AN OPUSCULE (real or unreal)

I know I have been MIA but you can’t blame me. I have been busy in school; mum says my academics is my priority. I will also be featuring for the first time on terdoh’s blog. ENJOY.

I have seen beautiful babes in my lifetime. Some exotic and intellectually genius, some I called world best for their remarkable beauty, some I liked because we shared similar interests but that does not matter again. Today my heart has been owned by a pristine creature and I am befuddled over my mesmerized self. How could one be so selfish to own all the beauty, even the lesbian sex of two goddesses cannot birth such beauty. She was a goddess forged from the same oven as the trinity. She is more than a world best, she is heaven’s best.

The magnificent and immaculate beauty of heaven dwells in her eyes. The melodious sound of David’s harp that is able to turn a mad man sane is in tune with her voice. Oh her hair, the way it falls perfectly; just a tad silly and the luscious appearance of her hair is to die for. Only God knows how many blue prints were drawn to produce this beautiful wonder. The curves on her body are exceptional, her lips spectacular and her eye blinding smile (I call it hope) is not of this world, the way her pearly white shines each time she smiles eclipses the sun. Her skin is pure and free from all blemishes, soft and firm, nothing can scar it, and the texture of her pristine skin is soothing to the hands. Her solid figure is unwavering and flamboyant. Her philosophy the wisest and most sensible and her intellect is of the gods. She is the ultimate creature, hence she has no prime. And her name, oh Lord bless the wonderful and sweet Victoria.

Her visage made me feel an uncontrollable tingle in my crotch and my whole body vibrated violently. Seeing her was ecstasy. I imagined talking to her will be joy unfathomable. Her glow and radiance is healing to those who lay eyes on her for the pleasure derived from seeing her outweighs the pain in hell. She was definitely not made for the ranks of men but she had come to liberate their souls from a tainted world. To free men from the terror of the grim reaper, a single whisper and their souls felt accomplished but that’s all in my head.

She has no super power but men are subdued by her gaze, even nature answers to her stance. With her 2 legs (forged from pillars of heaven) together, all creatures give her attention and with her legs apart I feel at ease. I delight to see another day for her sake.

I mustered up enough courage and approached her with a wide grin and many things in mind to say but nothing would bulge and my whole system along with my senses went into frenzy but my body was still as a rock, I was either mesmerized by her beauty or I was overwhelmed to be standing in her front. In a calm and soothing voice she said ‘Hi’ a single syllable yet it felt like she had told me her biography. My mind came back from searching the heavens for what to say but this time around I knew the actions to take. I rose up my hand in a slightly unsuspecting casual manner and with great force I returned it to her face and in a subtle voice I whispered into her ears ‘how dare you make me feel this way.’ I was euphoric. I looked around but everyone seemed to be lost in their own globe of a world, it was like they didn’t see me slap the most beautiful creature ever, it was then that I realized that my hand didn’t strike anything but I could swear that I heard the loud thud that comes after slapping someone very hard but then again maybe it was all in my head.

Your (call me anything)

Yemi Johnson