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Red Streaks
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THE QUARTERLY COLOUR SERIES OF POETRY©
THIRD EDITION
F E B R U A R Y 2007
Compiled and published by Al Kags
Design & Layout by Qbow Interactive
Poetry by: • Lilian Okado • Michael Kwambo (Maik) • Paul Angatia (Phoray)
• Rebecca Rugyendo • Sandra A. Mushi (Sandie) • Violas Iris (Vee)
About the Quarterly Color Series
Red Streaks is the Third Edition of the Quarterly Color Series that is Published by Al Kags (every three months). The First two editions were Grey Spots
and Blue Smudges, which can be downloaded from Al Kags’ Blog, the Kenyan Tenses. The last book was read by over 26,000 people - distributed
organically by people who forwarded them to their friends.
Red Streaks is about the raw, rugged and raunchy emotions, expressed suggestfully and tastefully. In this edition, we feature poetry all the way from Uganda
and a forward by the lady the QCS team voted “the most sensual woman in Kenya”, June Wanjiru, writer, poet and the matron of Kwani? the premier literature
forum in East Africa.
Enjoy.
Al Kags
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FEATURED POETS
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Lilian Okado http://lilianokado.iblog.com
Sandra A. Mushi http://www.authorsden.com/sandraamushi
Viola’s Iris http://violasiris.wordpress.com
Foreword
by June Wanjiru
Waiting Embracing
Searching Caressing
Heart pounding Tongue licking
Body longing Lip sucking
Turning, at the bar she spots him In the hallway shadows they touch
Standing tall, in a room full to the brim Leaving her paralyzed without much
Hypnotizing in a black shirt, playing Knowingly, quenching her wanton
pool desire
Handsome, dark, rugged and cool In steady rhythm with each touch
taking her higher
Wanting No foreplaying
Pleading No warning
Looks lingering Throbbing bad
Breath quickening Nipples ice hard
Through the lacy fabric slowly circling Moaning
with his tongue Screaming
In waves of pleasure, her loins wet in Music muffling
ecstasy they sung Her body tingling
With one hand tears and tosses her
panties aside
In delight her hip move like a carnival Wanting, begging, pleading to cum
ride Squirming, pushing his fingers some
Grinding, hips thrusting fire
With swelling waves, loins reaching
Begging higher
Groaning
Face cheeks blushing
To his tongue surrendering Burning
Blushing
Too much, wanting to fight him Picks her pen, goes back to writing
back and losing Fantasying can wait, now its time for
Without protest against his working
wet lips squishing
With his darting tongue spreads her
soft pink lips
With mastered skills probing deep in,
with his finger tips
Just Delish
Exhilarating
Intoxicating
Electrifying
It’s a combination of sweet and sour
It’s a flavour to savour
Raw, intense, uninhibited
Goose-bumping
Skin-crawling
Toe-curling
It’s just delish.
My First Ebony Love
The air smelt of coconut trees Sweating, palpitating, I couldn’t breath
and the sea Need air, I wished the terrace was a
Native tongues greeted me, heath
I felt warm and free Her temptress smile taunting me,
Free from the pollution, teasing
free from the daily rush Shifting on my chair uneasily she took
Free from the metropolis noise, a pleasing
free from the city mush
The warm African sun had For I had never seen such beauty, I
withered from the sky craved her desire
The birds chirping their final goodbye She was sinfully beautiful and sensual
and I was on hell fire
As I dream of this exotic She was the budding beauty of her
wondrous place sexual flower
Infront of me stood an Ebony With the glowing energy, her sensuality
queen in lace was her power
Smiling, beautiful black eyes When she smiled her eyes seemed to
dancing with life sparkle
With a smile that could cut through Her small nose adorned with tiny dark
butter without a knife freckles
“You alone,” she winked and
drawled sultry “Ain’t you going to order me a drink?”
Yes, I nodded, in her presence she asked smiling
feeling paltry I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, slowly in
love I was falling
Her sensual eyes never leaving mine High into the sky my heart lifting, by
She pulled a chair asking if I was fine talons it was gripped
Talons of love that soon would have my ordered a gin
heart ripped Two ladies at the bar at my lovely visitor
With her striking exotic beauty I was they glared
mesmerized Their anger and envy they openly
I couldn’t help it but her face I drunk in bared
and memorized
“Candy,” she smiled, her hand on my
A waiter she summoned with an skilled now shaking knee
wave “Huh,” I blushed beetroot red as if I
“Hi Joe, how is your wife?” with a had been stung by a bee
sensual smile she did rave “My name is Candy,” her alluring and
“The usual please,” to salivating Joe tempting smile she applied
she did point “Why don’t we finish these in your
She seemed to be a regular at this room?” she got up before I replied
upper class joint Like a blind man I followed her
In awe I was transfixed with her big intoxicating strong perfume
black eyes Like a spellbound man, I retraced the
I stared, salivated, my hypnosis wasn’t way to my room
disguised
In the room the silence was pervasive
Broken was the spell swiftly by an like entering a tomb
unseen force of the night’s fathers Pushed me on the bed and over me
From my exotic dream I was suddenly she did loom
aware of others As she undressed me, I understood her
In a business suit he gave me a purpose with no doubt
knowing grin With her hot expert mouth my swelling
The tourist gave me a-thumbs up and she did mount
Until then I lingered with hardly a Long enough I will keep her around
sound I silently thought, as in my Ebony love I
Sucking my engorged shaft, shouting I had found
was bound With a kiss from my African queen
She got off the bed and I felt the crown
Sliding down to let me enter her womb I did win
Her hips like a carnival ride it brought My days and night make happy she will
about my doom I knew and my dreams she will fulfill
She engulfed me in raging rivers to
unknown fates From my thought I was roused “I’ve
Locked in a dance of ecstasy, got to go, where is my money?”
threatening to erupt the floodgates Without a smile demanded my now
Dancing to the rhythm of her erotic dressed African honey
rhyme Just my wishful thought interrupted,
Resistance wearing thin, I erupted baffled I was at first,
when it was time “Its business,” she said my mind
putting to rest
She rose from a crumpled bed When the price I was told, my old
Stretched her long arms above her white face went pale
head Exiting as she grabbed the cash, I
Sheets pushed aside with a sensuous wished it was a sale
sigh
Leaving me in bed with a love-struck
high
Dreamily I started planning my days
ahead
Igniting imaginations in my head
Viola’s Iris
Seducer