EROTIC ZONE (ISSUE 5)
LAST NIGHT’S PASSION
By Chukwudera Michael Chiedoziem
last night,
desire was a fire
ignited on the
wicks of passion
as we fondled in
and cuddled to the
coldness of the
night, our tongues
met and became
a medium through
which the fire spread
to our chests and
activated our hands and
our legs….
my pendulum unswung,
it rose into stiffness
and your petals brimmed
with juicy and succulent
nectars
our fingers
embarked on an
adventure, unbuttoning
buttons and
unfastening hooks
and you pressed
your softness against
my leather skin as my
fingers ran over the
landscape of your
curved cedars and
traced the route of
your nape down
to the whorls
of the rose in your
lowly garden
you pushed my
mental boundary
beyond the limits
when you vulcanised
me, a favour I returned
when i got down to
tongue-ly unfurl the
whorls of your rose
into the corolla
while your soft moans
beautified the air
then we took turns
in reaching for the
heaven in climax
and the cycle started
afresh from where
the dots met, and
again, over again
till satisfaction took
a deep breath.
Chukwudera Michael Chiedoziem was born in Benin City and is a final year student of Botany at Nnamdi Azikiwe University. He loves books, music, football and beautiful things
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LET’S MAKE WORD
By Agbaakin O. Jeremiah
Tonight
I’ll ride my Muse
hard like a horse.
Make her climax
with ink squirting
from her cylinder thigh
her mouth screaming metaphors
as onomatopoiea tinkles
like a metal bell
banged by steel balls of pun.
Tonight
I must bed this pen,
she, who have I come unto with words.
Theotokos, do not curse me
with low word-count!
let my syllables be motile and swift
for heaven is nowhere but here,
here where wits weld words
into a world of lords.
And I shan’t pretend the night
doesn’t frown at our deed
but these words shall torch
through the blanket of her silence.
Freyja, let our sons hare across
the tattered tarmacs of the past-
christened History
to mate the future on paper
before the nights
abort our orgasm of sarcasm
On Abacha’s prison floors!
Osun o! Do not let her be frigid
As I sow satires
like seeds into the sallow soil of Harare
there where an old Lord
murders mothers of words.
Agbaakin O. Jeremiah, a Nigerian campus journalist and poet, studies Law in the University of Ibadan. He has been awarded in few contests: A finalist in 2014 Christopher Okigbo Poetry Contest, PIN Poetry Challenge, and a five-time finalist of Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest in 2016. He is published or forthcoming on Sentinel Literary Quarterly, BPPC Anthology, The Kalahari Review, Sub-Saharan Magazine, African Writer, NCL, Elsieisy, W. R. R, Kreative Diadem, etc. He also writes prose.
MY MADONNA
By Benjamin Terhile Torlafia
Now that you are dipped in dew
Let my head be baptized
In the anointing of your welcomeness
As I kneel in supplication
In the valley of your rose
My hands on your mounds
Travelling through time
Back and forth in mad frenzy
In the galactic experience of time travel
Invulnerable to fate and fatality
Injuries and insults
Caressing your curves
In trance-like adoration
Savouring fruits of your kisses
I’ll come again and again
A humble pilgrim
Basking in our holy union
Benjamin Terhile Torlafia writes under the pseudonym “Bentex III” and is a fine artist & published writer/poet. He is a Nigerian, 30 years old and from Imon, Obi L.G.A of Nasarawa state. He likes travelling, meeting new and interesting people as well as drinking from fountains of new cultures. He went to St. John Bosco Secondary School, Doma in Nasarawa State and holds a Law Degree from Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. He is an active member and Secretary-General of ssociation of Nigerian Authors (ANA), Nasarawa State Chapter and was Chairman, Creative Writers’ Club, Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria.