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Tag: Owerri
Before You Click
Believe me! He is real; but, she doesn’t exist.On your screen, her photo – a deliberate fabricationakin to the menace of malware and Photoshopmanipulated by a jackass in O-Town1 with ill intentis not your moonshot cure to midlife’s loneliness. Her gestures – a sham… Continue Reading “Before You Click”
Orange Room
In her striptease, wornas inept as a mini without panties;in this orange room – a private lounge,stereo blasting, teenagers barely legal –serving sparkling wine, topless n’ carefree.Illuminated on the neon podiumher body oscillating to Fela’s Afrobeatshe took prisoners effortlessly by her –swaying luscious hips,… Continue Reading “Orange Room”
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Had there been no green in him one would not have thoughtHim to have been envenomed, but starting back from theDarting of this virid twister, one forgets at leastFor a moment that there is no question of his virulence here.His color is drawn from the grass in which he flickers,But washed as by the water […]
