Friday, March 22, 2013

The Princess & The Doctor.

…We had been in the bath tub for almost an
not talking much, just getting lost in our company,
my hands were gripped to her back,
wondering down her curves,
seated between my legs it felt like de ja vu,
like the first time we sneaked out of verbal poetry
into the restroom.

the way she was sat
her head resting on my
left me in full control
of her bodies geography.
playing with her hair and squeezing softly on her twins
made her body have small tremors,

I run my fingers on her back,
down to her assets and deep

within  that divide of  her Kamba heritage,
occasionally rubbing inner thighs to her ass.

It was an adventure,
the now innocent
quests of desire had led me to her forbidden city.
bitting her skin,
she loved the pain,
moaned to every bite and lick on her
neck down to her breasts.

my friend, the doctor was getting hard,
I could feel the veins stretch out,
fill up with  blood.

He wanted in, but I wouldn’t make it that easy for her,
I felt him press
her back with agility and rudeness of a rodeo bull.
She started rocking slowly,
stroking the doctor with her ass.
I felt her reach for the doctor with her left hand,
She felt on him, squeezed him,
Our eyes met for the first time
as she sat softly on my diamond member.

she had that devilish smile,
biting her lower lip,

as she pushed him in an inch deeper,
you could see her gasp for air,
her bust was pushed out,
smothering my face with her lovely  twins.

Her back was arched smoothly,
almost perfect,
down to a haul where her booty rises from her torso.
I clumped on her thick, soapy booty
and helped her sit on him all.

her honey pot welcomed my guy with grips and vices,
the inside heat  and muscle spasms made me a little faint,

I held her close to my chest,
my left hand gripping her back,
my fingers reaching for her neck and  locks,
my right hand held on her belly
and occasionally moving it to her left thigh
as I helped her bounce off the doctor.

the water foamed and spill over
with every thrust,
she was possessed,

her inner demon was scratching its way out,
she grabbed on to the bath tub and pushed harder,

with every thrust I  felt  like my being was been sucked away,
she arched her back forward,
threw her head back and forth,
humming ,whining,  gasping
and calling out to a God she doesn’t believe in.

I had to stop her a few times
to spare my thighs and back from the ceramic bath tub.
I had lost sense of the water,

I could feel her spasm and cumm.
the doctor was getting to his climax,
I could feel the picana rise like magma,
I was ready to mark the unmaking of me.

She called her honey pot the Princess
and she deserved nothing short of royalty.

Her breathing had muted,
She now held on to me,
She looked like she was receiving Devine intervention.
I felt her nails dig into me ,
deep  under my skin,

I felt her tone down to a rhythmical hop and push,
I couldn’t hold it any longer.
She started spasms harder,
it felt like she was going into a  seizure.

she was cumming
I  was cumming
we were cumming.
its a feeling alien to words

a strange unknown emotion.
She had hit her orgasm
and several mini orgasms followed after.

it was like the smell of earth after a light shower,
I looked into her eyes,
beautiful as the day I first met her

put my fingers on her lips and whispered
‘‘I love you‘‘

©Mwangi Njoroge

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


It took me time to fall for you
You convinced me
Finally, I gave in
Not just coz I met you
I was falling in love with you
Seeing the love in your eyes
Feeling it in your touch
Encouraged me to open up
I thought we were inseparable
I thought this was forever
I would never date again
Never say never.
Slowly we drifted apart
We blamed our work schedules
We blamed the distance
We had all sorts of excuses
We were not ready to face the truth
We survived a near break up
We promised each other eternity
The love making was over the moon
The ugly head called culture came in
We tried but were able to get away
I was willing to do anything
I compromised a lot
Did you?
Apart we drifted
The phone calls became less
The conversation bordered on work and her
We stopped saying I love you
Unless prompted
I miss you became a chore
Text messages became less
I dreaded your visits
I knew they would be cordial and cold
We did not have much to talk about
It was just
Have you paid this bill?
Have done this and that
You started hanging out more often
To the point of sleeping in another’s bed
I fantasized about others
I craved your loving arms
Hugs, kisses and random playing
I was that lonely woman I swore never to become
Every night I cried myself to sleep
I missed what we had
I craved for your love and attention
I craved being your queen
I craved being the only woman in your life
Most of all I craved for you
The day you broke the news
I was devastated
I was broken
I thought it was a dream
I hoped it was a bad nightmare
When I saw you
When I saw the look in your eyes
When I heard the cold in your voice
I knew it was over
I am not sure of the duration
Maybe a year, a decade, a century
No idea
We became….
We have become….
We are….

©thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Friday, March 1, 2013


Doors closed

TV off

Radio off

Windows closed


Nobody’s home

I stare at the empty walls

Look at the empty bed

Sheets rumpled

Clothes everywhere

You were there a minute ago

Shoes gone

Closet empty'

Toothbrush gone

Suitcases gone

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection