EROTIC ZONE (ISSUE 7)
ROUTE TO HER HEART
by Jonathan Otamere Endurance
It should be a sermon of touches
That begins from the filament
Wrapping her dresses and underneath
Into an army of shields.
Let her throat be the groans of a bird stuck
In between sweet nectars
Like the way Sister Marian
Twists herself into a squirt of millipede
On his heaven and above.
This is how to end:
Father Dawson said every sermon
Ends with a kiss of blessing;
Bless her body into a sturdy storm
Of orgasm, and electrocution.
Let her thighs be a metaphor
For runny rivulets and wet mountains.
Do as father does:
Weave yourself into a ribbon of her dress—
Burrow through again,
Start from the nipple of burning desire
No, not that way,
Do as father does again:
Just be a bird dying on her bushy root, stem, and all.
Jonathan Otamere Endurance is a young poet who loves expressing his feelings through writing. He is an avid reader of simple but effective writings. He is a student of English Language and Literature at the University of Benin, Benin City. He lives and writes from Ikpoba-Okha L.G.A. in Benin City.
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HOW THE NIGHT BECKONS TO US
by Nureni Ibrahim
this night shall take us on a long journey:
of moans and sweats, in my little room.
and the night shall bring me your body,
hunting for the paddle between my legs.
let me turn-off the light so that I may see
you in the warmth of my hallowed-bed.
but, can your ocean quench my thirst?
for my long paddle can make it waterless.
shall my finger swift gently on your stomach;
searching this night where shivering ceases?
or my lips roam and roll around your neck?
or my heart run a race inside your cherries?
i shall ignite all warmth with rhythm this night
and our bodies shall compose a natural music.
i shall drink from your fruit-juice in loneliness
and anoint your pore each from bottom to top.
my thigh is a delicacy of honey & sugars,
come and suck it with your ecstatic tongue.
suck all the sugars, honey and hehssh! Wait!
let me glide the white-ink inside your soft-boat.
Nureni Ibrahim is a young writer based in Lagos, Nigeria. He was among the joint winners of the 2016 Festival Poetry Calabar Prize.
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AN ARTIST’S TO-DO
by Agbaakin O. Jeremiah
let me take you to a place
where gods don’t feel naked
i’ll peel away your skin
in fire of smouldering lust
my phallus shall be painter’s brush
as I lay it onto the red canvas
stretched inside your red tunnel,
sealed like a sacred scroll
for I must draw
a graffiti of our dirty lust
and exchange bodies
in a vacuum of leftover oxides
of carbon from gaping mouths
your lungs will long for air
as we loosen our thirst;
and my trouser snake strikes
your trove
with its fangless maw.
Agbaakin O. Jeremiah, a Nigerian poet and a campus editor, studies law in the University of Ibadan.
A six-time finalist of 2016 Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest and winner of Ogidigbo Poetry Contest, Agbaakin was on the shortlist of the 2017 Korea-Nigeria Poetry Prize and Dwarts Poetry Prize.
His works are featured/forthcoming on Poetry Pacific, Silver Pen, Antarctica Journal, Tuck Magazine, Irawo Anthology, The Niyi Osundare @70 Anthology, Prachya Review, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, BPPC Anthology, Kalahari Review, The Wagon Magazine, Praxis Magazine, African Writer, Sub Saharan Magazine, Wildsound Review, Authorpedia, Pulse Nigeria and elsewhere.
omalicha
by Samuel Nwokpoku Chukwudi
entangled in cupid’s symphonic beats,
i am willing to spend
the rest of my life
in the paradise in between your thighs—
a heaven for a sinner…
kiss me, omalicha
lip-deep,
tongue-deep,
soul-deep…
then with your soft fingers,
rouse my whole being…
omalicha, launch yourself on me—
fondle me gently, gently…then roughly.
pulsate my heart’s pulse
and make me whine
like a castrated bull.
again and again, take me
to the altar of your being
and drain the cells in me
until i echo the amen
of your hallelujahs…
Samuel Nwokpoku Chukwudi, a poet, short story writer and song writer, hails from Ikwo in Ebonyi State, Nigeria. He has performed some of his poems in some institutions and literary gatherings in Nigeria. He has a certificate in Education in English and Igbo Languages from Ebonyi State College of Education, Ikwo. He teaches English Language.
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UPON THE ELOQUENCE OF DARKNESS
by Bakare Ibrahim Toyin
That moment…
Night sought solace
From the eloquence of darkness
I felt the steps of her fingers
Revolving round my dick
I held not my breath…
(Panting heavily…)
I grew aggressive and advanced towards her
So soft and tender her juicy nipples
Not satisfied,
I grabbed her windy buttocks
Push up and down…
Bit her ears; licked her zone…
And
Paddled gently into the wide-narrow garden
Between her laps
That moment…
Upon the eloquence of darkness
Bakare Ibrahim Toyin was born in Ilorin, Kwara State Nigeria. He is undergraduate student of Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida University where he is studying English.