I’m a Sucker for Pleasure – Musings of a Bad girl #7 (+18)

I bet you didn’t know but then how could you?

Did you know?

I’m a sucker for Pleasure.

I’ll take her anytime, anyday, anywhere.

I’m a sucker for sweet fine things.

I can never refuse the beckoning 

of the sweet things of life.

I desire

I want

I need 

I crave.

I’ll have it, Good or bad.

I’ll take it by hook or by force

If it hurts, I don’t feel it.

Pleasure doesn’t hurt.

Even if  She  did, I wouldn’t feel it.

I wouldn’t know , I wouldn’t care.

Making love to Pleasure till I’m sore and I’m no more. 

She is the sweetness that hides all the bitterness.

Why should I think of pain when its everywhere I look.

I don’t do pain or think it.

I’m not you. 

 I’ll have it good, whether you like it or not.

If I said I cared… I lied.

I’ll hunt Pleasure… I’ll find her wherever.

I’ll chase and follow her 

Obsessed with her delicious mad teasing.

Wanting and always wanting

I am never satisfied

I’ll hunt Pleasure wherever she hides.

I’ll feel and taste her

I’ll devour her and taste her

So much

that I’ll never forget the feel and the memory of her.

I’ll join with her in “pleasure heaven”

And I won’t return.

No! 

I’m a sucker for pleasure…

Yea! A loyal sucker.

Senselessly Loyal.

-Charis Black

And you will find sense in nonsense if only you would see with your inner eyes – Anonymous

HURTING -Musings of a Bad Girl #6

This is what you do to me. Hope you are happy and enjoying your hot cup of evilness.

When you have settled in your mind that this is the One and something happens and makes you feel like you’re done. 

How do you help yourself when the hurt is exploding in your chest. 

Where do you look to find comfort when the one person who was your shoulder is gone with the dust of the late December. 

The tears flow unrestrained from your eyes as your heart pounds wickedly, hoping to burst from the pain. 

What do I do without you now? 

I bet this is what your spirit looks like 😈

Wicked deceiver! How is your father,Lucifer. 

You share pain for Christmas presents.

You’ve made me hungry for comfort. A little hug would do now, to mend that which you have torn to pieces. 

-Charis Black 

* In her head😑😬🙇🙍

Do you know. How annoying it is when someone accuses you of something that you are not aware you did. What did I do?  You can’t say but you rain down furious words on me. You know I’m hurting because it’s what I least expected from you. You start the silent treatment and turn everything I say against me. If you were just looking for an excuse to see someone else… That is a really lame and dead way to go about it. Just get up and leave. It should be that easy for you instead of trying to make me hate you. 😒 You are not even worth my hate.  

Sometimes the people you thought were your best would be the first to disappoint and leave when you need them the most. But when you think back on the little things others have done for you. You would realize you just might have been attracted by Gold coated plastic. Remember “All that glitters ain’t gold”-Anonymous.  I wish you all a prosperous New Year in 2017

Denial -Musings of a Bad girl #5

Why do some people mistake a high standard woman for a gold digger? Beats me.Its simple. If you can’t tell the difference,  go get an education. 

When Frank called me a “gold-digger”, because I said I was going to leave him after he lost his job for more than a year and  He didn’t do anything to keep busy instead he had this unusual relaxed air of optimism that things were gonna get better and a great opportunity was going to come knocking on his door,

I was shocked at first at the allegation then enraged and I made sure to trash his house and destroy his valuable paintings before leaving. I always acted so confident when deep down I was scared and unsure just like everybody else,  I think. 

I was the independent woman at her most aggressive best. I was hungry for success and I breathed pure and unfiltered ambition. I wanted to be the best woman ever. I remember looking at other girls and women with disdain and an exaggerated air of superiority. I was proud and unapologetic. Some people called me a rude girl, some said I was a snob and then, I didn’t really think much of what anyone said about me. I believed I was always right with very rare exceptions when someone else was able to out-right me. 

I believed I had faults and bad sides… Who doesn’t anyway. But I never believed that I could be accused of digging for Gold. At least the accusation should be accurate. There was no Gold anywhere that I could tell. I believe a woman should be independent financially and shouldn’t depend on the riches and hard work of another person. I’ll be where I want to be when the time comes, what’s so wrong in wanting someone who is already there waiting for me when I am ready.

But anyway what’s wrong in wanting your other half to be as successful and accomplished as you would like to be. What’s wrong in wanting someone to be as ambitious as you.  

Now some of you may think I am in denial but I believe my points are valid. If you have a contrary opinion to that, please share by all means.  Xoxo #Thebadgirl 
Charis Black. 

Don’t Ask Me! – Musings of a Bad Girl #4

Daily mail

Would I be right to call you
an enemy of progress?
Because you keep trying to drag me
back down to that
which I really don’t want to recall.
My mind is moving like a train
without breaks…
I’m already set in motion
and you can’t pause me
or try to bring me back
for that kind of Question.

*feigning righteousness indignation

MacQue

How can you even ask me that? 😒😒
So…

HYPOCRITES 😒 -Musings of a Bad Girl #3

Photo credit: Shikaru_Kitsune

In the nights
the real colours show
In the dark
their fake skin rots away
and the real ones juts out like broken pipe
as roundly smooth and real
as the bulging skin under burnt flesh.

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Emotionsoflife2016

This is what I am talking about. This is the kind of thinking the new age should adapt instead of wondering what colour of hair the surgically corrected celebrity is wearing at the moment.😕😒🙍 Mehn… What is wrong with our generation today. #thisgirlain’tsmiling. Read MORE and feed your mind the kind of food it needs to survive.

Peace.
-Charis Black

When I stole your Heart -Musings of a Bad Girl #2

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You exist unaware
That I have stolen your heart
With that gorgeous smile of mine
And all my witty comebacks…
The way I look at you
That belies a kiss to your soul.
The unspoken invitation to take me
But you can never reach me,
I’m out of your league.

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The Good Boy

THE GOOD BOY

A deep revealing narrative that is sure to engage your minds. The reality is starkly frightening and sad; most times. This creative piece was contributed by Onus Obinyan,The Word Magician.

Image culled from "Work In progress"

He was the good boy of the village
You could vouch for him
Even stake your life
The soil was his love
Then his best friend returned
Changed, sophisticated and wealthy
Respected by all
His money talked
Even the elders spoke in tongues

What are you thinking about?

Photo Credit: Chris cici

Which thoughts do you grant life and which should you kill before they can get out of the vault of life “words”. The greatest choice is knowing which thoughts

Just 2000 likes for “Ghosts”…

Charis Black

My Amazing readers… I’d love to beg your attention and indulgence. I need your support, now more than ever.

So I entered into this flash fiction competition by Etisalat and my story got long listed but I would need 2000 votes plus in order to get an edge in the competition. This is the link. https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=159 . I would really appreciate your support and votes. My story is titled Ghosts. When you click on the link, It will redirect to your facebook account for verification and authentication. The sad news is also that you can only vote once.

This would mean a whole lot to me. I really look forward to celebrating the victory with you guys… With fingers crossed, I sign out 😉.

-Charis Black