Wednesday 28 June 2017

~ TILL MY WORK IS DONE ~



Hang on in there, never let off your hopes
For your cravings I come to satisfy
As I bisect you into two, leaving you
With no angles-
Just parallel lines!

Then lick you up like an ice cream
Right inside your soft walled cone
Sweat upon sweat
Drop upon drop;
And tickle you with my tongue
In my asking for more like Oliver Twist
Till all within you gush out as a fountain on squirt
While beneath me you quake to erupt,
I shall rock you as a boat
On an unsteady raging water.

Hold on in there,
Pretty chubby angel
With lubricated lips
And tongue stuck out
For I come to slit you into two unequal parts
With my discharging ball point pen
Dripping my ink in you like morning dew
Till you open your petals as a sunflower
Embracing the warm rays of my ink
Into the whorls of the soul of your ovaries.

Hold on in there, though much time seem wasted
But hold on in there with your wet self
For I come to prepare a place,
Where the wasted time would not count;
I come with good tidings,
One that will pamper you deep to pain
As my strong lullabitic rhymes of thrusts,
Flow in decent diminuendos
Releasing all that I have got left on my anchor deep
Till you explode into inconsolable moans,  unpardonable ones!
Leaving you panting like a hunt dog,
Agape as a crocodile drinking fresh air.

---Fampah Coyish---

Wednesday 14 June 2017

~GALAMSEY LOVE~




You treat me like how our Galamsey miners;
Treat our water bodies.
What sort of love is this?
A Galamsey miner's love I guess.


---Fampah Coyish---

Tuesday 13 June 2017

UNCHANGEABLE HUMOUR


You can remove your penis
And paste in replace a vagina
You can shave off your vagina
And stick firm in replace a penis

But in whichever case
The humour does not change
Because God cannot be mocked

Stupid fool!
Do you not know,
That nature cannot be cheated?

---Fampah Coyish---

Friday 9 June 2017

CHECK


I
Have seen
The way you look at me
Do you notice the whispers of
My lips when you are around me?
Do you think my burning bush
Is consumed whenever your hand meets mine?

My ears have seen the whispers
Of your lips around me
Mine eyes have heard the whispers of your eye
And have equally noticed their beckoning
Their twitches whenever your presence is felt

I
Have lost
Control of how to act maturely
To think and reason wisely in your presence
Do you think it’s the works of nature?
Have you considered you and me compatible
Anytime we meet?

---Fampah Coyish & Thola Moore---