for a copy? Kindly CLICK HERE to place an order #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

POEM 162: SWEET SIN With unholy fury, two soles hurry into a dimly lit enclave, and like sinful souls speeding to hell's abyss, they get rid of senses and fabrics, panting like a troubadour athirst, gasping for pleasure like air. Love-making, they call it,  a failing and rising of hip-sters to the humming and moaning of soundtracks. She gives in to the pain of a first time,  pangs embracing everlasting bliss in a matrimony, unholy. True, it sublime it is,  but don't you think 'tis sin? Beyond the phallic and vulva quest are selfish desires we could put to rest. We could of this hormonal unrest fly moral flags in swift conquest, hold hands in solemn quietness and sing sacred songs and solos until our carnal-clothed souls, in virtues halved and luster spiced be joined in sinful wholes, in a matrimony, holy. Wait! It's worth it! Processional hymns, exchanges of rings, vows that bind and kisses that are real, should echo the herald of this permitted sin. Cherubs, we ought t...

POEM 122: WEATHER FOR TWO Last night the heavens cried out her heart nonstop, as I thought about you. She moaned thunderously as she came on my roof top, just then I remembered it’s a weather for two. Last night, as I laid here in my cold darkened room, My body helpless as desire seemed to consume. My bed so lonely without you next to me, steaming passion against cold burnt uncontrollably free. My teeth trembled, I froze in my lung As down my torso, flaming desires are definitely sprung. My chest bare, as the night chill gave it a rush, I moaned and I sighed, but tried hard to keep it hush. Unconsciously, my fingers dribbled down my phallus erect, My fingers slowly came to it's head, circle it's cap, as a chill flowed through, Inside of me a passion burned, so deep with thoughts of thrust in you. As sweat began to build, upon my phallus so well, I hunger for your wetness, that even more feelings can dwell. Down to my balls, my fingers did glide, Up to the tip where my pass...

IT WAS HERE We had just had our bodies washed in the bathtub – heading bodaciously down to the living room. We’re descending the staircase one step at a time;  without apparels or maybe just undies of clone nature.  We lay smooches, softly, on our bodies; licking and biting. I enjoyed the smooth: the way he placed both – his hands on my waist line.  It was so ‘finely’ done.  I felt comfortable at the way he infiltrated the elastic of my stringed ‘wear.’  He flicked thru the bushy way in an all merry-go-round manner,  and then he effortlessly withdrew his hand, Leaving me, Crave for more. He was ‘fifth’  on the stair in a ‘descend’ manner,  and I stood at the ‘fourth,’  with by back given to his hands;  that made me swoon, Impatiently, For that moment we’d lay on the couch; Mouths pouted, As in loving, Heavenly moans. I was so tucked in the mood that I thought he had moved those hands of his,  which would cause tingles in my body,...

Once a month she would wear something sexy beneath her charcoal trouser suit, something only she could know. She had stopped counting the months since her last date, let alone her last fling. She wondered what had happened to her. She used to take risks. She used to be spontaneous. She was embarrassed that she had traded it all in for a T-shirt bra and a competitive wage. She wanted more than anything to reconnect with herself, and she knew it wouldn’t happen unless she took a risk and made it happen. Mitchie wanted a break from maturity and Mark was going to provide it. They were colleagues. Mark is a cool gentle man. Mitche is the quiet wild girl. He would wink at her. She would smile and blow a kiss. Work became fun since the day Mark was posted to her branch. She knew it... they both wanted that escape from fantasy. Down the hall that connects the back exit door, they stood, staring hard and long. She pressed her back against the door and took him by the tie, pulling him to her, ...

Tonight, as I lay here in this darkened room, My body helpless as desire seems to consume.  My bed so lonely without you laying here next to me,  As steaming hot passion burns uncontrollably free.  As inside my heart, flaming desires are definitely sprung.  My lips are moistened, with my feverish tongue,  I begin to moan, but try hard to keep it hush.  My breast bare, as the night chill gives them a rush,  To delicate places, my fingers slowly come to a rest.  Tenderly, my fingers dribble down my bare breast,  I circle my nipple,  as a chill flows through,  As sweat begins to build,  upon my body so well,  Inside of me a passion burns,  so deep with thoughts of you.  I linger on to places,  that even more feelings can dwell.  As my fingers dip into the deeper depths of me.  Down to my stomach,  my fingers seem to glide,  Down to that spot,  where my passion seems to hide.  A hot...

The sun beamed furiously on me today. Almost I feared the mosquitoes I murdered last night are revenging with fierce sunburn.  I could swear I heard voices echoing  "son you'll burn!" But then I glanced around only to notice my furious sky ball evenly distributed her heat, to everyone on the street. That instant I understood the sun was on heat. Our bodies on fire. Like lovers we ruffled the sheets of time, drenched in pleasurable sweats...cumin and going...  Until climax as night falls. Flaccid, we fall in bed. Snoring away the day's effort. Even nature makes love to us. I thrust your day was well spent. #Pengician #SSA

Cum unto me I am the messiah Your anointed  one Bring in your heart like a pitcher and unto me cum. Of bliss, I preach  I make dark pleasures bleach until the white of stars blend with cloud nine like the glory of divinity engulf all shades of sin Fifty shades of seven One divine thrust,  and you'll feel heaven. No mortal odds with immortality you'll be even From moans in morn to noon and even'n I'll bee with you -  every sting, heaven every string  stricken your moans shall be music... How I rise in your praise. So cum onto me Come here, lay with me Taste of my sultry grace and drink from my embrace Cum unto me, In my father's house are many mansions If it were not so I would've told you 'Fast, take your clothes off' lay bare your soul on the altar your desires to alter until one flesh we become... I shall cloth you when I cum with the horny comb your want. So, suck Squeeze Suck even more Until you become one with my taste Until your dreams are haunted ...

Brother Paul, he carries the biggest bible his tongue knows no bridle Brother Paul, he wears worn shirts and Nile-long tie he never wears a smile. Brother Paul, he wakes the neighbourhood with messages of Jesus' love, but hates his 'sinful' neighbour. Brother Paul, he thinks I'm worldly still because I blow God a kiss. Brother Paul, he is more pious than Pastor Pius but sister Louise got laid... I'm sure he was led! #Pengician #SSA