Even the smallest fractions still have a piece of me left and yes to this human eye I have been divided amongst my emotions far too long where it seems nothing is left... Yet I know some math, after all I took AP & Calculus; so I know some math and I know
I know I'm not so divided I can't re-multiply my fragmented portions and recreate, rebuild, and restructure
I'm no architect but my inceptious thoughts have designed and redesigned nothing short of beauty and ooos and aws at the astonishment I can bring to life
Buckling knees-aching ankles- frost bitten finger tips -unquenched thirst & brutally chapped lips; I can make this all seem beautiful
You see... My ankles have ached after much voyaging... Traveling to not capture my winning spade, but to join with my un-prescripted melody unrecognized by the many who've failed to capture their heart... Here I come
Even with my knees buckling I've buckled to propose this proposal not of marriage but first engaging in the deepest truths with so much purity and ease I didn't even know I bared my soul to my soul mate... We shall never barter
Withstanding every temperature I'm folding my hands and breathing in my frost bitten finger tips because on my voyage I've travelled to the coldest place of my heart only to prove I can be warmed just off the melody of the idea of you; this perfectly plays in each breath I huff and blow gently warming me up to serve delicious cuisines to you... On THEE most decorated platters
I can think of a few remedies for you to quench my thirst un-chapping my lips w/ each thrust drenching my chin... I knew I imagined umbrellas and puddles and now it all comes together... These magical tastes carousel on every taste bud....
But I'm still working on this math
Be my dividend and multiplier
Be my tutor
My re-established emotive
Unlock the engaged guide to my peace
Mimicking Cued lines together
Still this isn't scripted
I don't long for love or promise or relationship vows
Nightly and morning messages are my simple pleasures
Let's...
Divide me in as many ways as your body desire to be pleased
Divide me in as many ways as your heart, soul, and mind want to be loved
Divide me into your perfect fraction so we can multiply infinity together
We are space
Never ending potential!
Imagine
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
MS. POTENTIAL
(“Ms. Potential” —- a poem/love letter to whoever she is)
Dear Ms. Potential 11/13/2011 4pm:
Dear Ms. Potential *taps shoulders*
Why are your flaws so damn perfect?!?!?!?
Your presence leaves me speechless battling the tears I will describe to you…
Choking up on words; and that’s not like me
Tears like: the feelings behind tears that are created from struggle & are battling out of your heart because you can taste & feel alleviation… this is peace
You’ve touched me on many levels… that I can’t… (Inserts stutter) leaves me speechless
I ask who you are but you have already shown me who you are and continue to show me what real is… for you have to be more than my mere imagination
I only desire to handle you with care and I’m glad you understand that I only mean to aggressively lay you down softly so you can feel my emphasis
You’re a blessing… I’m in awe and completely wowed by you
The more will come and all we deserve shall be placed in front of us… or maybe it already is
Beyond sexual energies there has to be a deeper level of intrigue & opportunity to be uplifted while keeping me grounded… you provide that
I only live at home when my door is closed… embracing where my single sanity and peace reside w/o you physically present
You’re beautiful. Even Fall can’t help but fall all over you
There’s a chemist cooking up all types of insanely intriguing potions in my brain… explosively beautiful thoughts of you
Let me be the alley cat that has the smoothest purr and sweet talk… I’ll only pounce if you want me to
I take away the physical w/ you…
I take away the sexual energies
I focus on how comforting it is to potentially be accompanied by you; focusing on our level of understanding and support
Before anything else I’m reassured of being in a friendship that uplifts me and keeps me grounded
I am going to love you
Let your heart pause, stomach drop, and you lose footing
Let me have you just as you need to be had, kept, and celebrated
Be exposed w/ me, but trust me to hold all OUR secrets
If ever I put you in check… it will be a gentle check… unless you throw me a hard chest pass
I’m only planning to handle your heart w/ care
I plan to address your every uncertainty so you can be certain w/ me… we only sweep the unnecessary under the rug…
W/ some spring cleaning I am sure to get those dust bunnies gone
To feel and embrace perfection is us… won’t need any touch up paint to taint what we have the potential to build together
Let’s build!!!
Ms. Potential dm me a kissy face so I can save face for my timeline
P- Promising to be your deliverance within reality while exploring realms of what seems so good it’s un-real
O- Obsessing w/ the ability of our growth w/o creeping you out
T- Telling you after I show you just what is “real”
E- Enduring your beauty forever together… forever is possible
N- Neatly cuffing the sleeves on our jeans jackets to certify our fly
T- Turned on spiritually, mentally, and of course physically ignited by the sex, sexy faces, sex appeal, sexy scents, sexy scenes we create, sexual tension growing between our legs… sexually tending to your heart, mind, and body’s needs
I- Ignited
A- Accustomed to dope moments like sharing ear buds, closing our eyes, and inhaling the beauty of musical tunes dancing on our drums
L- Lastly… you and I are always first priority, no USPS, just us.
MY PERFECT THREESOME
New blog 12/24/11-12/29
Gender/sexuality… My preferred threesome
I am as gay as a man is straight
Ms. Creativity… My idea of the perfect ThreeSome
To say I am as gay as a man is straight is me saying I see a woman in the same capacity as a man that views the gorgeousness of his mate. All men should treat their women like their queens and all I plan to do is treasure each one like a queen and have just one as MY QUEEN. I need that female one on one. That female companionship. That female sex talk. That female lip locking. That head from a female. That female everything.
No double dipping. I don’t want any double dipping. No one penis and two vaginas. No two penises and one vagina/asshole. If I have a threesome I want to be surrounded by two female beauties that can savor and explore my every estrogenic need… I want to be exploited by my “she’s” in the nastiest, but sexiest and sweetest way. Now, I won’t knock having sex with a male and not say it is sub par or isn’t “everything”… But with a female there is no need to be pleased more than the perfection that was delivered.
No double dipping. The same way you don’t want someone dipping their nuggets in your sauce after putting it in their mouth, I don’t want another shorties juices in my vagina after his… You get the point.
This is my honesty.
It’s the attraction before anything. I look at a woman the same as you. (the you being my male companions)… Beyond my intrigue. I desire a woman just as much as a man if not more. Sex isn’t even on my mind when I’m on a different level of high with a woman. The two are completely different.
I can see beauty before a woman utters her words. A man… I can see and find attractive, then wonder how he will prove to have some form of beauty inside of him. A man too can be beautiful with pure masculinity.
No female can ever grant the pleasure a man can deliver and vice-versa . It’s no where near the same. I see attractive men everyday but never am I so drawn into their appeal that I want to do more than glance and acknowledge he’s handsome. Now a female I can glance at, get lost in her figure, explore my imagination, and be completely mesmerized. A man in my life will always be considered the luckiest man alive.
If we did approach the idea of sex compared between gender I’d say… The two are completely different.
Still a woman cannot deliver the same pleasure as a man because let that man get you in his grasp, let his sweet sweaty essence capture your attention, let his dick rest up on you without a full erection, let him reach places in you you weren’t aware you could handle… Let him bang you with more than artificial… No strap; a real piece of born, hard, focused, fluid dripping, vein wearing equipment… Let it enter you. That’s something a woman doesn’t have. Let that man bang your back out and you get lost in his grunts. Let a baby be born from his sperm… The thought of all of this can be its own mind blowing division of attractions pleasure.
A woman can fuck the life out of you but she will be doing so spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally, figuratively, persuasively, … All of the “ely” . A woman can breathe on me and my clitoris can become erect. My soul has already left my body and entered her palm for the taking. Like “damn baby can you please touch me i want to feel you” type love.
Then again this is me… And I’ve had some bomb ass, bomb ass, BOMB ASS sex… Just felt the need to insert that before someone questions my past experiences.
The two are COMPLETELY different.
I always have and always will desire a female on every level possible…on a relationship aspect it’s difficult for me to be satisfied with a male…. However anything is possible. A man can give me his version of the world, but a woman can welcome me into her world… That connection instantly delivers me the world that I NEED.
My idea of the perfect threesome is with two females. Reassurance shows up with pure comfort and always right on time when I look into the eyes of a female that has nothing short of promise when she approaches me. I can dance the perfect dance with two left feet with a female and only stumble into her perfection beyond her out-ter design. A woman can capture me…
I once said “aggressive, assertive, poised, anxious, humble but cocky approaches… That’s what I’m a sucker for. All of this from a female. To be challenged daily; Getting caught up & lost in the aura of the way she sways ahead of me. I can see intimate refreshment.
Wanting to get dicked down is when I desire a man. I desire a woman because my taste buds tingle at her thought.
Let “Ms. Creativity” or “Ms. Potential” show up and my twitter might as well be deleted. I’m gone. Lost in each other, but never suffocating each other…. Unless of course it’s with pillows because my screams, her screams, our dreams created within reality… You might kinda get the picture.
Ask me and I I’ll tell. A man can be sexy to me. Easily. But with a woman it’s beyond her physical… My expression is always beyond eye level. A woman is my favorite fragrance. My favorite taste. A woman is My favorite.
A woman has the ability to be my perfect threesome because all women have two sides that you may or may not see and discover. Still, she is always the fulfillment for the dot dot dots I write left open for the possibility of more.
A woman is my reassurance that I will ride the wave of possibility with…
Now, will I get married to a male or female???!!!?!?!?!
Sent from my iPad
Gender/sexuality… My preferred threesome
I am as gay as a man is straight
Ms. Creativity… My idea of the perfect ThreeSome
To say I am as gay as a man is straight is me saying I see a woman in the same capacity as a man that views the gorgeousness of his mate. All men should treat their women like their queens and all I plan to do is treasure each one like a queen and have just one as MY QUEEN. I need that female one on one. That female companionship. That female sex talk. That female lip locking. That head from a female. That female everything.
No double dipping. I don’t want any double dipping. No one penis and two vaginas. No two penises and one vagina/asshole. If I have a threesome I want to be surrounded by two female beauties that can savor and explore my every estrogenic need… I want to be exploited by my “she’s” in the nastiest, but sexiest and sweetest way. Now, I won’t knock having sex with a male and not say it is sub par or isn’t “everything”… But with a female there is no need to be pleased more than the perfection that was delivered.
No double dipping. The same way you don’t want someone dipping their nuggets in your sauce after putting it in their mouth, I don’t want another shorties juices in my vagina after his… You get the point.
This is my honesty.
It’s the attraction before anything. I look at a woman the same as you. (the you being my male companions)… Beyond my intrigue. I desire a woman just as much as a man if not more. Sex isn’t even on my mind when I’m on a different level of high with a woman. The two are completely different.
I can see beauty before a woman utters her words. A man… I can see and find attractive, then wonder how he will prove to have some form of beauty inside of him. A man too can be beautiful with pure masculinity.
No female can ever grant the pleasure a man can deliver and vice-versa . It’s no where near the same. I see attractive men everyday but never am I so drawn into their appeal that I want to do more than glance and acknowledge he’s handsome. Now a female I can glance at, get lost in her figure, explore my imagination, and be completely mesmerized. A man in my life will always be considered the luckiest man alive.
If we did approach the idea of sex compared between gender I’d say… The two are completely different.
Still a woman cannot deliver the same pleasure as a man because let that man get you in his grasp, let his sweet sweaty essence capture your attention, let his dick rest up on you without a full erection, let him reach places in you you weren’t aware you could handle… Let him bang you with more than artificial… No strap; a real piece of born, hard, focused, fluid dripping, vein wearing equipment… Let it enter you. That’s something a woman doesn’t have. Let that man bang your back out and you get lost in his grunts. Let a baby be born from his sperm… The thought of all of this can be its own mind blowing division of attractions pleasure.
A woman can fuck the life out of you but she will be doing so spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally, figuratively, persuasively, … All of the “ely” . A woman can breathe on me and my clitoris can become erect. My soul has already left my body and entered her palm for the taking. Like “damn baby can you please touch me i want to feel you” type love.
Then again this is me… And I’ve had some bomb ass, bomb ass, BOMB ASS sex… Just felt the need to insert that before someone questions my past experiences.
The two are COMPLETELY different.
I always have and always will desire a female on every level possible…on a relationship aspect it’s difficult for me to be satisfied with a male…. However anything is possible. A man can give me his version of the world, but a woman can welcome me into her world… That connection instantly delivers me the world that I NEED.
My idea of the perfect threesome is with two females. Reassurance shows up with pure comfort and always right on time when I look into the eyes of a female that has nothing short of promise when she approaches me. I can dance the perfect dance with two left feet with a female and only stumble into her perfection beyond her out-ter design. A woman can capture me…
I once said “aggressive, assertive, poised, anxious, humble but cocky approaches… That’s what I’m a sucker for. All of this from a female. To be challenged daily; Getting caught up & lost in the aura of the way she sways ahead of me. I can see intimate refreshment.
Wanting to get dicked down is when I desire a man. I desire a woman because my taste buds tingle at her thought.
Let “Ms. Creativity” or “Ms. Potential” show up and my twitter might as well be deleted. I’m gone. Lost in each other, but never suffocating each other…. Unless of course it’s with pillows because my screams, her screams, our dreams created within reality… You might kinda get the picture.
Ask me and I I’ll tell. A man can be sexy to me. Easily. But with a woman it’s beyond her physical… My expression is always beyond eye level. A woman is my favorite fragrance. My favorite taste. A woman is My favorite.
A woman has the ability to be my perfect threesome because all women have two sides that you may or may not see and discover. Still, she is always the fulfillment for the dot dot dots I write left open for the possibility of more.
A woman is my reassurance that I will ride the wave of possibility with…
Now, will I get married to a male or female???!!!?!?!?!
Sent from my iPad
INVADING MY MENTIONS
Invading my Mentions::
Hey slim thick!! sexy as fuck all over my brain and timeline… Let me run a timeline of tongue across your hidden greatness. Be my one in a million and let me balance you out with some intense sexual healing… Call that Ma’at. Some may call you my pretti problem but I am all for the complications of our problematic breaks… Cuz we will be love making with no breaks… Fine without threat of confusion from the he say she say subliminal non at-ing twitter games. your a fauxxy queen… My queen of temptation
I’ve longed for your taste… Taste… Taste… Taste
And damn do you taste…!!!
Exclaiming with exclamations here and there the exclamations are exclaiming your pleased appreciation as you holler out and let me continue in route to pleasing what you have claimed to be an undiscovered orgasmic event of… Damn need I say more
I love how your sugar walls entertain every never ending description of love on these taste buds… Shooting up your remedy right into my veins… My kooleycobain
Kobain… The pleasure in pain… The painful pleasure… Pleasing the pained… Painfully pleases… Let syndicate this memory, this moment, the entirety of our vibe
Ms s… I wanna leave a dot of me all over your lee… Levi’s… Never leaving my sight even on the plane away from your s… Your sexual loving identity…. No promiscuity because while ms creativity could be you ms s…. I’ll explore that later because I’m in need of some vitamin S….
Can I be dapper while I dominate you with my bow tie on… My apron on… My heels on your shoulder while you slip my heel off
These visuals and interactions are profanely beautiful and insane… While your hitting deeper portions and subdivisions of my spot here and spot there and didn’t know that spot was there I can’t help but to scream out “You’re Fucking me So Good, but who are you!?!?!?”
Ms creativity maybe ms potential maybe…. Maybe no names are necessary. We all have to experience a one night stand… Right?
Never wanted to drive a Lexus but … But a …. lex be I mean let’s be; let me be your daddy… But still we are two female feminine beauties… although a little stud screams in my aggression
I mean… Be my fucking pa… Find what’s diseasing me… Find the inner exploited hidden freak in me… Stethoscope if u can hear me a little clearer. I mean shit who is ms creativity to have me tripping and dipping and maybe looking at other occasional opportunities to finding SHE… In your white coat I prefer
Reveling in your rebellious love leg shaking ear drum bursting screams. I yelled out “A” right after I yelled out “Mz… Don’t be a rebel trying to run and dodge that which I know your curious to explore”. After all, we aren’t immature adolescents. How you gon act when I’m inhaling your flavor… Flavor… eyes closed like I opened a bottle of herbal essence. You are soon to be thee shit walking around all stank and head held high justifying to your homegirls like “cuz gworlllll… When I tell you she captured me in her grasps and devoured me in my stance up against windows of possibility. I had no clue I too could be caught up & reassured I am thee shit after being handled like that…” your home girls will cackle and you shall release the shackles of rebellion and join me as I discover the potential of our creativity.
Fucking fatale… I mean your love is fucking fatal… Feminine and sexy and craving every taste… FemmeFuxnFatale can you see me cumming… I’m trying to courageously fuck your fatality into life… My sexual Shero
Mon Cheri amor pretty little one that I adore… You get the picture… Indulging in my sweetheart under neath the illuminating essence of your gorgeous smile. Getting lost in your day dreams—— every time you blink a picture of our kodak worthy moments are captured… Held in this locket close to my heart wrapped in the thumps of my hearts beat. There is no fault in the ripeness of our encounters. Visiting pet stores wondering if Polly wants a cracker… Yet I’m here to share my every virtue with you!
enter my emotions vein (cuz I swear I can feel you in my bloods circulation) and spare me The vain of sexual let down; cuz that’s some shit i am not fit to become accustomed to… O shay can you say that you may just be… Let tonight not go in vain
I’m rambling my mind is rambling…. I mean mind blowing…. Nothing short of what we’ve created and then I think of falling… Where do I fall?
I fell once… I fell multiple times… I never thought I’d fall again my pretty face belle but I’m so focused on… Just trying to get creatively wrapped in your potential….
Somewhere out there is she. I won’t keep scripting these fictional fantasies… I mean correct me if I’m wrong, but everyone needs a little imagination and creativity to be normal. Ms creativity I suppose I do know you. To be explored further beyond initial orgasms because…
Well…
Shit this is just the intro!!!
Hey slim thick!! sexy as fuck all over my brain and timeline… Let me run a timeline of tongue across your hidden greatness. Be my one in a million and let me balance you out with some intense sexual healing… Call that Ma’at. Some may call you my pretti problem but I am all for the complications of our problematic breaks… Cuz we will be love making with no breaks… Fine without threat of confusion from the he say she say subliminal non at-ing twitter games. your a fauxxy queen… My queen of temptation
I’ve longed for your taste… Taste… Taste… Taste
And damn do you taste…!!!
Exclaiming with exclamations here and there the exclamations are exclaiming your pleased appreciation as you holler out and let me continue in route to pleasing what you have claimed to be an undiscovered orgasmic event of… Damn need I say more
I love how your sugar walls entertain every never ending description of love on these taste buds… Shooting up your remedy right into my veins… My kooleycobain
Kobain… The pleasure in pain… The painful pleasure… Pleasing the pained… Painfully pleases… Let syndicate this memory, this moment, the entirety of our vibe
Ms s… I wanna leave a dot of me all over your lee… Levi’s… Never leaving my sight even on the plane away from your s… Your sexual loving identity…. No promiscuity because while ms creativity could be you ms s…. I’ll explore that later because I’m in need of some vitamin S….
