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Love in the bathroom

As raw as the radish
Edible and ravish
She was naked like day born
So wet yet, she still burns.

Her both hands were raised up
Then slowly they both dropped
Like light that never hides
Rescue she had outside

She made no sulky pout
When a snake was let out
Growing like a mushroom
In mist tint bathroom

Through the glass loud she screams
But away from the beam
Behind the glass she moans
To her best ever fun.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tankas: Angel on my bed

Her intimacy
For long has clogged my head
What an ecstasy
In reality she moans
With her behind on my bed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Illicit Fantasy – by Neematdairy & Vinz

Wish you knew I miss my steps
Each time I see you looking at me
Of course, you’re my choice
I couldn’t think otherwise.

Shyness takes me off my realm
Your love, an anticipation I craved for
But it seats within closed cloud doors
Dwelling as angels in my dreams.

Down the alley I see you looking at me
I see silent words buried in hills
I know not an atom of your wild thoughts
Possessed by love and obsessed for you.

Your body chemistry, I wish to see
But I freeze and fall from trees
I don’t worry of cracking turtle shell
Crushing over you is a strange cold hell.

Praying to surrender my all
On the bed, floor, wall to wall
Getting laid to make history
Solving all emotional mysteries

Dropping paramour recipes
For the offsprings I dream of,
Wiggling my tail, please don’t you stop
Eager to hear your coarse silent whispers,

Rocking me slowly while I moan
Your sweet name, I want more
For all I wish is all of you in me
Cool as cucumber, sting me like bee…

But your warmth remains a fantasy
An unspoken word, a mere ecstasy
Furnishing my heart each and every day
Making me whole when I say your name.

By Neemat Idera ( Neematdiary ) and Vincent Onyeche
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Haiku: The hiding pour

Honey; I need more
Of the enamoring paramour
In me; that you pour.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tanka: Fondled Monsters

Tightly we fondled
To fight the quivers in cold;
The caged beasts were freed
But we saw beautiful sides
Best of monstrous looks.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex: The legends of Calabar

Greeks has Aphrodite with love sense
Romans has Venus the love goddess
In Nigeria we have the Calabar girls

At the time of the year hormones swing
I don’t know where your belief springs Nor the notes and the songs that you sing;

There are legends you may not know Girls from Calabar makes stars glow Within genes where expression shows

From a generation into another
They have this suppression of hunger With satisfaction quenching anger

I am not talking the they say things
I am talking from the actions seen
They are perfect with cling and pings

Their waist rotates righteous blend
If you don’t know make them your friend
For Calabar girls are good in bed.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex: Enjoy the rod

Every girl have their dream man
All will want a giant not dwarf
A man who is thick down there

Everyone sort out for dreams
But life will just never give
An already made lemonade

Instead she gives you a noun
Person, animal, places and things
To create that you actually need

Likewise good sex my dear
No one is Venus nor Afrodite
Free your mind and enjoy the rod.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex: The hymen

The first time in womanhood
Is usually a moment of value
While some men see sex as food
Others sees it as laurels
But hymen is misunderstood.

Sexual bleeding is not a proof
That a woman is a box of new
Every building have different roofs
In various shapes and in sizes
The hymen is misunderstood.

Open her legs to make her scream
But not all would be hard to dig
Some might not be easy as it seem
Not every woman would stain sheets
The hymen is misunderstood.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sexual satisfaction


Sex is an action
Like cutting nails
Nails from a finger
With a nail cutter.

If you need passion
Satisfaction bail
Without a partner
Make your hands better.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sex: Bouncing sweet


Who said a girl can not
Rip off pants from a man
And bang him sweet and tight

Let every night we spend
Be our very first time
Lighting the heavy clouds.

Don’t have sex with me
If you love me no more
Sex without love is ill

And so ridiculous
As loving without sex
So; ride on me like horse

Take me to places in trance
Make me empty and light,
Bouncing on your sweet plans.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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