The Love Scene

I know all his moves, this lover I can’t let go. Yesterday i memorized them as he came home. Milk, vegetables and lots of fruits, He loves to feed his woman, and himself. He never lacks appetite, for everything he does. He will cook, and chat her up, So she doesn’t fall asleep, and keep him company.

He will drink up the milk, as he waits for the food to simmer He will tickle her and make her laugh He enjoys watching the smile upon her face. The food will ready within a twinkle of a star. They will eat, he will finish faster and his woman…. He will prod her to be a better eater, She will not take it against him, He teases her a lot, and she likes it.

Then they’ll brush up, and keep things in order, She will spread the bed, while he visits the washroom, She will slide under the sheets, half-naked, She isn’t used to being in her birth suit,
He will put off the lights, and touch his way to bed, He will be smelling of fresh mouthwash. He will wrap her around; hold her close Kiss her neck, her cheek. And search her mouth, He will kiss her hard and deep, just like she likes it.

She will De-activate her inhibitors, Release her hands to explore, She will touch the back of his ear, and kiss it, She will walk her fingers over his face, Pausing briefly to peck and kiss him, he loves the kisses.
Her hands will be locked up somewhere, he will be in charge, Sliding his fingers over her bosom, setting her body to spate of waves of excitement He will cup her breast, and kiss them, She will release a gasp, and want more of it, Her will excite the ridge between her chest, She will touch his body, in a tinkly way, Just as they have learnt over the years, He will lock her in a kiss, first slightly, Then it will become stronger and deeper, And she will be gulping for breath,

When his strong arms part off her thighs, She will let off all inhibitors , She will reach out for his hand, And he will lead her to his man, She will hesitate, at the touch of rock, Then reach for it with such hunger, And softly rub it on her skin, A feeling that will set him in ecstasy, She will move her body bit lower and sucks him up
Getting stronger with every sound of satisfaction he makes,

She will steal glances and giggle at the look in his face. He will lift her up, and set her body on fire, With every touch to her sensitive parts He will caress her thighs, and twitch her clitoris, He will look right into her eyes and see the want, And parts her leg some more, she will smile, Then he will wear his protection and kiss her, Then slid his man Into her woman, still looking right into her,

He will go deep in softly, careful not to hurt her, Then he will rock in and out of her, setting her off, She will involuntarily part her feet even wider, And holding his waist find a rhythm in his moves, He will feel fired up, and go in a ride craze, He will ride her faster and deeper, Setting her moaning like crazy,

He will ride even faster from the sound she makes, Then turn her this way, and that way, still riding, He will get exhausted, and lie on his back, He will lift her and place her right on top of him, She will allow his man up her, and softly, Horse ride, feeling him in her.

She will be in control of loving, She will let spasm of pleasure wash her body, He will look at her, and reach for her waist, To help her up and down,

He will follow her gaze, and smile at its destination, He will want more than he can touch, She will need more than she can say, Something beyond the physical, Something they both want from each other, And since its not tangible, They will hold each other close,
And appreciate each other’s perfect role, In making love, Then they’ll kiss goodnight, And sleep in each other’s arm, Dreaming, happy at peace. In perfect bliss.


Love Like I Do

All but in a memory,
pure bliss without a worry,
Sudden rush of adrenaline
I am in love, like a teenager,

the passion deep in my veins
confirms my love is not in vain
for the tears and the pain,
You are a relic,worth all it takes.

the soft chest and warm embrace,
that you gave holding me close,
the tender touch on my forehead,
is entrenched in my memory,

your funny dance and playful mannerism,
your charisma and rich mind,
Your honest assess and opinion,
these things that set you apart,
are ones i cannot trade for anything

and so tonight as i lay me down,
i know i haven’t given you much,
and i don’t know your thoughts as you go to bed,
but you are the last thing in my memory,
and i sleep with a smile,
knowing i never before loved this much.

I Choose You

You are not the air that I breathe,
you are the sweet scent that drifts upon it

You are not the sounds that I hear,
you are the music of my life

You are not the food that I need,
you are the nourishment of my soul

You are not my will to survive,
you are my reason for living

It is with you that I experience
the wonders of the world

It is with you that I triumph
over the challenges in my path

It is your partnership that will lead me
to the fulfillment of my dreams

It is your friendship that guides me
as I grow and learn

It is your patience and wisdom
that calms my restless nature

It is through you that I know my true self

I do not take you for granted,
I cherish you

I do not need you
I choose you

I choose you today in witness
of all the people who love us

I choose you tomorrow
in the privacy of our hearts

I choose you in strength and weakness

I choose you in health and sickness

I choose you in joy and sorrow

I will choose you, over all others, every day

for all the days of my life

Earthing Life


So I had to rise before the sun,
Brushing against the morning dew,
My feet digging into earths  diamond,
It’s another day ,eking  life from the soil.

