Locked In The Bar Bathroom – Mel Afoa

When I get that feeling,

I want sexual healing,
Sexual..healing...

Licking my lips, swinging my hips,

I walk into the bar with a sultry smile.
Wearing little under a body-hugging blue laced dress,
Should've gone Commando.
Hair pulled to one side, the long waves loose,
Brown with a hint of sun-kiss blonde,
Eyes a similar shade, though a butter pecan-brown,
Legs going on for miles, smooth and tanned brown,
Covered in eight-inch 'Take Me Home' black heels,
The curves on my body perfectly placed,
Breasts full, hips thick, good-sized waist.
A touch of mascara, a hint of clear lip-gloss,
Is all that is needed.

I notice you as you stand there in the corner with your boys,

Head bumping to Marvin Gaye,
And I lick my lips as I conjure up a detailed vision,
Of your lips on mine,
Giving me that sexual healing.
Your sudden hip thrusts to the chorus get me weak all of a sudden,
The heat between my legs growing bolder,
The feeling of want increasing with every thrust you make.
You notice me watching, a wink comes my way,
So I smile, raise my wet pussy shot to you,
And swallow.
The move makes your dancing stop, eyes glued to my throat,
And within seconds, you leave them and walk my way.
I won't lie, I get slightly nervous.
The nerves rack my body as you move closer with each step,
And so I stand there breathing slowly,
Thinking about what the night will hold.

The first thing I notice as stand in front of me,

Is your height.
Tall, built and delicious are the words I'd use to describe you,
Mouth-watering, gorgeous, big are back-ups.
I'm a sucker for facial hair, so as I glance at yours,
The heat is on a new level.
My eyes tracing your flawless features,
Eyes a perfect shade of light brown, hair full of untamed curls,
Lips full, muscles in all places,
And a sleeve tattoo snaking along your right arm,
My biggest weakness.
“You're a tease”, you huskily whisper in my ear,
Even when Sexual Healing plays loudly in the background,
And without warning, you bite my earlobe softly,
And sparks immediately fly within, and below.
You lean towards me, softly kissing my neck,
And that's when I realize: the game has started.


Half an hour later, we're in the bar's disability toilets,
Exploring.
Pushed up against the wall, dress and thong long since abandoned,
One hand behind me, the other pulling your hair,
Your tongue licking my most sensitive spot,
Legs spread wide while you lean over me,
That possessive mouth of yours a killer.
I could literally feel you smirking when my moans unwillingly come out,
But I can't be bothered dealing with your ego,
When I'm in a state of ecstasy.
Blinded by passion, I can only feel,
Eyes closed as I ride cloud nine,
A few of your rough fingers going hard,
Entering in me, exploring my most delicate place,
Tongue playing chase and mouse with my clit,
Fire playing with fire.

Twenty minutes later, I find myself on my knees,
Sucking.
Both our clothes are long abandoned,
Door closed and key thrown away.
I watch with satisfaction as you throw you head back and groan,
Panting as you close your eyes while in a state of lust,
Loving the way I flick my tongue on the tip of your dick,
Teasing you with my slow licks,
Up and down, in and out.
You push my head to take you deeper and I do with no hesitation,
The sounds of my choking making you pant harder,
Your hips thrusting as you push your cock in and out of my mouth,
The slowest of slows, before you start pumping up the speed,
Pumping hard, pumping fast,
Face-fucking.

Ten minutes later, you're in me.
Your expert hands hold my body hostage, hands holding my legs,
Spreading them as far as can go,
Your cock pumping hard into my core,
It's thickness and length pushing all boundaries.
You're rough, but intimately sweet as well,
Running your hands on my body as you pump,
Fingers lingering over my hardened nipples,
Casually leaning down to kiss my swollen lips,
Laughing as you kiss away the moans and screams that come through them.
We're on the dirty bathroom floor,
Fucking.
Locked in a bar bathroom.

The Morning After – Mel Afoa

(Inspired by Chris Brown's 'Take You Down')


The morning after,
He wakes me up with sensual kisses on the back of my neck.
I wake up to find him leaving a trail of kisses and licks down my naked spine,
His tongue creating a path of loving destruction,
Of intimate seduction,
His lips igniting a fire from deep within,
The evidence slowly oozing between the valley of my legs,
The stubble on his face felt as he rubs his face against my back,
As he works lower.
I subtly moan as I feel his teeth against the curves on my hips,
Biting softly, but with harsh intention,
And though still in a sleepy state in mind, I can feel myself awakening.
He can feel, see and smell it as he bites lower.
My back is to him, but the feeling is as intimate as the front,
When he grabs both ass cheeks, and bites them hard,
The pillow a wonderful helper in muffling the moan I let out.
“I'm going to enjoy this breakfast”, he says huskily,
And I feel the heat between my legs go hotter.

