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Afshan Amin Mohammad

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Afshan Amin Mohammad was born and raised in Karachi, Pakistan. She has a BA in Creative Writing from Agnes Scott College, Georgia and a Diploma in Early Childhood Education from Australia. She writes for Pink Pangea.

XXI Kisses

XXI Kisses They sent you birthday cards, but I got you a sick note. Placebos in one hand, ingredients for your dessert in the other. Our synapses firing electric signals on a long distance. My medical charts reveal the chemical rush of Serotonin, Oxytocin Dopamine, Endorphin in my neurons, every time we touch. I kiss the air, and I kiss you. I taste the water, tasting the after-taste of your vintage whisky. Ashton cigars dipped in Malt 1955. Your mouth, strawberry lipstick. My mouth, Cacao Mocha. My cologne, Your perfume Tonight, the Knight philanders with his AF-rodite. How she has Imprisoned him between her Thighs. He Rubs it in, her flaws, until she cries. Her pulse rises, suckling her own finger like a child, eager to blow his birthday candle.

Mr. Think Thankful

Mr. Bankfull quite a handful, flashes his Goldman sackful. He reads tragic stories from Guardian and wrestles throughout the night for liquid assets. In bed, quite an expensive affair, We exchange gold bars, beware. He hides one in his briefcase and hands the other to me, “baby, just in case”. Each of his muscle flexes with the division of labour. When the market emerges, he rolls me over, "Look, I can defy the theory of diminishing returns." He flaunts his purchasing power by buying me presents in £ and $, Mounting his ride on the mattress, in raptures he utters, "you're my peak of inflation" My economy will never recover. When I question is that how we roll? Out of his wits, he opens his wallet, Debit, Credit, Savings and Off-set, you can have them all. We reconcile and negotiate, through Cadbury Kisses. When he demands, I do not supply. Leaving him blue, begging for mere consumer satisfaction. When he gently bargains, I give in toe-curling crisis! When I tumble, head over heels, He humbles with kisses, “Oh Darling, hold me, please”. Afshan Amin Mohammad

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