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Thursday, February 3, 2022

a literary anthology of #konji and #agro

Calling all agony aunties and agoro philosophers!!!
Here (try the comments) is an anonymous space to submit your "art"
TRY IT.  
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  1. I want to come

    Dring Dring
    It’s a WhatsApp call
    I had missed two earlier on
    And so I call back
    Hello
    And a voice floats to me from the other end of the line
    Where are you she inquired longingly
    Are you home?
    Yes I am
    Would you like to come I ask
    Yes I do but I can’t
    I want to come but I can’t she starts to speak in meter and verse in an imitation of how I would perform a piece
    And thus a poem was born
    This poem
    We began to duet and volley lines across the line
    I would want to come but I can’t because if I do I would want to cum and as much as I would want that I am not meant to and for that reason I would not come
    Uhhh
    So let me get you straight
    You want to come
    Uhuh
    But you cannot come
    Uhuh
    Because if you come you would want to cum
    Yeah
    But somehow although you would want that to cum but that is exactly the reason why you would not come
    Because you would want to cum if you come?
    Yes. That about sums it.
    Come on

    This is a social conundrum if ever there was one
    The body desires what the mind knows it should not have
    And a war rages in our members
    Desire against reason
    Body with mind
    Soul and spirit
    I want what I should not
    And so I battle for supremacy over my thoughts
    My beliefs against my needs
    In a bid to stay true to who I have become who I see myself as who society sees me who my family insist I am who my children would be proud of who who who this who who just wants to cum but can’t come because this cumin that is the ultimate manifestation of human emotion and pleasure has to be regulated within the confines of public oaths taken in court church shrine that our choices are controlled by
    A necessary prison
    A sanctity of social safety
    Even if..
    Even if
    Even if I want to come I still cannot come
    I cannot let myself go
    Go wild
    Go free
    Go bananas
    Go gorilla ape
    Go beast
    Go out on the limb
    If I let go how oh how would I ever be able to rein myself in again?
    I do not know how
    So I stay
    Stay with the agro with the fire raging in between my thighs
    Blazing in the soft irises of my eyes
    Taut in the stiffening of my nipples in the safe confines of my bra
    My inner womanness bubbling in the secrecy of my underwear
    No I cannot let myself go
    I cannot come
    I cannot come
    Until of course I come until I let myself go and come and then let myself go and cum
    Maybe cum a few times that will make me want to come next time because once I come in the wild wanton freeing of yoked desire I would have let myself go
    But no I hold back the thought
    I stymie the imagination
    I

    Screw it
    I am coming

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