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I MUST TOUCH SIMPO GLADYS’ BREAST



Monday, 26th May 2026.

The wait is over, the joy and celebrations

Echoed through the forests.

Garments sewn in different tastes

Leopard fashioned and tiger skins, 

The oracles of power.

Young and old, male and female,

Readied to see the most celebrated,

Echoed marine queen.

No time to pass unused, waste it at your fool.

Simpo Glad is in the palace.

 

Dropped my fishing net

Threw the hooks behind the apple trees.

Through the caves, I ran to my ornamented elephant skins,

Kept securely, to meet my dreamed-of girl, Simpo.

That battle was great; I must win.

 

The music hit high, the ukulele, the lyres, the harps

The flutes drove the mysterious blockades,

The ululations, the jubilations,

Tones heightened beyond the mountains,

Dogs, goats, hyenas, and foxes

Hid themselves,

Traumatised by the hot beats of the drums.

I must touch her, yes, Simpo Gladys, the breast,

The hot lips, the calabash butts, the flattened womb,

The glowing eyes, and bloody tongue, I must suck.

 

And the dance kicked on, through the door I peeped,

She sat alone, not welcomed, nobody knew her,

I smiled at her, she looked with intent

I smiled again,

She felt heavy, she felt mute,

Her lips murmured,

Afraid of Danny, she shied off.

 Everyone is busy dancing,

Waiting to see Simpo Gladys.

I met her; she is simple indeed.

 

I moved towards her, fenced by the giants,

She stooped, crawled off

I felt her calmness eating through my bones,

Paralysed like dipped in an ice-fridge.

Just alone at the corner, very lonely,

The time is long to wait,

I held her hand, pulled her slowly, and the breasts,

Sharply erected, shaking tremendously,

Wallowed through the blouse, hit my beard,

I almost fell.

She held me up, pulled me to her chest,

O, I am out of mind, my veins dried,

Stuck in her chest, wait,

 I am drowning, help!

 

She held my head, looked into my eyes,

 Her bloody tongue ran through her mouth,

 I opened, like a dipstick;

Her tongue went into my mouth,

My hands ran through her waist,

Touching the beads, raising her hand,

Into her calabash butt, very hot.

Danny stood aimlessly and helplessly shocked.

I won Simpo Gladys heart

 

All I had was her, the music went on,

The light switched off, and everyone paired.

We were alone at the corner, nothing to do,

Nothing at all, only to eat each other.

I raised her left leg, no panties,

Her thighs bared,

I looked through her WOMANHOOD,

My mouth filled with saliva,

I must eat Gladys now,

She felt relaxed and ready.

 

I pulled my shorts down, organised my strength,

Steady enough with an arrow force,

My cucumber wanted to enter her.

Only a fire palm slap by Danny

Hit hard on my back, off

I jumped and made my way home

Like a warthog, away from a lion.

 

By Ayella John Bosco. Writer/Blogger/Teacher

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