Wank

This is me learning how to quench

my thirst,

& How to rapture my own body to

                 places I have never been to.

I mean, this is the only way a boy settles

the raging storms among his members —

How he stays by a closed door

to nail his fears to the cross

die & resurrect into climax of glory

as he watches the milk ooze —

                               trailing down his fingers.

Wet Dreams

One thing must kill a boy —

Lust, power, or money;

But nobody is ready to die now

Somehow, death comes at night lurching in your room

When you you close your eyes

& ascend to slumber; you’re not alive again

Here you find yourself being fondled by the unknown

Sometimes, it is you riding an angel

Sometimes, it is Shindara your course mate

stroking your turgid rod —

Or a gem is rapturing you to the sky

till you e

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               xplode —

River flowing in your pants

as pleasure turns into oceans

….you only wake to ask how it happened.

Counting The Stars

A queen does not walk in the rain

she must be somewhere under the sheet of her king

It is raining

& we are sweating

                               because our bodies consume fire

mere water can not quench

Your body; my temple

I’ll worship your sacred places with my tongue

till your worries disappear

Your body; my garden

I’ll finger your petal all night till it drips sweet nectar

                                …and after the night

you shall rest your two pairs on me

as we count the stars we’ve made

Biography:

Olaniyi Ololade Moses is a writer who hails and writes from the north-central part of Nigeria. He studied Mass Communication in Kwara State polytechnic. His works have appeared on Kalahari Review, Praxis Magazine, Tuck Magazine, The Quil’s Journal, Libretto Magazine and many other publications including poetry anthologies. Olaniyi has a book to his credit. He believes his work will be an instrument of change in Africa, someday!

Categories: Poetry

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