I move to turn around, but he quickly stops me,
Moving to straddle me by hovering on top,
My hands firmly held on the sides of my head.
Head down, ass up.
“I can't see you”, I murmur, the pillow muffling my words.
He leans forward, and kisses my right earlobe gently.
“Let me do all the seeing”, he says softly.
Before I can reply, soft pain ripples through my body quickly,
As his teeth bite my earlobe.
The pain is one filled with lust however,
So I find myself moaning from such an action.
Moving on with his exploring,
He begins to kiss and lick my back once more,
But even slower than before.
So slow that I let out a furious and impatient sigh.
I feel him grin against my skin as goes lower,
And I wait with anticipation as he finally reaches my ass cheeks once more.
He skips over my firm buttocks, instead continuing on to kiss my thighs,
Biting their thickness, and leaving his love bites on my skin.

His tongue explores down my legs for a long while,
And after he leaves extra bite marks on my thighs,
He slowly turns me around.
The first thing I see after shaking out of my lust haze,
Is his.
The lust in his eyes makes me freeze under him,
And as he gazes at me with obvious intention,
I can feel his hard excitement right under my belly button.
He bites his lips, which sends my mind into a frenzy,
Watching as his teeth bite his plump lower lip,
Slowly, before licking his top lip.
His stares into my eyes for a while,
As he hovers on top of me, straddling my hips with his.
His eyes start looking lower,
Starting point being the curves of my collarbone,
And as his eyes wander lower, his fingers touch where his smouldering eyes do.
His fingers trace down my arms and I smile as he kisses my knuckles,
And laugh as he sucks the small fat on my arms.
The heat between my legs starts boiling,
When he gets to my breasts.

Whiles his eyes and fingers roam the valley of my breasts,
He sighs, and I gulp slowly.
His fingers trace around them, cupping them while he leans in,
His sinful tongue at the ready.
I close my eyes and wait to feel his lips around on my assets,
Knowing my mind will shut off immediately,
But after waiting for a few seconds, feeling like its been years,
I open my eyes to a lust and playful expression.
“Beg”, he whispers, and I whimper.
He holds my gaze powerfully, which makes it impossible to look away,
And though caught in a lust haze, a whimpering phase,
The stubbornness comes pouring through,
And instead of heeding his command,
I spread my legs from under his straddling, and wrap them around his waist,
His hardness now poking closer to my entrance,
Hard body pressed against mine as I lift my lower body up towards his.
He shakes his head and laughs, determination now crossing his features,
Gaze getting stronger, hardness getting harder.
“I said beg”, he says harshly, before cupping my breasts even harder,
Raising them higher as he leans down and evens himself next to them.
We both know I'm about to lose,
Since he smirks as he looks at my hardened nipples,
Teasingly leaving me breathless and impatient,
His tongue inches away from tasting them.
I give in immediately after he starts to move back,
Whispering a, “please!” while I grab his head from moving.
He smirks, before he takes in the first nipple,
The smirk growing as he watches me moan and lean my head back.

I'm on cloud nine,
That much is clear.
His tongue is licking slowly, teeth biting quickly,
His lips trying to suck as much of my breasts into his mouth while he sucks.
His fingers pinch with playfulness, before the aggression comes,
And all I can do is lean my head back,
Eyes closed, mouth open, breasts pushed out, ass back, legs wrapped around his waist.
He takes a while sucking and licking my breasts,
Which quickly sends my heat into a frenzy,
And when feels me about to come just from him sucking softly on my breasts,
He puts his lips back on mine to cover the loud moan we both know will come.
“Well down, baby”, he says against my lips with a smile,
Before biting them and then proceeding to kiss my stomach.
It doesn't take me long to recover, before I feel the heat igniting once more,
As he kisses and leaves bites over my stomach.
I ignore the small uneasiness in the back of my mind about the extra fat on my stomach,
And the negative thoughts immediately disappear when he sucks to bite and suck it,
His playful manner making the feelings within grow even more.
As soon as he slithers off my body and off the bed,
Crouching down right against the end of the bed,
Yanking my body down towards him,
Spreading my legs open in front of him,
I nearly come right then and there.

He leans forward and kisses my small belly fat,
And I have to grab anywhere of the bed sheet around me,
Closing my eyes as I feel his presence sliding lower,
Positioning himself right at the mouth of my entrance.
“Don't hold anything down”, he says softly as he kisses right in the middle,
And I don't.
I don't hold in my moans as he slowly covers his lips onto my other set of plump lips,
Gulping down the sweet juice he whipped up.
I don't hold in my groans as I feel the tip of his tongue push in
Playing 'touch my body' with my clit, his tongue moving around in circles,
Licking up more juice, plunging deep and deeper.
I definitely don't hold out on panting, trying to catch my breath as I try and fail to sit up,
Watching as his head does wanders between my legs,
Well, more like his mouth and that wicked tongue.
He sucks, and I gasp, getting closer to the edge,
And he starts eating furiously when he hears my loud whimpers.

Knuckles white from holding the sheets too tight,
I instead move my hands to his head,
Sitting up and pushing his head deeper between my legs as he eats,
Sucks, licks, munches, nibbles,
I curse him in my head as the heat boils once more,
When his fingers start helping his mouth tip me off the edge.
The profanities are released, weaving themselves in between my sex noises,
As he uses multiple fingers to rub my clit while his mouth works harder,
Tongue working faster.
I come again, and he quickly swallows,
Holding my stare with his as he eats me up,
His piercing gaze never wavering elsewhere.
I can't continue the stare fest, because cloud nine greets me once more,
Head falling back onto the bed, eyes closing,
Rewarding him in my mind with a medal for the best pussy-eating.
When I feel his lips and fingers leave my now sensitive lower lips,
I open my eyes and watch as he slides over me.
“Tasty”, he says slowly, eyes still intent on mine,
And he hovers on top of my wet and sweating body,
Licks one of his fingers, before tracing the rest onto my lips.
I taste myself on his fingers, along with the spit he leaves as he sucks.

After a while of his fingers dominating my mouth,

I quickly manoeuvre myself so I'm on top of him.
He smiles, shaking his head slightly as he sees my grin,
The smile faltering and his expression falling into anticipation,
As I slowly straddle his hips, my back towards him,
Ass cheeks resting nicely against his fine and muscular chest,
My heat warming his chest.
As I bend my head lower, towards his hardened member,
I smile.
When I take him into my mouth, I hear his moans.
When I take him deeper, I hear his groans.
When I bring my teeth out, and my deadly tongue, I can hear the pants.
I smile when I start sucking hard,
Grin when I feel him grabbing my ass cheeks, his fingernails pressing into my skin,
Raising his lower body so I can take him deeper, so his hardness can take my mouth,
Sigh with content when I start to feel him throbbing against my throat
While holding his member hostage deep within.
The morning after.

Wipe That Bitch Away – Mel Afoa

Take this plain napkin my loving ladybug,
The one I brought 'specially for today.
See that arrogant smirk on your heavenly features?
Yeah, wipe that bitch away.

The presence of such a smile isn't needed,

For I feel happy regardless of what you think,
Thinking I was unaware of your infidelity,
Honey sugar, I found out in a blink.

Your discreet ways were anything but,

Especially since the evidence was all out,
Used condoms in the trash, unknown shirts stuffed in my closet,
Definitely had no doubt.

Should've realised from the get-go of your ways,

The biggest sign was the hickey marks I never gave,
Thirteen months after our marriage, love was lost,
At least someone gave you some, what a save.

So take this plain napkin my quiet and yet cheating wife,

The one I brought 'specially for today.
See that sultry smirk on your heavenly features?
Please wipe that damn bitch away.

Most couples are lucky their love walls fall not,

Trust, hope and commitment act as the glue.
Love builds, love fails, it's just the process of life,
Guess I got unlucky with you.

The only thing I don't understand, and I'll never get,

Is why you did not open up to me.
Should've told me you needed out,
And I would've let you out long ago with glee.

The memories of walking in on you naked,

With a man who was not I wrapped in your embrace,
Was the waking up moment of the century,
I take my leave with the utmost grace.

Now take this plain napkin, woman,

The one I brought 'especially for today.
See that faltering smirk on your features?
Fucking wipe that bitch away.

The Purpose Of Earphones - Mel Afoa

 

If you venture out and ask most teenagers,

What the purpose of earphones may be,
Most likely their answers will be the same,
“For music, duhhh”.
There will be the occasional answer,
“To ignore my family or friends”
Or the witty but rarely said,
“For ears, are they not?”.
The last and most rare, yet also the most significant,
Said by the one you ventured out and found sitting alone,
“To save lives”.

Be aware of such said teenagers,

For they are the ones needing special attention.
They lurk behind the shadows, stand lonely out of crowds,
Earphones in, head down, body limp and heart broken.
If you scroll through the songs on their phone,
Expect no romance.
Do not expect a whole list of emotional songs either.
Expect songs that attempt “to save lives”.
Songs that speak from the heart,
Encouraging to move on forward and forget such troubles,
And though the artist's efforts in motivation and encouragement,
Barely change any of their situation,
They give hope.
The one thing these type of teenagers live for.

To most teenagers, earphones were created for privacy,

Contentedly listening to one's music without disturbance.
To some, earphones offer a brick wall to many who exist,
Their loud and irritating voices drowned out by a melodic beat.
To a few, earphones offer comfort and hope,
When the world around them falls, and the people fall with it.
They are the ones who need earphones the most,
For it isn't just a piece of technological creation,
But a buoy floating in the darkest and deepest ocean,
A full water bottle on the crystal sands of the Sahara Desert,
The petrol filled into a vehicle.

Never lose hope of the future,

Linger not on the past or the present.
Your sticky situation is nothing but an obstacle,
And to overcome such a matter,
You must believe.
Believe and hope.
Plug your earphones in,
And close your eyes.
Smile when you hear the slow or fast rhythm,
The deep and soothing voice of the singer,
The gentle or harsh sounds of the instruments.
The world might not make you feel belonged,
But those earphones will.
God always promises a happy ending.

Fairytale Deeze – Mel Afoa

Imagine my surprise when I come home late at night,

Frustrated and tired after a long day serving moody customers,
Annoyed, but ecstatic to see the love of my life,
Excited to snuggle up to him, shower him with kisses,
Wrap my legs around his waist and sigh content,
Only to find that some chick was already doing that.
So shocked was I to discover such a betrayal,
I stood gaping for longer than a minute,
Watching my husband lift up her shirt,
Hike up her skirt,
Push in, pull out.
The sounds heard were the moans and screams of release,
And the tearing of a heart.

They always used to talk about happy endings in fairytales.
“The prince and princess live happily for ever after”.
Bitch, please.
Fairytale deeze.

He was the Prince Charming of them all,
Not only brutally handsome and mysterious,
But powerful and oozing with charm too.
His body was as tough as nails, the muscles in all the right places,
Tall, lean, delicious.
Dumb was I to think a man as gorgeous as can be,
Would hold no flaw, would stay loyal.
Though he did not sweep through the gates with a stallion horse,
He still came in with a bang,
And after a long period of cute dates, intimate nights and golden promises,
We were married on a small beach in Venice surrounded by family and friends.

They always used to talk about happy endings in fairytales.
“The prince and princess live happily for ever after”.
Bitch, please.
Fairytale deeze.

Unfortunately doors slam and wake people up from their business,
Which is what occurred when I had slammed the door on my 'Prince Charming',
In bed with another princess.
Ran all the way to my Mazda, with my name being shouted in the cold air,
Stark naked, he was as he stood from our flat's window,
A funny sight, had I looked up.
Irrational thoughts had plagued my mind as I drove,
The fury over such a betrayal at it's highest.
What had I done wrong?
Was my body not satisfying enough?
Did I not pour all my love into our marriage?
We both promised each other a happily ever after,
And yet I was anything but happy.
He promised me my very own fairytale,
And boy was it an epic tale.

They always used to talk about happy endings in fairytales.
“The prince and princess live happily for ever after”.
Bitch, please.
Fairytale deeze.

Parking our car at the local beach front,

I drew up a major conclusion.
Fairytales exist, for children.
The epic fantasy world with the majestic castles,
Shining chandeliers, slow music, beautiful dresses,
Luscious green palace gardens, gold wine glasses,
They aren't for all marriages.
They barely exist in reality.
So next time someone tells and promises you a fairytale,
Just nod and smile.
Fairytale deeze.

Take Her Down – Mel Afoa

The sweetest tasting wine bottle pops open,
Bacardi dominates the taste buds,
Smells of freshly cooked Mediterranean pasta fills the air,
Mixing together with the smell garden-fresh mint,
Intimately decorating the plate of pasta heaven.
The new champagne glasses are out on the satinwood dining table,
The cutlery laid out perfectly, with the candles lit to add warmth,
The chocolate moose cake dessert setting peacefully in the fridge.

She stands behind the door nervously,

Her fingers twitching with anticipation,
Dressed brilliantly in a fine shade of white,
The curves of her womanly body wrapped tightly,
The lacy white dress hinting at delight and content.
Her black heels are strapped lovingly around her feet,
Smooth legs stocking-less to show the miles they go on for,
The colour of her mocha skin brilliantly emphasised with coconut lotion.
The curls of her mahogany hair caresses her face and shoulders,
Her full lips shaded with a light pink lipstick,
Make-up minimal, the nerves at a maximum.

She taps at the door with shaking knuckles,

Hoping he'll like not only her personality,
But the fact she decided to keep her face all natural besides her lipstick,
And her figure-hugging dress.
She sighs, and prays for a good time as she hears his feet coming closer to the door,
And immediately puts on a charming smile as he opens it with a grin.

Walking in hesitantly, the nerves transform from wind to hurricane,
Her stomach full of gliding butterflies,
Twisted knots and marching ants.
She turns to him and immediately notices the smouldering gaze fixed upon his handsome features,
The heat of it lighting up a fire in her heart, mind and body.
He says nothing, his blue irises inspecting the curve of her hips,
The eight-inch heels with the leather straps around her ankles,
The way her hugging-dress shapes her full breasts perfectly.
He notices her swallow nervously, and she sees the fire in his eyes.
He licks his lips, and she steps back one step.

“You look beautiful”, his smooth voice says, and those three words put her heart in a frenzy.

He runs one hand through his golden-brown hair,
The plain black shirt failing to hide the sharp planes of his muscular body,
His lower half wrapped around in a good pair of jeans.
Her lower body ignites again as she watches his biceps twitch,
The muscles sending her mind into a sexual state.
She smiles hesitantly, but the smile drops as he walks forward,
His intense gaze rooting her on the spot.

One hand wraps around her waist lightly, and she gulps loudly,

His seductive chuckles filling the air.
He lowers his head slowly, her heart beating as quick as a drum.
The candles on the table crackling with the breeze dancing through the window,
The view of a majestic twilight hinting through the tan curtains,
A beautiful summer.
She sighs with delight when she feels the stubble on his face against her cheek,
Closing her eyes and smiling as he drops a small kiss against the corner of her mouth.
With that, he steps back and leads her towards the candlelit table,
His gentlemanly manners streaming through, though his mind stays firmly in the gutter.

He watches her every move when they eat, her laugh causing another stir to his groin,
Hard as a rock he becomes when her giggles fill the air.
She talks with confidence as she answers his many questions,
And though on their third date, in his small but happy apartment on fifth avenue block,
He finds the beauty opposite him intriguing as ever.
After the second date last Thursday, he knows he'll make it a quest to have this woman,
And eventually put a ring on the deliciously-looking mocha-coloured left wedding finger of hers.
She smiles as he showers her with compliments, and he notices her shyness and hesitance,
But he knew that the gorgeous beauty before him, with a little red wine and funny conversation,
Could turn into a complete 180.

The main meal is served, and she compliments him on the amazing cooking,

To which he shrugs off, and she inwardly smiles.
She stands up to take the plates to his kitchen sink,
And at first he stands to help her, but the sight of her perfectly shaped bottom hypnotises him,
Leaving him to try and hide the big bulge under the table.
The spell of Bacardi does it's magic as the nerves disappear through the window,
And she adds a little wiggle in her step when she feels his heating gaze on her backside.
She bend in front of the kitchen sink to retrieve the sponges underneath in the sink cupboard,
And the bulge strains, begging for release.

She giggles loudly when she feels his arms on her waist as she gets back up,

And her holds her there as they wash her dishes together.
He runs his hands down her body, his fingers tracing her every curve,
Happiness filling him as he feels her body slowly, teasingly.
He was pleased to find the woman before him was full of curves,
As he had his fair share of sticks and bones in the past.
His fingertips hold onto the bottom of her short, lacy dress,
And he grins as she stiffens in his arms, noticing her pause when washing.

There's no time left to spare, no time to wait,

The polite and expected conversation are over and done with.
The sexual tension heightens to an extreme,
And as the wind blows lightly towards them, leaving the hairs on her neck standing,
He knows it's time.

He kisses the skin on her neck gently, slowly.

His full lips linger for a while, and she stops cleaning all-together, hands gripping the sink.
The hands around her waist bring her closer, and she feels the bulge against her rump,
Standing bold, standing proudly against her.
His tongue appears, and so does his teeth as he slowly works his way against the skin of her neck.
Her tight grip on the kitchen sink only encourages him,
To go forward and venture into this woman,
Know every plane on her body.

He turns her around slowly, and sees the pupils on her brown eyes dilate,

When he wraps an arm around her waist, the other weaving through her hair,
And with a small smile, he leans forward,
And time stops as he brushes his mouth against her heavenly full-looking lips.
Her lips feel soft and warm, which only encourages him to go deeper.
She sighs against his lips, and he immediately takes the opening,

His tongue making an appearance and quicker entering to find hers.

She gasps, when his tongue touches hers,
And a few seconds after familiarising with the presence of his organ in her mouth,
Their tongues quickly fight for dominance.
Her hands slowly worm around his neck as their tongues dance fiercely,
Gently, lovingly, harshly.

After a few minutes of dominating her mouth, he takes it to the next level,

His hands tracing her every curve as they slide lower,
Until they find a perfect spot on her hips,
And with skill, without taking his wicked tongue from her mouth,
He picks her up and lifts her onto the clean wooden bench next to the sink.
She pushes back, looking flustered and shocked,
Which only makes him harder.
Harder than ever before.

The wind continues to dance through the open window as he leans forward,
Hands harshly pulling her head forward,
Lips meeting once more,
Tongues in a warrior dance.
He leaves his hands wrapped around her neck and he licks her lips,
Sucking her tongue and smirking as he hears her moans.
She wraps her long legs around his waist,
Her hands trying and failing to support her body against the bench.
He rips his mouth from hers after taking a while to suck her bottom lip,
And starts biting and licking his way down her neck.
She tries to muster up words to refuse his love-bites,
But thinking was impossible,
And the only thing coming out from her mouth were her moans.
Loud moans.

