POEMS BY ONE MICAIAH

Tosin barged into the room. The opened door let light in and allowed her to stare into the nakedness of one Tunde sitting on the bed, smoking marijuana. He stared back sluggishly, eyes red.

“Close the door.” He bowed.

She jammed the door hard and searched for his head in the dark. The smoke light revealed his face. She flinched, frightened by it.

“Come closer.” His voice came out thicker than she was expecting.

She curled up his arms, shakily. He inhaled a cloud of smoke and pushed her head down. She moved to cover his prepuce with her mouth and stroked it against her palate. His hand moved along with her head and this continued as if for life.

Soon, Tochukwu entered through the door, robed in a burgundy towel, body dripping wet. The light had shone on Tunde again, but now, he’s with Tosin.

Tochukwu locked the door and un-robed himself. The next thing I felt was sweet noises from the lips that left me moments ago.

©One Micaiah.

Mikaiah Sunday Oyepintemi
Mikaiah Sunday Oyepintemi also known as One Micaiah is a Medical Laboratory Science graduate of the College of Medicine of the University of Lagos, a writer of poems and short stories and a lover of life. He is a believer of love and true friendship. Writing, to him, is the only way he can speak without talking. He hopes to write and publish as many books as he can, while alive. He looks forward to meeting new friends too. Please follow him on Twitter