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A friend, a sister
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Don’t call my name
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Cracks
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Who is the pathetic joker now?
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Before this river becomes an ocean
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An evening with you
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I want to wake up with you
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Fire II
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The books of July & August
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When we…fire!

An evening with you

He nodded. “I hope so too.” He began to rise. “Excuse me. I need to get back to my office colleagues.” He squeezed her hand once more and turned to Eddie. “My oga, let me go.” Clasping one hand in both of his. “Hold on to this lady. Good ones are hard to come by.”

For a moment, Eddie held Esohe’s gaze in an unfaltering one. “I intend to.” His smoky tones were quiet.

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Fire II

“I don’t plan on forcing myself on you. There’s nothing manly about it.” He continued. “I’ve never done it and don’t intend to start now. Especially not with you.” He paused briefly. “When we make love, and we will…” He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear, compelling her to meet his gaze headlong. “…it will be like the kiss we shared a while ago. Consensual. You’ll want me as much as I want you.” His lips curved into a small smile at the thought. “It would be pleasurable, and we’d bask in the afterglow of that explosive meeting.”

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The books of July & August

But it is a vicious cycle, this reading and writing. In order to write well, one must read regularly, vigorously, voraciously, widely. Most times, like in the last couple of weeks, I ask myself: how do I combine both when I have daily writing targets and a day job? Where do I find the space to steal a few hours (or in my case, minutes) of reading time to boost my brain power and give fuel to an unfolding plot? Because, more often than not, inspiration lies between the pages of any good read and can take my current plot (and future works) in delicious directions.

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When we…fire!

A rush of emotions engulfed him simultaneously. The delight at her presence. Her choice of welcome. The unexpectedness of it yet extremely pleasing and totally welcoming. Her jasmine scent assaulting his senses. Their combination instinctively sent his arms sliding down her back to rest on her waist, moulding her supple curves to the hard contours of his.

Her soft lips parted under his urgent ones as he kissed her right back, taking charge of her spontaneity. She closed her eyes and sighed, savouring the taste of him as a delicious shiver ran down her spine.

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