'Im sorry I'm late but I'm hungry'
were his words as he stood at my door
sweat glistening on his chocolate body
even though the sun was long gone.
How could I resist those eyes? Or that smile?
For what seemed like forever, we stood there
the chemistry so strong, it sent electrical charges to my brain
causing my pulse to quicken so fast, I had to gasp to catch up.
He pleaded with his eyes for me to let him in
Little did he know I was already calculating
what food to give him that will ensure
the shortest route from his stomach to his heart.
As I placed the bowl of steaming amala and ewedu
in front of him, his lips mouthed the words 'thank you'
Though I couldn't really hear cause I was imagining what
those lips would feel like. On my skin.
Cause you see, they'd been there before.
Soft lips, that caused my body to convulse every time he kissed me.
Soft lips that temporarily caused amnesia when they touched mine.
Soft lips that were a breath away, yet so far.
I watched as he ate wondering what had gotten him
so hungry that he would wolf down such a heavy meal
at such an odd hour, and how did I even find the
strength to turn this amala this night?
After he was done eating he smiled a warm smile
and said 'Thank you' and in what seemed like slow motion
He got up and kissed me on the cheek.
The cartwheels in my stomach were going at 220mph.
But it wasnt really slow motion
And he didnt really kiss my cheek
But what he said was,
'Thanks I gotta get back to my girlfriends house'.
Fiction. Or is it? I wonder...
xxx
Fabulo-la
were his words as he stood at my door
sweat glistening on his chocolate body
even though the sun was long gone.
How could I resist those eyes? Or that smile?
For what seemed like forever, we stood there
the chemistry so strong, it sent electrical charges to my brain
causing my pulse to quicken so fast, I had to gasp to catch up.
He pleaded with his eyes for me to let him in
Little did he know I was already calculating
what food to give him that will ensure
the shortest route from his stomach to his heart.
As I placed the bowl of steaming amala and ewedu
in front of him, his lips mouthed the words 'thank you'
Though I couldn't really hear cause I was imagining what
those lips would feel like. On my skin.
Cause you see, they'd been there before.
Soft lips, that caused my body to convulse every time he kissed me.
Soft lips that temporarily caused amnesia when they touched mine.
Soft lips that were a breath away, yet so far.
I watched as he ate wondering what had gotten him
so hungry that he would wolf down such a heavy meal
at such an odd hour, and how did I even find the
strength to turn this amala this night?
After he was done eating he smiled a warm smile
and said 'Thank you' and in what seemed like slow motion
He got up and kissed me on the cheek.
The cartwheels in my stomach were going at 220mph.
But it wasnt really slow motion
And he didnt really kiss my cheek
But what he said was,
'Thanks I gotta get back to my girlfriends house'.
Fiction. Or is it? I wonder...
xxx
Fabulo-la
Comments (28)
oooh hell naaaaw!!
Can u imagine?!
This better b fiction oh fabulo-la
Y wuld u b tempting me with ur glistenin body nd soft lips only t tell me u're goin bak t someones bed?! arrrgghh! *tearin hair*
So many people's reality. And it's amazing how active we ladies' imaginations are. lol
lol..it better be fiction.so for my house you dey come refresh after doing whatever with your girlfriend?yeah right.
ouch....dat would hurt if it isn't fiction o...hmmm men sef!
This is definitely fiction only because you don't know how to cool amala and edwedu! heheheeh
On a serious note though, what nonsense!
This should better be a fiction o!
Wicked!!
Darn gal dont do that to us...look at me thinking it led to hot passionate sex with full blown earth shattering orgasm
Wicked...either fiction or real life.
Pls...let dis b fiction...
He would so vomit that amala....
lol fluffycutething lol lol...thats deep, really deep. thats how people take advantage of others emotions. Fabulola now stop keeping us in the dark, which part was real and which was fiction. Again I love your writing.
o hell to the freak no,....it wanna be fiction die
Cue in M.I"s somebody wants to die...
This had better be fiction, why didn't he go to the girlfriend's house to eat.
**smh, smiling...** cant say i didnt see that coming.
Oh no...he had a girlfriend. I like the sudden knowledge at the end.
OMG!!!! hahahaha! Sorry i find it funny! Hope its fiction
LOL I love this line:
Soft lips that temporarily caused amnesia when they touched mine.
Ouch!
Pele.
NO! I really was hoping the kiss was real :-)))
i`m going to seat on the fence and say faction
lol and then off he went.
LOL! Nan-Sense! Wo. He had better eat his girlfriend next time, what rubbish. *hiss......I sure hope it's fiction.
Please let it be fiction! Talk about eating his cake and having it. Eating good food at your place and then running to his girlfriend's house. Abeg he should tell her to cook it for him then.
After he ate your sweet food? Next time- give him indomie 2 minute noodles. haha, hope its fiction. You right beautifully.
Jeeezzz!!! Fiction or no, this is how I want to write!!!! The build-up to the climax is just wicked!!! This is just too much for me!!! Nice one!
It had better be fiction else I'd slap his mouth!Imagine!He has seen cook abi?
Nice post..
This better be fiction
Why would you let a guy treat you like this?
You are not even a booty call
He's treating you like an F.O.C (free of charge) mamaput
You are worth more than this.
(this must be a joke)
If its not fiction... kindly SMACK yourself across the face for such arrant nonsense!!!!!!!.
So you now wasnt to become Mama Put se?
He better come and wash his plate o!!!
Heiisss Mister.. comeback and wash your plate!!!
Oh
fabulola
this writing was totally on point
i loved it
i hope its fiction oh