The Plot Against the Giant:
First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering,
Whetting his hacker,
I shall run before him,
Diffusing the civilest odors
Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.
It will check him.
Second Girl
I shall run before him,
Arching cloths besprinkled with colors
As small as fish-eggs.
The threads
Will abash him.
Third Girl
Oh, la...le pauvre!
I shall run before him,
With a curious puffing.
He will bend his ear then.
I shall whisper
Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.
It will undo him.
-by Otieno Elvis Gikoi
Categories:
labials, adventure, crush, cute, cute
Form: Free verse
A cunning linguist is my Romeo,
whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me
ravenously from head to toe and—Oh!
in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy!
With lips on breasts, he kisses my firm nipples
first, then bites and nibbles on them like candy;
now wet with excitement, my genitals
beg for the strokes of his tongue to eat me.
Supine, I spread wide for him as his hands
prime my vagina—first the labials—
then my fluttering vulva—which expands
like a bloom for all of my man’s essentials.
Then, his lusty tongue slays my ********!—
so I then beg for the cock of my Horace.
Categories:
labials, body, candy, for her,
Form: Sonnet
Youthful Guilt
Penitence embedded his soul
For persuading his lover
To unite their labials:
Not deep but shallow felt.
The hormone spills out
Till he was tensed;
And inside him—
Concealed from the other flesh—
Oozed a yogurt-like liquid:
That makes the world enormous…
The dryness underneath
Was dampen and reeks—
Of creation gland—
But his inner man
Imaged in the Cross shrinks:
Evince youthful guilt
Categories:
labials, girlfriend-boyfriend, growing up, romance,
Form: Free verse
Whenever you are apart from me,
I dream of those beautiful moments; that were shared between us,
Those closeness of yours, reminds me of you lingering towards me...
When you are miles away from me,
I close my eyes and see that cute smile on your cute face.
Your words keep whispering into my ears when m alone,
Somethings which went wrong between us; when you who came to convince
me...
When you go away from me;I dream of me being with you..
Let's both go into sky; You and Me, no one else..
Will it be like heaven...?? may be yes.......
When I dreams of those lovely moments,
Glad tears too get scared to roll down;
'Cz you have warned them not to flow down my cheeks..
They too get afraid and are honest to u too..
The moment you entered into my small world,
My life changed...
Learnt good-bad things from you,everything changed ...
I remember the time when your labials were brushed with mine,
Felt like that moment will never end...
And when we were together in that dark room,
I was safe with you.
When you r away from me,
I miss You and hope that even you do.....
Categories:
labials, fantasy, imagination, life, lost
Form: Romanticism