Can I be dapper while I dominate you with my bow tie on… My apron on… My heels on your shoulder while you slip my heel off
These visuals and interactions are profanely beautiful and insane… While your hitting deeper portions and subdivisions of my spot here and spot there and didn’t know that spot was there I can’t help but to scream out “You’re Fucking me So Good, but who are you!?!?!?”
Ms creativity maybe ms potential maybe…. Maybe no names are necessary. We all have to experience a one night stand… Right?
Never wanted to drive a Lexus but … But a …. lex be I mean let’s be; let me be your daddy… But still we are two female feminine beauties… although a little stud screams in my aggression
I mean… Be my fucking pa… Find what’s diseasing me… Find the inner exploited hidden freak in me… Stethoscope if u can hear me a little clearer. I mean shit who is ms creativity to have me tripping and dipping and maybe looking at other occasional opportunities to finding SHE… In your white coat I prefer
Reveling in your rebellious love leg shaking ear drum bursting screams. I yelled out “A” right after I yelled out “Mz… Don’t be a rebel trying to run and dodge that which I know your curious to explore”. After all, we aren’t immature adolescents. How you gon act when I’m inhaling your flavor… Flavor… eyes closed like I opened a bottle of herbal essence. You are soon to be thee shit walking around all stank and head held high justifying to your homegirls like “cuz gworlllll… When I tell you she captured me in her grasps and devoured me in my stance up against windows of possibility. I had no clue I too could be caught up & reassured I am thee shit after being handled like that…” your home girls will cackle and you shall release the shackles of rebellion and join me as I discover the potential of our creativity.
Fucking fatale… I mean your love is fucking fatal… Feminine and sexy and craving every taste… FemmeFuxnFatale can you see me cumming… I’m trying to courageously fuck your fatality into life… My sexual Shero
Mon Cheri amor pretty little one that I adore… You get the picture… Indulging in my sweetheart under neath the illuminating essence of your gorgeous smile. Getting lost in your day dreams—— every time you blink a picture of our kodak worthy moments are captured… Held in this locket close to my heart wrapped in the thumps of my hearts beat. There is no fault in the ripeness of our encounters. Visiting pet stores wondering if Polly wants a cracker… Yet I’m here to share my every virtue with you!
enter my emotions vein (cuz I swear I can feel you in my bloods circulation) and spare me The vain of sexual let down; cuz that’s some shit i am not fit to become accustomed to… O shay can you say that you may just be… Let tonight not go in vain
I’m rambling my mind is rambling…. I mean mind blowing…. Nothing short of what we’ve created and then I think of falling… Where do I fall?
I fell once… I fell multiple times… I never thought I’d fall again my pretty face belle but I’m so focused on… Just trying to get creatively wrapped in your potential….
Somewhere out there is she. I won’t keep scripting these fictional fantasies… I mean correct me if I’m wrong, but everyone needs a little imagination and creativity to be normal. Ms creativity I suppose I do know you. To be explored further beyond initial orgasms because…
Well…
Shit this is just the intro!!!
ZONE 4.... 510 WORDS
Zone 4.. My 7 minute poem
I’m in a zone. (calling zones 1-4 to now board)
I’m in a zone
My stance is so still I feel like I’ve been cloned or maybe having an outter body experience… I need some justification
I’m in a zone…
My gaze is intent and focused on this thought
My gaze is unbreakable
Nothing can affect my focus
Around are infants shedding invisible tears to express their different needs for attention
Colleagues are discussing plans and business proposals over sips of caffeine and chewed tobacco to substitute their nicotines needs
The ladies are in full gossip mode discussing the “did you see that too…” from the events just passed when a woman and man became one before the alter… I suppose the congregation was in full support, but of course the gossip comes with
Magazines sheets are being crinkled as the lack of entertainment frustrates and no one wants to be bothered with placing it back as found
Occupied signs are being flipped before those awaiting to enter bathroom stalls
Oversize folk, in which you can argue should pay extra, are forgetting they are the normal over weight American as they pour over into your seat to have a conversation with the friend they forgot to book their seat next to, that sits three rows behind
Baby shower itineraries are discussed and the remnants of everything executed… “do you remember the beer chug from the baby bottle, what about them being handcuffed and trying to change the diaper on the doll” many memories shared
Glancing out of airplane windows at church filled parking lots thinking of many that praise their pastor and church more than they remember to pray to the lord in which the building was built to connect one with
G-shock tick tocks… I lie because I sport a digital watch and if I heard it doing any tick tocking I’d be knocking on casios email door with a complaint about the authentic-ness of my time teller
(it’s only a forty minute flight folks… There will be no beverage for anyone but FIRST CLASS)
Sounds of JaeSkeese first class chime and I remember I am thirsty but couldn’t afford first class, then again I’m on a company paid flight… Still I can’t afford first class… Dammit!
