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He had rules and knew his way    careful coz he had fears He always knew how to ply life's waves    guards his heart when love nears Strong and tall he felt bold    greedy_ he took and never shares His smile was warm but felt cold    needing those nightstand like cheers But then she came and gave what he wanted    for his heart to smile and cheeks glee His bed was hers to share for as long as he wanted    the pleasure was right_ even I agree Somehow he forgot fears that had stayed his mind    it must have been love but she called it lust Couldn't see with his eyes coz his heart had gone blind    too late his precious pebble fell on sands_ lost _Prince Jeremiah Kadiri

  Sometimes we just lay and as much as we try to find favor in sleep’s sight, she not only eludes us but cause us to roll from one side of the bed to the other. Don’t know what part turns her on most before she finally gives in but for me, I just try to drift into sweet thoughts of days before. Tonight is no exception but however, she (I mean sleep) tends not to be horny no matter how pleasing my techniques seem to have improved. Whilst I dance to the music from my cover clothe and the not so appealing songs of crickets and nocturnal birds from outside my window here in Ezeagu, for no just course I begin to wonder why the hell she has decided to remain dry. As if the fact that sleep_ the wife with whom I must sleep every night has decided to estrange me is not enough, the incessant sounds gushing forth crickets like vomiting clouds on a rainy day suddenly becomes a cause of concern. Putting my ears to unrest as I restlessly try to fathom why in the pit of hell’s horned beast I can’t