His lips and tongue follow her collarbone,

Making a small, delicate pattern,
Remembering every single outline of her neck, the freckles that lead towards full breasts.
He sends thanks to the Heavens for her wearing a V-shaped dress,
And as soon as he had a good hold of perfectly-round rump,
His tongue starts licking through the valley of her breasts.
He groans inwardly as he hears her whimper,
Her body lifting towards his tongue,
While he plants small kisses on the side tips of her breasts.
“Ple...please...”, she whispers while closing her eyes,
And he stiffens, his lips teasing down the valley.
When she whispers his name, he stops what his adventure of her covered breasts,
And steps back.

Sexual tension causes them to suffocate slightly, and she impatiently calls his name once more.

His eyes refuse to leave hers as he slowly takes off his fitting t-shirt,
Smiling as he sees her eyes wander,
Her intimate gaze lingering on the small trail of hair leading down towards his bulge,
And she smirks as she sees how big it has become.
He moves forward once more, and she licks her lips,
Only to be disappointed when he just stares at her.
“Take it off”, his husky voice demands slowly, and her gaze widens.
He looks towards the lower part of her body, and she realises what he wants.
She slowly gets off the bench, their eyes refusing to leave one another,
And within ten seconds, the lacy-black Victoria secret underwear is off.
He licks his lips as he grabs her hips and lifts her back on the bench,
Slowly, silently.

With one more gaze at her beautiful features, he knows there is no going back.

As he slowly hikes up her dress, he knows the woman before him has him hooked.
Hooked on her every curve, every feature.
As she looks at him with impatience eyes, also mixed with happiness and wonder,
He knows she's got him wrapped around her body, and that little pinkie.
As he leaves trails of kisses from her matching black bra down to her small belly button,
He stops thinking.
When he gets to her perfectly-kept mound, he just smiles.

Smiles as he realises how much she wants him.

Smiles as his arms hold onto to her legs to spread them further.
Smiles as his tongue touches that pink matter.
Smiles as he takes her down.

Sideline 'Ho' – Mel Afoa

It takes a while for a cheat to become caught,

And in some unfortunate cases, the cheat is never caught.

Those who find out quickly,

Do something about it quickly.

Those who finally grasp the unfortunate situation later on,

When whipped to the core,

Take their time, since they're in torment,

And they're lost.

They always diss the sideline 'ho',

Putting the blame all on her,

The worst words offered in the English language,

as well as those foreign,

Her other names.

They're always feeling sorry for the main chick,

The main girlfriend,

Thinking she's the only victim in this,

The one suffering,

Her used tissues scattering the bed,

Texts and calls asking how she's holding up,

Boxes full of chocolates and fairy floss,

Delivered to her door.

They always diss the sideline 'ho',

Putting the blame all on her,

The worst words offered in the English language,

as well as those foreign,

Her other names.

People mostly blame the sideline 'ho',

Thinking she's who caused the disruption of a 'loving relationship',

The one who opened the door to a closed room,

And moved in.

It is only after the blame is put on that girl,

That most girls finally think of him,

The one they were upset with in the first place,

The other one in the mess,

The one who cheated.

They always diss the sideline 'ho',

Putting the blame all on her,

The worst words offered in the English language,

as well as those foreign,

Her other names.

There are really a bunch of sideline 'ho' chicks,

Roaming the Earth.

It is hard to spot the difference these days,

In this generation.

There are girls out there who'll happily take a taken man,

Knowingly.

There are girls out there who'll do anything to bag a taken man,

Even if it means ruining his relationship with another girl,

Who is likely to be genuine and sophisticated than her.

Guys think with their biggest tool,

Located under their V-lines.

They always diss the sideline 'ho',

Putting the blame all on her,

The worst words offered in the English language,

as well as those foreign,

Her other names.

It is indeed a fact that in most cheating cases,

The girl he cheated with was fed the same information,

The same bullshit that he was feeding his main girl.

Ironic how most sideline 'ho' chicks don't even know,

They're on the sideline.

So before you draw your conclusions,

That the girl your boyfriend was ravishing behind your back,

Ruined your relationship,

Think again.

Your boyfriend obviously didn't think you were all he needed,

And so he looked elsewhere.

Don't blame it all on her,

Unless she admitted it too with a smug,

Because you'll be a laughing stock,

And he'll be the one with the last laugh.

Do your research,

And make sure she really is a sideline ho.

There's a good chance she's just like you.

Just another chick on his sideline.

 

Board Games – Mel Afoa

 

I should've just listened to the boys when they warned me,

That you'll be one of those ones.

Ignoring them has got to be the stupidest thing I've done,

And that's saying something.

Unfortunately for me, you played a good and hard game,

Champion chess player at her finest,

Jail in Monopoly,

The largest snake with the sharpest bite,

Skin as smooth as a silk, along with the scales,

Proudly dominant on the board game,

Surrounded by the many snakes that slithered by.

Why did I keep trying to climb the ladders?

 

Meeting you was supposedly the best thing that happened,

So my heart said.