The houses below are becoming many
You can hear the nervous laughter brush away nervousness of the flight and the captain reminds us to stay seated because we are descending into Atlanta and the grandparents remind their new generation to prepare
There I am letting out silent prayers not only for myself and the flight, but my family I had to leave behind so that I could make some more money to support them and the loans that I cannot leave behind
STILL I AM IN A ZONE
My surroundings are still, my thumbs are on a go, my nose wiped from my mini cold, I Deniele AM IN A ZONE and I wish you were here with.
The end! My flight is landing
I’m in a zone. (calling zones 1-4 to now board)
I’m in a zone
My stance is so still I feel like I’ve been cloned or maybe having an outter body experience… I need some justification
I’m in a zone…
My gaze is intent and focused on this thought
My gaze is unbreakable
Nothing can affect my focus
Around are infants shedding invisible tears to express their different needs for attention
Colleagues are discussing plans and business proposals over sips of caffeine and chewed tobacco to substitute their nicotines needs
The ladies are in full gossip mode discussing the “did you see that too…” from the events just passed when a woman and man became one before the alter… I suppose the congregation was in full support, but of course the gossip comes with
Magazines sheets are being crinkled as the lack of entertainment frustrates and no one wants to be bothered with placing it back as found
Occupied signs are being flipped before those awaiting to enter bathroom stalls
Oversize folk, in which you can argue should pay extra, are forgetting they are the normal over weight American as they pour over into your seat to have a conversation with the friend they forgot to book their seat next to, that sits three rows behind
Baby shower itineraries are discussed and the remnants of everything executed… “do you remember the beer chug from the baby bottle, what about them being handcuffed and trying to change the diaper on the doll” many memories shared
Glancing out of airplane windows at church filled parking lots thinking of many that praise their pastor and church more than they remember to pray to the lord in which the building was built to connect one with
G-shock tick tocks… I lie because I sport a digital watch and if I heard it doing any tick tocking I’d be knocking on casios email door with a complaint about the authentic-ness of my time teller
(it’s only a forty minute flight folks… There will be no beverage for anyone but FIRST CLASS)
Sounds of JaeSkeese first class chime and I remember I am thirsty but couldn’t afford first class, then again I’m on a company paid flight… Still I can’t afford first class… Dammit!
The houses below are becoming many
You can hear the nervous laughter brush away nervousness of the flight and the captain reminds us to stay seated because we are descending into Atlanta and the grandparents remind their new generation to prepare
There I am letting out silent prayers not only for myself and the flight, but my family I had to leave behind so that I could make some more money to support them and the loans that I cannot leave behind
STILL I AM IN A ZONE
My surroundings are still, my thumbs are on a go, my nose wiped from my mini cold, I Deniele AM IN A ZONE and I wish you were here with.
The end! My flight is landing
SOUTHERNLY INTRODUCED... A NEW ORLEANS FELLA
Listening to southern chimes, through palm trees with perfect angular leaves. Driplets of withered misty storms that drizzled the area are left tantalizing you as you engulf this Floridian air inside your lungs capsule. These Driplets of past drizzle “ain’t nothing like that Louisiana wetness bwoy. The water 6 feet high to the ground. Yeah it’s possible”… His descriptions engage me… To think the weather has so many varieties I feel like I opened up a jelly bean jar and took my taste buds on a mission. I continue to put together rhyme schemes in an effort to depict this young mans southerness
This bwoy here from Louisiana, little southern bama in love with only his grandmothers jambalaya
Southern limes… Or overgrown hardened green shells written into clear milk coconuts
Those teeth look made for eating… Some sweet cooking that is
Down there in Louisiana it’s more than Katrina and astonishing weather war hero survivors… It’s a festival every time a pot touches the burner… “yes ma’am I’ll take some crawfish Étouffée”
We share a song. Songs of lift. Songs lifting body builder style. Songs lifting me like a body builder to their weights. Songs building my body to lift. Songs building my body to lift the weight of life’s unclearness away. I’m trying to evacuate the premises of confusion, this time head on with handling their emotional drain, but these songs here are LIFTING
He hummed and sang and twirled with pure masculine poise. Never to be under estimated about his slickness with his feet with quite some swiftness
“seriously y’all gotta use them tools… I’ll even show you”
He was adamant with the assist like a good point knowing his teams strengths easily came from his court vision and ball handling… He adamantly insisted to assist even when we poked our chests out and heads high, some low, that we could handle our new task… For we were set to deliver the extra ordinary experience.
Ferocious tigers…never wreaking havoc we displayed a true teams strength while others were caught up in our beauty we swiftly and cunningly made our way through the crowd unveiling our stripes only to then bare our teeth expressing we were the beautiful beast never to be under estimated. We even made lions run.
