rom the moment we met
you were reaching inside me
sifting the detritus
and grabbing at my heart
but it shimmied and swirled
just out of your reach.And the whorl of your fingerprints
drew constellated patterns
on the surface of my neck
until I broke free
from the danger of choking
on words I hadn’t said.
And when you moved to smother me
in an embrace of disguised affection,
I positioned myself behind you
in the blinking of an eye
with a manoeuvre of such grace
that Heimlich would be proud.
is it me or am i just too conservative?
i think capital fm’s adverts are too sexy! eish! sex may sell but doesn’t mean you ‘pornographisize’ kila kitu.at first, it usually gets my attention but am utterly disappointed when it turns out they are publicizing some lotion or deep heat, water… i mean,my heart pumps like “yeah, finally, a new condom..”
hehe, but wapi, turns out is that femme fatal*** (this spell check is failing me!!) doing yet another coke ad. kwanza, Nini is notorius for these kind of ads…uuuhing and aahhing like…..wacha tu.
in short, i think they should be toned down kidogo…partly because, some of us are
i have just come from mchwaping ana mama and am kidogo feeling nice. anyone would be, after a supposed dry spell, ama? she has been showing considerable interest in this carefree geek whose ways no one really understands.
they live by assumptions.i careless, being the idealist. well i may not know where am headed, but sure, am on the way there.
anyway, this is how it went down and for a first meeting beyond the usual hi-how are you’…it was impressively light, and mutual.
“backseat action..wooooo u wo..” thats my phone.t
: Muthoni calling:
“hi, where you @?”
“office, ” i whisper into the mouthpiece
“ok, si we meet hapo nje ya theater,”
“oh, sawa,” boyo agrees without a second thought. its very cold today you know. i purred my machine to sleep, plugged my earpieces into wea they belong (omfg am becoming addicted to this my new phone) and left the office gracefully.
hehe, and you guys kataa that there aint booty call for men…but si i also want so, life flows¿
am easy as i find her curled on a pole, hugging herself against the biting cold…she slips into my arms easily without a word and her blessed bossom thumps on my chest softly. oh, my heart is kidogo displaced and i guess it is on my throat. i stare into the darkness, a genuine smile stealing over my lips.
she is smelling really nice and as i lazily let go off, my arms slide through her entire body…she stares up to me.
hey, wasichana wengine wameumbika kweli ****whistle*** kila ki2 ni size yake yaani.. her noticeable native dialect does nothing to alter my desire to chat her up easily, maybe this wafted away by her charming presence.
boyo, like a wise monkey- seeing no breasts or an opportunity to chafua- walks besides her, talking like its broad daylight. i tell you am fery str8…
just easy talk and letting everything fall into place and as we stroll down that dark alley. shortly, as it gets darker, her hand slips into mine. little thoughts are working theirself out, making testerone charged acrobats, as we edge closer and closer to each other. i decide to ignore them…but not for long.
by the end of the evening, the talk, cuddling and the eventual necking, i feel simply great. simply relieved off the ass-numbing six-hrs that i was stuck on my comp, trying to come up with something cool for my boss. it was another evening for boyo. just a wee bit different.