Thinking you were the damsel in distress,

When I had seen you cornered by a bunch of rowdy drunks,

Five months ago, Boulevard street with the sunset in the background.

I immediately leapt at the chance of playing Superman,

Swishing my imaginary cape, puffing out my hard chest,

Putting on the mask of bravery, the mask of heroism,

And walking forward like the boss that Superman was.

Thing is, there is only one Superman for a reason.

 

The way you looked at me as I finished the last punch,

It was like a little kid looking at fairy floss for the first time,

Eyes wide with surprise and awe, admiration even,

But I was in the wrong, obviously.

There I was, thinking your wide eyes screamed, 'handsome hero',

But it was actually screaming 'new toy', wasn't it?

Don't worry about answering.

It was rhetorical.

 

I tried my best to keep you happy, and I know that I put effort in,

Studying hard for my degree while also balancing work and family life,

Spending most of my meagre pay that I received as a part-time mechanic,

On dates and little presents for you.

Not once cent was spent on my family,

Because I had thought that because you were 'The One',

Pleasing you was the first priority.

I worked hard to make you stay,

But I obviously didn't work hard enough because off you went,

Even having the nerve to continue your rendezvous for months,

Till I actually saw evidence.

And evidence it was.

 

To this day I shall be forever grateful for the boys,

Who had always told me to stay away from the likes of you,

Disapproving whenever I even mentioned your name.

Because of them, I finally saw the whipped person I became,

And if it weren't for them getting into my business,

Nosing around like trained sniffer dogs at the airport,

I would've still been playing snakes and ladders.

Trying and failing to reach the end.

Having loyal and  nosy friends can actually benefit you.

 

One of the boys caught you that fateful night,

Whilst on his way to the club,

When you told me you were 'spending the night with family'.

Imagine my surprise,

When I get four missed calls from him,

And a multimedia text.

There you were, beautiful and angelic as ever,

Long brown hair dancing with the wind,

Your mouthwatering body fit and filled in the right places,

Smooth, gorgeous legs going on for miles,

Wrapped around a guy that wasn't me.

Manicured hands wrapped around the neck of a guy that wasn't me.

Kissing the lips of a guy that wasn't me.

 

My first reaction was obviously surprise,

And I actually mistook the photo as a joke.

Texting him back, calling him a dick and telling him to stop messing,

Was my second.

“Come 2 Devon Road, outside club 42 NOW' was his reply.

Grumbled I did, rolled my eyes and sighed too as I got up,

Thinking I was wasting my time.

“HURRY UP NOW”

“Calm your farm bro, I'm on my way”

“HURRY”.

 

Turned up fifteen minutes with fury and annoyance on my features,

Impatience making an appearance too.

He saw me as I neared him, and with a blank expression,

Pointed silently across the road.

I looked, and the first thing I thought was that I wished I hasn't.

The sad thing is, you saw me,

And smirked.

And then kept on kissing.

 

Turns out he wasn't the only guy you bagged while with me,

Since pictures surfaced on the internet,

Surrounded yourself with a bunch of whipped fools.

Dating many of us simultaneously,

Playing us all and leaving us all broken.

Are you not embarrassed of your hoe status though?

 

A chess player you are,

The queen of all pawns.

The tweezers pulling out the organs as I lie on the table,

Getting operated.

The snakes surrounding the ladders.

Playing board games like a pro,

A hoe pro, mind you.

 

 

As Long As It Takes - Mel Afoa

 As long as it takes,

I’ll be there for you.

I’ll be the shoulder you need to lean on,

If you ever need someone to hold you.

I’ll be the tissues you need to wipe your eyes with,

Caressing your face as well as dabbing away the pain.

I’ll be the pillows and ice-cream you need for comfort,

Sweet, simple and soft.

As long as it takes,

I’ll wait for you.

I’ll wait behind the brick walls guarding your heart,

Guarding it with my fullest attention, my every dedication.

I’ll wait in the car until you finish your date at the movies with her,

And listen to you talk happily about it, putting on a masquerade.

I’ll wait until you realize one day that she isn’t the one,

Even if it means waiting until forever.

As long as it takes,

I’ll smile for you.

I’ll smile when you tell me all about the girl you’re about to make your wife,

Even if I secretly cry behind the wall and wish it were me.

I’ll smile when you walk down the aisle with her on your arm,

Because your happiness means more to me than you know.

I’ll smile when she gives birth to your beautiful bundle of children,

Trying to put on a brave face, as brave as it can get.

I’ll love you.

I’ll love you even if it means loving you at a distance,

Locked up in the friend zone, even if I wanted something more.

I’ll love your every flaw, your every feature, your every mistake,

Even if the girl you’re with loves them too.

I’ll love you even though you don’t notice me,

Waiting on you to see.

As long as it takes, I’ll be here for you.

As long as it takes, I’ll wait for you.

As long it takes, I’ll smile for you.

As long as it takes, I’ll love you.