He took us back with some old tracks. Scented markers filling up my flailed nostrils reminiscing back to p.s.68 where I played chess with pieces as big as me screaming out check mate for the entire recess to hear gathering around to see my mind worked to disable the king from making moves on what I claimed as MY BOARD. He took us back with some old tracks when African braids were in and everyone rocked three over size braids from 4-6 packs of hair, burnt tips at the edges and girls jealous of your $60 hair do. ….. Heeeeee took us back. He took us back to young money cash money lil Wayne with braids back when Turk was the hottest rapper in the crew before bling bling was bling bling and gold was still in because in NYC you were flashy with Pelle Pelle, Fubu, and Fila maybe one or two gold links… But not in the south they were Juvenile crazy. He took us back… To don’t you dare get bold before your momma because she wouldn’t let you utter your rebuttal And your lip was on fire ass soon to follow picking up just the right branches to tame that… He took us back… Like 25cent gum and food stamps weren’t a card, it was a book, and pickles were still sold individually in jars *crunch crunch* I’m chomping down thinking he took us back…. He took us back like bell bottoms back in style before Jordan’s were the style before Steve Kerr’s short shorts ….like Dennis Rodman gone drag…. Still it wasn’t okay to be gay
He took us back with those throwback thoughts mr batiste…
While I was back tracking my feet were off tapping … Tapping and disgruntling the ground then my ear drums expanded…. “Alligator! Now that’s some good eating”
Share this with me… Correct me if I heard correctly…
They started mentioning swamp tours, cemetery tours, Coon eating, Nutri Rats the size of house guard dogs; all of this new to me.
Willingly I was drawn… More like un-willingly I had subliminally been enthralled with exploring this lifestyle… A little Gatorade because my mind became thirsty for more. This culture was new versus the Rasta stories I was able to offer, still no comparison could be applied here.
His Lakers and Saints were next up to the plate, but to soon be batted away from achieving first base… They both could try again next year. Still this is not to insult my dear friend, but I must consult with my current friend and be a better co-pilot so here I leave this, but yes I have enjoyed meeting this Louisiana Bwoy… You gotta feed the mind with new adventures.
This bwoy here from Louisiana, little southern bama in love with only his grandmothers jambalaya
Southern limes… Or overgrown hardened green shells written into clear milk coconuts
Those teeth look made for eating… Some sweet cooking that is
Down there in Louisiana it’s more than Katrina and astonishing weather war hero survivors… It’s a festival every time a pot touches the burner… “yes ma’am I’ll take some crawfish Étouffée”
We share a song. Songs of lift. Songs lifting body builder style. Songs lifting me like a body builder to their weights. Songs building my body to lift. Songs building my body to lift the weight of life’s unclearness away. I’m trying to evacuate the premises of confusion, this time head on with handling their emotional drain, but these songs here are LIFTING
He hummed and sang and twirled with pure masculine poise. Never to be under estimated about his slickness with his feet with quite some swiftness
“seriously y’all gotta use them tools… I’ll even show you”
He was adamant with the assist like a good point knowing his teams strengths easily came from his court vision and ball handling… He adamantly insisted to assist even when we poked our chests out and heads high, some low, that we could handle our new task… For we were set to deliver the extra ordinary experience.
Ferocious tigers…never wreaking havoc we displayed a true teams strength while others were caught up in our beauty we swiftly and cunningly made our way through the crowd unveiling our stripes only to then bare our teeth expressing we were the beautiful beast never to be under estimated. We even made lions run.
He took us back with some old tracks. Scented markers filling up my flailed nostrils reminiscing back to p.s.68 where I played chess with pieces as big as me screaming out check mate for the entire recess to hear gathering around to see my mind worked to disable the king from making moves on what I claimed as MY BOARD. He took us back with some old tracks when African braids were in and everyone rocked three over size braids from 4-6 packs of hair, burnt tips at the edges and girls jealous of your $60 hair do. ….. Heeeeee took us back. He took us back to young money cash money lil Wayne with braids back when Turk was the hottest rapper in the crew before bling bling was bling bling and gold was still in because in NYC you were flashy with Pelle Pelle, Fubu, and Fila maybe one or two gold links… But not in the south they were Juvenile crazy. He took us back… To don’t you dare get bold before your momma because she wouldn’t let you utter your rebuttal And your lip was on fire ass soon to follow picking up just the right branches to tame that… He took us back… Like 25cent gum and food stamps weren’t a card, it was a book, and pickles were still sold individually in jars *crunch crunch* I’m chomping down thinking he took us back…. He took us back like bell bottoms back in style before Jordan’s were the style before Steve Kerr’s short shorts ….like Dennis Rodman gone drag…. Still it wasn’t okay to be gay
He took us back with those throwback thoughts mr batiste…
While I was back tracking my feet were off tapping … Tapping and disgruntling the ground then my ear drums expanded…. “Alligator! Now that’s some good eating”
Share this with me… Correct me if I heard correctly…
They started mentioning swamp tours, cemetery tours, Coon eating, Nutri Rats the size of house guard dogs; all of this new to me.
