Kiss me Forget all else Lost in our world My lips on yours Searching Knowing our tastes Groping our way Finding ourselves Hold me Let’s loose ourselves To the pleasures And sweet desires Love me Right

Look in my eyes See that longing Let it draw us Closer It’s you I want You feel the same Come nearer still Let me Hold you better Stroking your hair Lifting your chin Kiss me Forget the rest Stay with

Image Source Each blow landed with a sting. Curled in fetal position, Ada counted. It would be over soon. He never got past forty. Last time it was twenty four lashes before John flung his belt away and

Beauty appears where you least expect it. I was seeing John off when two girls walked past us into the compound, and our conversation seized abruptly. It was as if a thunderbolt struck us mute. I glanced

Source If you would take just one advice from me, it should be this: Never allow fear be your guide. Rather let love, faith and hope guide you. Yes, some of your fears may come true but all your dreams

He burnt the phoenix that morning. He watched it all turn into ash. It was one of the sketches she made for him. She made a sketch for almost every event she considered significant in her life. It was

Eureka! This word alone should be enough, right? Wrong! I could use a thousand words to describe my encounter with steemit and yet it wouldn’t be enough. Yes, I found it! I found something I never knew

This is the end. No one ever comes back from this. He was whispering to me, his voice trembling badly. I still stared ahead, feeling dazed. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I turned to

She would make him fight for it. They would watch cable television together on the bed and while she pretended to concentrate on the movie being shown, he would work diligently on putting her in the mood.

I packed the last of the boxes. I thought I was ready to go. The driver of the moving van was already growing impatient with my numerous back and forth movement. It seemed as though I wasn't prepared to

Trouble started with a handshake. What seemed like every other ordinary day upon waking up, turned out to be a most worrisome day for me. I was packing up for my long awaited journey home when I received

This is my father's story. This happened long before I was born. The story is a significant part of his experience during the civil war in Nigeria that threatened to divide the country. I believe this

First of all, I must confess that I'm really relishing the opportunities afforded me by these writing contests on steemit. It is really improving my writing skills. I'm grateful to @stach for this opportunity

I am sweating. I’m sweating under air-conditioning. No one can see me sweating, so I guess I’m sweating inside. My heart is pounding furiously. Suddenly, I’m feeling itchy on my scalp. I won’t scratch,

You will remember her face. It’s the only picture you’ve got of her. You sit idly in the cold evening harmattan breeze; light your fifth cigarette stick while listening to Passenger’s-Things You’ve Never

I squeezed out time between my clinic hours to write the short story below. This is my submission for the writing contest put up by @son-of-satire on "An experiment with empathy". I must confess

It begins in the head and the mirror Big, shiny and bright yellow, flowing Right through the heart, red, pouring From the tip of fingers in blue print. It came too with a pen and a paper Firm and bold

Double red lines were staring right back at her. Ada dropped her wrist watch on the sink and gently lowered herself unto the toilet seat. Her head felt fuzzy, she could not think. Red is the color of love…red

Leaving your comfort zone is one of the scariest things you may ever do. Problem is, it’s not just your fears that scare you. The fears of those around you, especially your loved ones, scare you even more.