Bon Voyage

I'd set out here,
but the hair is a forest of ambush and snares.
But the brow becalms us, when it's smooth and plain.
The dark pools of the eyes are dangerous to our ship,
for to be drawn into them would be shipwreck.

The nose like the first meridian,
directs us down to the Islands Fortunate,
the swelling lips.

I would anchor here and hear the sirens' songs.
Then sailing on, past the glorious promontory of chin,
we may encounter some islands,
as we travel down towards your India.

And we pause at the Atlantic navel,
where the current carries our pilot on,
to another forest, where many are shipwrecked.

And no further ever get.

From Dusk Till Dawn

Blistering, the day has been,
ovenlike, the room we were in.
Passionately we kissed,
lustfully we frisked.

We were hopelessly naked.
I nibbled your earlobe,
savored the length of your neck,
as you heaved, trying to cope.

I relished every inch of your skin
and held your tenderness.
You were impatient, humbled, pinned,
as I wetted around your nipples.

You gripped onto my shoulders,
as my lips wrapped around your senses.
Soon, your anticipation heightened.
You gasped and your grasps tightened.

Nectar trickled out of where your thighs met,
onto my lips, all over your hips.
Watery beads formed on your head.
Trying not to cave in, you bit your lips.

I dug deeper,
in search of your best kept secret.
You begged louder,
yearning that I'd be less wicked.

But I reached across your knees
and pushed into your sweetest spot.
I brutally pleased
as you mindlessly hissed.

The clapping rang and bounced,
as we sped and jounced.
Soon, our pleasures were eager to bolt.
We were coming to a breathless halt.

Finally we plunged into a scalding epicenter,
while erotic heatwaves rippled.
Our music piece has reached its volcanic pinnacle.
We panted with joy, and blissfully cuddled.

Littlest Things

It’s amazing how small acts of kindness and friendship can boost your morale.

A friend insisted writing postcards to me despite living in this digital era. Another friend asked me to be one of his brothers for his wedding. Friends (read: former colleagues) asked me out, reason being they missed my smile. Colleagues subtly acknowledged my (relatively new) presence by teasing how cute my tie is. A girl, who is currently temping in my company, came up to me, smiled, chatted and left smiling. My no-nonsense father (read: austere) laughed with me while watching a variety show. My unassuming mother cleaned my room, knowing that I will be drunk for the night.

A boy celebrated his sixth birthday with 15 friends in McDonald’s – the first since he was diagnosed with leukemia three years back.

Thorn Amongst Roses

It’s been close to a month since I moved on to greener pastures.

Life is better now. No more Hitler-like bosses. No more red tapes. But I do miss my friends back at my former workplace.

Anyway, for those who are not in the know, what’s so special about this pasture is that it’s full of roses. And by roses, I mean, ladies.

And yes, I am that thorn among the roses. Unfortunately, some of the ladies here see me as a thorn in the flesh. Ok, I may have exaggerated but these ladies were and still are taking some time to warm up to me.

My colleagues (current ones) told me that’s because the turnover here is so high that people do not dare to get chummy with newbies within their first month of employment. They will think, “What if he leaves within the month? Then what’s the point of befriending him?”

Sigh. Looks like socializing just got harder. But still -

No more Hitler-like bosses. No more red tapes.

Pump It

Last night, at Pump Room (Clarke Quay), if you spotted a tall guy dancing like an ostrich, yeah, that's me.

Truth be told, I was dancing for the first time in my life.

"What made me dance?", you ask. It was the live band (They are called Jive Talkin'). The numbers they did were fantastic! From Viva La Vida to All The Small Things, even It's Raining Men sounded Bon Jovi-esque.

Of course, there were the girls. Lots of glances and smiles were exchanged. Lots of grinding (Yes, even Mr Emu got grinded).

I am definitely going to head back there!

Making Headway

I made a decision on Wednesday morning - I had a word with my boss and then turned in my resignation letter.

Then I realised that in a month's time, my life is going to be surrounded by women. I'm moving to a greener pasture which is created for and by the ladies. 90% of my new company is female. The fringe benefits which I get to enjoy have already got the attention of some of my lady friends.

During the interview, when I mentioned that one of my hobbies is diving, my future boss, a girl (surprise, surprise), has subtly hinted that she enjoys diving too.

I, too, enjoyed how her dress subtly hinted the outline of her body. Grins.

Oh man. So much temptations, so little resistance.

Smoke On The Water

She stood at the edge with the sun in her face, as if she's in the limelight. For a moment, I thought God has answered my prayers. All eyes were on her, including mine.

As she got in, it wasn't hard to notice that the fabric has hugged her tighter than before. It pushed her bosoms up, highlighting her proud curves.

I didn't ignore her butt either (I'm a butt man, just so you know). The sexual tension heightened as I watched the water swerve down her lower back, bend over her butt and drift down her thighs.

Despite this smoky entry, I told myself to remain nonchalant, even though it felt like pushing a knife through my veins.

I continued wading when out of a sudden, she glided alongside me. We exchanged glances for a second. Then she overtook me, as if trying to show off her liquid dance. Indeed, it was enticing to watch the water softly caress her body. I can only wish it was me who's drawing circles on her inner thighs.

In the next hour, she would occasionally skim from behind and rub her thighs against mine. Or she would playfully brush her fingers against my arm. I tried to appear indifferent but I was already all juiced up.

Then, much to my disappointment, she got out and, again, stood at the edge, as if it's the end of a gig.

She threw me a cheeky grin and headed for the showers.

Swimming will never be the same again.