Monthly Archives : November 2015

EDITORIAL – The Dirty Issue


Dear Readers, This Special Issue is very important to us at EXPOUND, and we are grateful to the contributors who made it the thriller we want it to be. The thought of a Special issue of erotic arts and literature can be traced back to a telephone conversation between me and Saddiq Dzugoki on acceptance of his place as a…






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To Skin, With Hunger – Oyin Oludipe


To hunger is human; to touch, divine. To this very end, I have become the preacher man on the hills of your soul. I have become the throb in runnels of your depth; tremor in chambers of your night. For hunger is mortal, and touch is not—and warmth—and market conversations around arcs in lethargies of motion. To hunger is human;…






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Two Poems – Shittu Fowora


And this is not a joke Wild wet Wednesday, shadows play in the designs and every filament felt like a rag of noise. That’s why the history of the dead ought not die with the last sigh of the pulse less one, now at rest. Impressions always sprout from the lips of graveyards and grapevines and from digging into nooks…






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Bedside Song – E. Oluwaseun Dairo


Bedside Song   The husband who wants freedom in his home Must to his wife defer, or else to come Are pinings, repinings, and groanings; O The telltale testaments of bed-shorn woe. Hence, I ask permission to dip my hand Into the terrains of your virgin land. I am a tourist to your shores, and sure To my native land…






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The Figure Stained with Varied Colours – Andrew Aondosoo Labe


The sun glistened on the Benue as she lay prostrate before him; white Fulani cattle quietly grazing its green banks like horned Aladuras; with only the bridge as a fetish companion. Beyond its dashing rush, there was nothing but the sleepy forms of orange clouds which started gathering at its endless tail. This city was a sacred piece of souvenir…






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Addict – Amatesiro Dore


Addict Craw-craw in your brain Lapa-lapa of the mind Yansh dey scratch you. Your lips alone In search of extra large Saliva soaked stubs. Sluts for life Fags of cigars Pairs of amala ass Lubed with gbegiri Served by superman With mushroom on pestle. II Sucking is hobby. His stick of suya is Liable to live longer Than packs of…






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Two Poems – Maneo Mohale


Things found in the pocket of a traveller The spines of streetlamps Transatlantic gold The touch of familiar things Lace. The heaviness of silver Memory, to throw at the dark A palm full of longing A grief poem. Ancestral rhythm A suitcase of Fela tapes A lover’s noon-time voice Imagined joy.       9 Kisses One. Dear T: We…






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Rio – TJ Benson


He has told the fifteen year old prostitute that he doesn’t want to see her again. She won’t listen. She has chased him all over the cheap hotels of Rio de Janeiro. His love, she insists, is all she needs. What does a fifteen year old girl know about love? Two weeks have gone like this, going to the port…






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pleasures of an illusion at mid-point – Su’eddie Vershima Agema


pleasures of an illusion at mid-point in the spirit of one moment skins slide against each other friction fast increasing cardiac strokes in crazy rhumba gyrating more than the hands rubbing the blood pulsating and heads exploding one minute gives birth to another moans are replaced with sighs dusk slowly uncovers its face to dawn darkness finds the light and…






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turned on – Shade Mary-Ann Olaoye


turned on thoughts of you, come to me like dawn fresh, warm, and all that nature intends like a switch, i come alive with the light of desire burning with memories and i become wet like dew like morning after a downpour wet in all my delicate folds you remind me of everything sweet, nutella as i take you in…






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Two Poems – Beverley Nambozo


The Other Woman’s Tongue The other woman’s tongue Rolls out like a slide Her tongue fits in my husband’s throat like a key, unlocking his little devils. The little devils slide down her tongue. She calls my children to play But when my children slide down Her tongue to play, They hurt themselves and cry.       Since you…






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Red Fox – Jason Mykl Snyman


“Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.” Song of Solomon 2:15   ***   A full moon sauntered across the sky. She was out there somewhere, this cold night. The Red Fox. They called her a star, with night between her teeth. Beneath veils of streetlight, the nocturnal vagrants…






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Bad Craving – Chisom Okafor


Bad Craving we do not need the black circles of our eyes to meet and linger like a confluence of two rivers, nor the tingling sensation at the meetings of our thighs before memories are evoked, memories like moments when the sun was a golden yellow and we were again, two tiny specks like puppets, holding hands I, a bit…






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Four Poems – Uche Nduka


Flag the apocalypse got fat got thin got fat got thin. and Jimi said: Let your freak flag fly. late afternoon love. coming back home to your nakedness. sex is a chauffeur. as for dreamboats let them be dreamy forever. clouds and trinkets. rainy, but beaching is never far off. we shall keep on mooning the universe. and stuffed cursive.…






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Two Poems – Saddiq Dzukogi


My Penis is a wrap of skunk a god that loves to burn in a bung suck and become he see a new world appear on the smoke this pen-is—a dildo alive and moves in ways you’ll want it to search and dig the balloon bust it with the gust of places you’ve longed to go. take this only few…






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The Gomorrah Borealis – Chané Coetzee


May; rays of golden sunlight slipped gently through the layers of crystalline fog that danced about the Earth after the winter rains had passed. Hadedas screeched from high up in their Pin Oaks, and songs of people scuffling and hurrying by filled the streets. Engines roared, vibrating through the concrete, going to and fro; one man heading to his blue-carpeted…






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Two Poems – David Ishaya Osu


In the back of my eye In the back of my eye is the shadow of a chrysanthemum flapping its twelve wings like the wedding dress of a bride ready to reach the moon before midnight. in the back of my eye is a breeze opening the body of a blue sea running down the chest of a lover for…






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Two Poems – Wale Owoade


To the Width of Everything   If I drop a drone on your palm, if you stroke it we will die and maybe heaven is what our body craves for, maybe we want to push our secrets to the sound a gun makes when a finger kisses its dick. It is selfishness to pray to only one God, so we…






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The Other Woman – William Burger


Men always want more. I know that much to be true, as he slips the lacy red thong down along my thighs. I used to wear reasonable panties to work. Now I wax-strip my pussy raw –and spend the next day waddling up and down to the bathroom to readjust the lingerie I sport. All for what? To please a…






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