As long as it takes.

 

 

Never Ever - Mel Afoa

 

Sitting here listening to Kanye,

The word ‘heartless’ etched into my head,

Wondering when everything started to go pear-shaped,

Was it something I said?

 

Thought you and I were meant to be,

Thought there was a reason we were together,

Never thought there was an actual finishing line,

Never ever.

 

To describe you as ‘heartless’ would be the best description,

Coz that is exactly what you are,

Beautiful as a mystique sunset, yet flawed to the core,

Innocent as the halo of an angel, yet poison like tar.

 

My love for you was eventually one-sided,

Seeing as you never thought we’d be ‘forever’,

Never thought I’d be the only one thinking so,

Never ever.

 

Indeed was I a downright fool for believing, not seeing,

That I was not the only one who held your heart.

So many others that fell victim to your games,

Could you even tell us apart?

 

Trusted you enough to give you my all,

Spoiled you rotten in jewellery, gold, leather.

Never thought I’d be played, and even cheated on,

Never ever.

 

Trying to pick up the pieces now,

Crushed by a human so heartless,

Piecing pieces back with cheap glue and useless sticky tape,

Vacuuming this mess.

 

Putting things back together, brooming up the pieces,

In this gloomy weather.

Never looking, walking and running back,

Never ever.

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Darkest Shade Of Colour - Mel Afoa

 

 

Stranger danger.

How many times has a loved one warned you of such a thing?

A thing, that brings the worst out in humanity,

The darkest shade of colour.

“Beware, for there are those who have blackened hearts,

Minds damaged and souls all but lost,

Who stalk and prey on innocent and fine-looking people like you”

Mother used to say.

I used to heed her warning,

Take note of the danger she had countlessly warn shielded me against,

Walking home quickly, coming home before dark,

Avoiding social websites like they symbolized a plague.

My pretence skills were all but perfect,

But they came into work when friends and family would talk socially,

Over an infamous video clip made by some desperate teenager online.

“Oh, I totes saw that clip. One word: shameful!”

But really.

Though I tried to ignore the pressure of conformity, the pressure of rebellion,

The walls I built against ‘a thing’ came tumbling down,

When I made an Tumblr.

I couldn’t resist the temptation of making a Twitter and Facebook account too,

Posting photos of happiness and contentment of my friends, family and I,

Ones that had never seen the light of day.

The introduction of the word ‘selfies’ came around,

And I was lost in the sea of making a good impression,

Posting ‘selfies’ that had me only looking at my best,

Even stupidly sending more intimate ones to online ‘connections’.

Connections that only wanted one thing.

Soon I was on Skype, undressing for some connections,

Only because the conformity came to my head,

And threatened me with the promise of humiliation.

But we both know, that I craved the attention,

And I liked it.

It was then that I met a handsome boy from California,

Who skyped me looking for ‘love’.

Met with him when he came Down Under,

On the corner of Martin Road, West side Sydney.

Had a coffee, a $2.45 bagel and a Mars bar,

Awkwardly talked about his DJ tour he was on,

The small talk was agonizing.

Instead of walking around the city as planned,

He took me on a tour himself, to room 45, Travelodge Hotel,

Without my consent, or my knowledge,

Clouded by lust, possessed by sheer darkness,

He had closed the hotel door immediately,

Blocking out noise, blocking out help.

I would’ve loved the attention he had brought me,

If it had been online,

Because a part of me would’ve at least been assured,

That though I was revealing intimate parts to a stranger,

He wouldn’t be there with me physically to scare me.

Nonetheless, the guilt and the humiliation had seeped through,

The tears of degradation pouring down,

Leaving their dark traces against my skin,

As he kissed his way all over my body.

Pleading was out of the question,

For it felt as if the handsome boy was yet to be introduced to the word, ‘NO’,

Refusing to budge as I pushed weakly against his body,

Holding my to-be-bruised wrists with a steel-firm grasp,

Smirking evilly when his fist would harshly meet my skin.

Tied to the bedposts of an unwelcoming room,

The pungent smell of his dark odour lingering in the air,

Lingering on and within my body,

The traces of scares appearing, physically and emotionally.

After he had finished his little rendezvous,

He weaved his fingers softly through my light brown locks,

And for a second, I stupidly thought an apology was on its way,

And as he bent lower to whisper against my ear,

I had a speech already created in my head to forgive.

“You deserve what you got. You asked for this, bitch”.

And with that, he stood in his 7’6 manner,

Covered his satisfied body with the clothes he scattered on the floor,

Threw one last punch against my dirty skin,

And walked out like a boss.

 

Mothers warn you about stranger danger for a reason,

And that reason is as clear as day.

 There are those online and about that have good intentions,

But unfortunately, there are those that have anything but.

Beware, for there are those who have blackened hearts,

Minds damaged and souls all but lost,

Who stalk and prey on innocent and fine-looking people like you.