Soft Moans To Lord Tennyson

 

You wouldn't get close to me quietly reading poetry to Jazz music in the library, you didn't hear my soft moans to Lord Tennyson. It goes something like 

oh look at that sweet pussy.
ung ung uhuh yeah yeah like that

One had to think of anything that works to get that stinky slime of 'love' out of my head. Reading poetry to Jazz has become the fastest and most efficient way to burn mental tress and sexual energy and unlike the taking of laxative the powdered ones sold in Agege, Poetry is cleaner and remains effective as nothing quite glazes and plumb the psyche like words and they remain there and act as immunity in our memory shrouding, starch flinging world of lard

my mind becomes wild like a masquerade looking for people to fuck, With age the patterns of their lives affixed and patterned 
people start using essence to conduce and situate and you are affected, affected deeply your mind is cangues and locked up.

I read my brain heats up and my mind start going crazy and I let loose I really let loose in my mind.

come here, open am, sssuuu, ahhh, oya kiss me.

There they all are, essence that have formed image pixels, tress of the psyche, astral reality, and go to meet them with my dick erect, Wait let me put it inside their mouths.

 

ungh how do you feel about blocking the road for that few second foe me to notice you, Ehn what seems to be the matter, Take that  What did you say, I'm sorry I can't hear you.

The next day...

she's not sweet again I am done with her

Let the world burn but leave me with Jazz and poetry, leave my jazz alone leave my poetry alone. it was what the brain was made for.

Knowing how repressed Nigerians are, I thought of an idea of Just supplying poetry for girls with dreams deferred, made to do,tailoring, sales, in a mini van.

Life's so hard!, You scrounge with fingers to the top hungry, but you still have to make yourself presentable, etiquette learned for gourmet and cutlery services, Who's got  time when you just want to scream Where's the b*tches at, where's the b*tches!!!

But in this self deception we live in, poetry and jazz provides us that playing ground to really excrete our minds, exhaust our ids and affords us that etiquette and self control needed to play the world were sex is cached and relegated 

A girl makes faces at me...

You better start away from me you are not safe You this carton, I can finish you, eat you up in my mind if you are not careful 

I'm just joking I like what she did, the uglier the better -ew  -What's ew? more like yum!!

My brain is totally fired out, I feel completely better, totally excreted. Africa with her millionfold essence now has a cure and It is Jazz and Poetry, You are welcome 

The next day At The Library : NO SPACE

NEWSFLASH: 

Men are quitting their jobs and Emptying the Poetry section of the Library 

-You mean am, so this thing don get cure, 

-Na enjoyment, dey there make enjoyment they drive you mad, see all that dirti wey dem dey fling for your body, all that toto energy na lowkey me dey burn am like incense for enjoyment 

-I think say to burn this sex stuff, I go dey chop spicy food

-Na Indian method be that one , e no dey comot am like this one, You see this one, you go fuck you go tire, you fo really enjoy sweet sweet sex

-Ehen, Na dat one dey on board now 

-Na im o Na poetry o

All these whores ever wanted was someone that is they can play with, picking up the used condom when we are gone to continue their own personal high, it's all on you and hoards on your pineal gland.

I move over to the other girl in my mind, she talks softly. I'm like 

What are you on about? you must be mad. I deep both hands in side her mouth (that's Freudian it mean you want two blowjob at once) leave me!! i dip both hands and her the tongue forms a tunnel I gently put my dick inside that tunnel and slush myself inside her like a train riding it, till I derail.

how glad am I ??

That I can now collect all these essence turn then into different world and different orbs in my mind, my passport to fuck them all

it that's all that is needed to repression the love why not just do the natural thing and self improve, sex is gravity keep reading

Nothing is quite a high that keeps on giving, Im giving apes high-five with my foot I let loose I really let loose, In the library in the read but practically naked besides

NEWS FLASH:

MEN ARE ENGAGING US WITHOUT OUR NOTICE, THEY ARE COMMITING THOUGHT CRIMES 

It closes the loops of the thought whorl imaginations drips a thousand fold and you correlate farm knowledge. With us in Africa with sex lizard and light spirit jazz and poetry exhaust the sex fuel that prods the goad, plumbs the psyche and returning free

the street is filled with the shroud in the stomach they just add their own spittle to the stew, with the flick of the head, the flick of the wrist, a thousand image thoughts essence for you to process, quite insane, Jazz with poetry is that fire that burns all that tress

what that please I merely speak loudly to those that are affected, We found cure in Poetry laced jazz tell me what I am looking for outside

Renounce and be free all the love was curdled all along, now I can take all their essence, I can now properly stare at all that their yanch it doesn't disturb me. Sex is the stain of the soil of the mind, the fart of shame and I fart proudly in the numerous worlds in my mind.

Dogma versus logic, while our folks are trapped in dogma, here some logic not even sex will give you a orgasm that last up to three minutes but jazz and poetry could 
the world will be like excis... 

Leave me alone ooooo, Jazz na poetry mo ooo

People look at me crazy thinking I went up but too up, too crazy, but no I came down, downer than they ever thought, My mind is so clear it feels like a newborn's 
I can't wait to get home, I can't wait to stop
writing...


Try to make time to read Poetry to Jazz for at least 10 hours a week, It's quite Therapeutic.

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