Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Dear Diary


May 2: Dear diary, something strange happened today while I was having my siesta. I felt someone kissed me deeply on the lips but when I opened my eyes, no one was there. I still don’t believe I was dreaming ‘cos it felt so real and …heavenly. The lips tasted like iced candy and the tongue like strawberry. One moment, it was there in colorful cluster, the next, it was gone. I shut my eyes dreamily hoping it would come back….
May 3: You won’t believe it but it happened again. This time around, it was in the bathroom. I was having my shower when I felt the lips again. Consciously, I surrendered my lips, responding to its candied sweetness. Almost immediately, unseen hands began to explore my overflowing nudeness. I moaned quietly when magical fingers tasted, tickled and thrilled my fallowed nipples. The searing tongue moved downward, past every beckoning distraction and settled on the centre of my fertile sea. I cried loudly as flaming tongue devoured my depth. When the tongue stopped its tender assault, something else more muscular and awesome dived into the blue sea. I trembled under the weight of the harmony. It lingered for a while and when it stopped, I was too spent to leave the bathroom. Who could my unseen lover be? An angel or a ghost?
May 4: I was still busy thinking about my unseen lover when I felt his soft touch.
“Who are you?” I asked and waited for a response. What happened next was a wonder. Gentle breeze blew in from the window gathering and twirling until it formed an unbelievable image that made me gulp with desire. He was the tallest thing I ever seen. Jet-dark hair tumbled down his shoulders like a dazzling waterfall. His bare chest was full of muscles and lush hairs. I saw dazzling stars in his eyes. How I ached for his touch.
“Who are you?” I asked again, certain of what he would say. I am your guardian angel sent to show you the path of pleasure. I have come to fold you with the brimming magic of heaven searing breath of passion.
“I am… your imagination.” He said and I panicked. That was no what I wanted to hear.
“My imagination?
“Oh yes.”
“You mean… you do not exist?”
“No except in your imagination.”
“That is not possible! You made love to me and it was so real.” I went wild.
“Yes, because that is what you desired. You felt what you wanted to feel.”
That statement dashed my dreams. I rushed forward bent on holding tight to him and caught nothing but shadows. Have I been making love to myself through a twisted imagination? Dear diary, am I going crazy?

28 comments:

Tigeress said...

This definitley is one of ur writing materials- i hope? :)

dbthinks said...

Nice stuff.. The 'curse' of an overactive imagination or what?

Olufunke said...

I like this, beautiful depiction,..........but is this fiction? your imagination?
nice one, its been a while you updated. How are you doing?

Rose said...

Marvelously woven by undoubtedly talented fingers...

How are you doing??

Brit Kingsbury said...

This was beautiful.

Lindah said...

Ilike your creativity. will be back.

Kabi-Osi Edumare said...

Great piece.Like it!!!

RocNaija said...

Nice concept..

Charles said...

The imagination can be a dangerous thing ;)

aliceaudrey said...

Great stuff! Loved it.

aliceaudrey said...

BTW, next time you post your work, leave a comment on my blog so I can follow you back. Please.

Oyin said...

hmmm..i feel like that sometimes

thanks for visiting my blog, KIT

babajidesalu said...

What I like about this write up is not only the creativity behind it but the gift that many have not been able to master. And that is the gift of the mind.

What the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve...The imagination is the almighty gift given to us by the Almighty God.

Some recognise and use it for good, others use it for bad. Majority do not even know it exists, or they pay less attention of its influence, hence they coast through life.

Well done with this script...I love it. Well composed...I bet most readers heart beats were pumping.. again, that is the power of your imagination.

Guys, DARE TO DREAM!

Cidersweet said...

Hi! How far? I hope you've been good? Eku nre week :-)

leggy said...

please please...tell me u r joking!!!!tell me this is a work of fiction!!!please please tell me!

Ms.Hussein said...

I love your word choices . I'm also curious to know if this is fiction or reality .. ?

ryan field said...

Hi Deola.

Lindah said...

The diction is great, thanks for sharing.

*Sandra* said...

I loved that... and posted on my birthday, too. If she's going crazy, it's a nice kind of crazy.

Tairebabs said...

Ok i hoping this was fiction o! If not its time to call the pastor or alternatively get some more sleep to kill the overactive imagination...lol. Beautiful piece of writing.

Funms-the rebirth said...

we feel what we imagine......... this was so well written

Griffin said...

lolololol! I so know this was all fiction, cause if it wasn't then you either have the imagination of Da' vinci or you're going crazy... love it.. will be back to check up on what else you got. don't stay away too long.

pink-satin said...

am guessing this is fiction if not very very strange something o..lol

Siti Aisyah said...

aww thanks for reading my blog,

flabby said...

the imagination is actually more powerful than we give it credit for!

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Jagriti said...

Wonderful piece of writing...very engrossing and the message at the last is so true...most of the times our imagination does make us feel what we want to feel...

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