Whenever we make love.

It’s always magical ✨💥🔥Its not an entirely romantic session

As our approach may be somewhat unorthodox 

Yet the ineffable taste of her lips fermented with saliva 

Overwhelms me to hastily poke my straw in her juice box 

.

Aargh, she screams out in pain

Alarmed and conscious, she grabs tight my waist

Ah – I surge in, soothingly grazing her wet wall, 

Soon picking up my pace,

she slowly loses grip of my waist…
Bang Bang Bang, her breath hangs in the air

My movement is fluid, but still her mind isn’t clear

Yearning to take her there I improvised, 

Grunting, 

squeezing hard her breasts

Then she suddenly becomes spiritual,

Swearing to god that she’s cumin…
written by lazypoet 

I MISS YOU 

I remember you like the alphabets and throughout my whole life I’ve no regrets..• 

loving you was something out of this world but believe you me when I think about it, I feel like am dying and in need of your blood…

You may be in another world or continent but the extent of my love for you is beyond the farthest planet..

soon my love, I will have you in my arms, just like our destiny; written on our palms….

Your pleasure has and will always be my purpose, just like the happiest day of your life; when I propose. 
Miss you more 

LIFE

There’s this thing called…”life” and

it’s the greatest gift any soul can possess.
It runs its course only for a limited period of time; never for eternity

And in that period, all that happens is something we call “destiny”
There’s this thing called…”life” and 

It’s the best school any soul can enroll

With history” being the most difficult subject to pass

One is doomed to fail if they don’t learn from experience while in class.
There’s this thing called “life” and

It’s given every soul the ultimate power of choice.

You can either use it to believe, live and achieve 

Or you can just not use it at all…#yourchoice 

(@iamlazypoet)

Brok n crayons still color 

TITLE: BROKEN CRAYONS STILL COLOUR.
Looking at myself, I am a broken crayon. My colour is still vibrant and I am still made with a purpose. Continue reading

6 feet down-finale!

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“What have you done?” “Is she de-?” I paused, pointing at her body, feeling completely helpless, paralyzed even as everyone gazed in awe of my emotional breakdown. Continue reading

6-feet down (2)

click here for “6” feet down (1).

“Why?”, “Why does life keep reminding me that I don’t deserve happiness?”

“Why?”  Lamenting on her intense sadness, Funmi re-traumatized, comfortably drowning deep in her emotions. Continue reading

Live your life by Lazypoet

LIVE YOUR LIFE
Where must we go…
We who wander this wasteland
In search of our better selves?
Or be hopeless till we return back to brown sand…
Live your life!!! Continue reading

ONE LAST TIME…again By Lazy poet

ONE LAST TIME…again

A moment of pleasure to make me whole again
A ride of accelerated passion plus desire to drive me insane
An exquisite dosage of satisfaction to climax me like cocaine
Is all I ask to feel with you one last time…again Continue reading