My feet is an artists’ canvas,
Filled with cracked lines like a sketch,
From my daily trek to the farm,
Ones I had to stop and evade a cows’ poop.

But today I am rejuvenated,
The last harvest was such a joke,
Grandmother said I had forgot the cow dug at the shed,
That I never woke early enough to evade the sun,
And so the produce paid the price,
Of my lazy sleepy head.

Granny past after the harvest season,
Perhaps she did not feed well enough,
She had to share her  meal with her grandchildren,
The ten boys born to her out of wedlock,
they wore tattered shorts held in place with sisal ropes.

Yester night I dreamt, grandma smiled,
If you know her, grandma is not liberal with emotions,
They make a person weak shed say,
So she’d stone her wrinkled brows,
And look like a curved wood.

Her smile promised a happy day,
So I woke to tend the farm with vigor,
Followed by the boys left by granny,
Under my care and warm  struggle,
To feed, clothe and educate.

So all of us have to farm today,
Work hard and get school fees,
The landowner promised an instant pay,
If we completed the farm by evening,
The prospect of money to feed was exciting,
Even the stomach could feel the mood,
It kept rumbling like thunder,
In hope of a healthy feed.



Hungry….My Begging Hungry Son


My soup is ready,
A time to dine and feed the belly,
Today i swindled the junk food,
And parted my back for the work well done

I took the spoon,ready to scoop,
Then dropped it right back,
I am hungry, very hungry,
But i had breakfast this morning.

Its just twelve in the noon,
My hungry eyes scan my pocket,
I am left with no dime
this soup better be worth it.

I take the china ware,
Play about with it debating,
Do i scoop, do i not,
Do i, do i not….

‘Sir are you alright?’

The hotel waiter finally manage to ask me,
I had noticed him watching me for a while,

‘Is there anything wrong with your food?’
Still, no answer.
Then like lightening,
I warm up to him

“Please pack this food for me”

He stares at me.
It was against the rules,
It was a posh neighborhood,
People ate and left.

I beg him,
Finally he burges,
I drive away…very hungry,
Then i stop at the rundown mall in the township,
The little boy is still there,
Begging for coins and handouts,

I walk to him
He smiles broadly,
He knows something good might be coming.
I give him the food,
And his teary eyes burst into a flood of tears..
I don’t know what to do,
I don’t want to attracted attention,
so i drive off

Then it hit me..
The picture i was given…
Sent with untraceable address,
The only information that has been top priority,
I had it in my hand..and suddenly,
Felt way too hungry,

I decided its about time,
I have to know my son ,
Then i open the envelope,
And i cant breath,
Cant breath…

My son stared right into my soul,
With those same teary eyes,
That i had left him with,
Right at the rundown mall
Begging for alms.

I Hurt

you strike me right across the face,
the stinging pain left me in a daze,
for a moment i was in a haze,
and i lost a great second to laze…


i took it in with a gulp of air,
and watched your mad face at me glare,
and touching you i couldn’t dare,
your rejection i wouldn’t bare…
Yet its me who reached out for you,
and offered my apology to appease you,
and accepted i was rush to judge you,
even wen all i did was express me to you,

then you turned your back on me,
my face you couldn’t stand ,
my ‘sorry’ was such a song,
and i recoiled in a fist of pain and anguish,
and wondered why i had to talk,
when silence would have served.


i may not have known it yet,
i may have noticed late,
and the feeling it crates,
every time i step at the gate,
is one i swear to hate,

a dream filled with regret,
of a past we cannot regenerate,
and cries we cannot prevent,
nor rehearse its core event.


Chasing the polo Horse..or is it wind

Chasing the polo Horse..or is it wind

My heart is bound but never trapped
My soul is free yet something holds it back
My light shines on but it’s still dark
My gift is humble yet selfishness reigns

What can I do to stop this feeling?
What can I say when things go wrong?
What can I think when the obvious is so direct?
What can I feel when there is nothing left?

Deep down I know that I’ll be fine
Deep down I know my future is still in reach
Deep down I know that life is a journey
Deep down I have my own time frame


Is this all just an illusion?

Watamu Turtles

Great at Watamu
To save the turtle at the other end,
On these roads we traveled,
With these tools we hoped,
Their beautiful life to capture,
The distance was no hinder

I watched a wounded turtle,
I felt pangs of hatrade,
For the pain inflicted,
To a shell of life
A hate towards mankind!

We hate each other,
We kill and maim our own,
Yet for all that i was mum,
But the turtle-a sea turtle..
What was the offense for the execution!

And so my lens was at work,
Every detail finely recording,
With this awesome group of professionals,
We saw the pain in those eyes,
The turtles eyes..our own reflection