Willingly I was drawn… More like un-willingly I had subliminally been enthralled with exploring this lifestyle… A little Gatorade because my mind became thirsty for more. This culture was new versus the Rasta stories I was able to offer, still no comparison could be applied here.
His Lakers and Saints were next up to the plate, but to soon be batted away from achieving first base… They both could try again next year. Still this is not to insult my dear friend, but I must consult with my current friend and be a better co-pilot so here I leave this, but yes I have enjoyed meeting this Louisiana Bwoy… You gotta feed the mind with new adventures.
THE AGREEMENT
Let me write a book with you. Lets join here before each dotted line.
Let’s bring these lines to life. Let’s use our best cursive and let our penmanship be our guide. Let’s breathe into these pages, no apple inc, and thump with each heart beat.
Power mute me. Press power, slide my button over, and mute me in my speech sliding your tongue between my lips, passing my teeth, breathing my peach trident breath into you… You are my new written piece.
Peace.
Hope your willing to sign this lease. I am your protection pack. Your phenomenal lover. Your open ended explanation. I truly enjoy the challenge of over coming the objection your heart presents… With me you have endless benefits
That was my sales pitch.
Glad you signed this dotted line.
Let’s bring these lines to life. Let’s use our best cursive and let our penmanship be our guide. Let’s breathe into these pages, no apple inc, and thump with each heart beat.
Power mute me. Press power, slide my button over, and mute me in my speech sliding your tongue between my lips, passing my teeth, breathing my peach trident breath into you… You are my new written piece.
Peace.
Hope your willing to sign this lease. I am your protection pack. Your phenomenal lover. Your open ended explanation. I truly enjoy the challenge of over coming the objection your heart presents… With me you have endless benefits
That was my sales pitch.
Glad you signed this dotted line.
SELFISH DENIELE
Selfish Deniele
trust when I say what’s mine is mine and what’s not is also mine… I’m selfish and possessive with my prized possessions and that’s nothing short of how I view you. I want it I will have it and don’t want anyone else to touch… I plan on capturing you but never exploiting you or keeping you around for show. We will show off each other. I don’t like people touching my things and I’m not interested in helping it. No one will quietly take credit for my shit. Because not only is my bark loud, but my bite is deep, while this may be pleasing for my lady… It’s ferocious to all other with I’ll intentions.
Good day to all
trust when I say what’s mine is mine and what’s not is also mine… I’m selfish and possessive with my prized possessions and that’s nothing short of how I view you. I want it I will have it and don’t want anyone else to touch… I plan on capturing you but never exploiting you or keeping you around for show. We will show off each other. I don’t like people touching my things and I’m not interested in helping it. No one will quietly take credit for my shit. Because not only is my bark loud, but my bite is deep, while this may be pleasing for my lady… It’s ferocious to all other with I’ll intentions.
Good day to all
THE BIPOLAR GENIUS
She knows the alphabet to my heart… This genius that I met not so recently.
However, people can’t see this
She isn’t your ordinary but she’s perfect in her open shielded world letting in the eyes and ears to see and hear just what they need to relate to their own life…
She purged …
Speaking in the worlds loudest audiology with lower frequency levels
Blowing me sweet dream kisses only to lead me down a water encompassed path with huge red petal roses laid on on the waters bank for me to travel… Joining her once again; our dreams come together for the perfect date
Usually by now we would have fucked sucked bucked clucked and made all types of scenes come to life
She knew me before knowing me still she is finding me while finding out about me becoming her SHE all flaws un-flawed and barriers exploded to show everything perfect
Perfecting each other, assisting growth for all endeavors… I felt like she knew me to know I needed to be known past any initial identification
She knew me like me knowing my youthful stream of satisfying dining and how I needed then to taste just right for her—-> which she will come to know…
She knew me like she knew how to replay all her scars each incident almost tape recorded. the playback button stuck on play. she knew me like my confidence of my gay proclaimed on my 14 year old day back when I knew saying gay could be cool; ignorant to the disdain in my non believing hate days past blood & crip beef
She knew me like I knew my tech like riding a bike or maybe even tying a shoe string or blowing a bubble or blowing on a nipples because tongue talents only need brush up moments
Sigh…
Soon to be singing birthday songs and her dancing to my gaze playing tunes up and down her body singing her fave lil drink song, never uttering anything but exchanging the look of we can leave right now during this song right now And get deeply engraved in each other RIGHT NOW!!! … so deep beyond any old soul music song… Any old spiritual song… Any old reggae song… Any old any song Singing tunes together
Red and blue poets with the her and hers oppositely attracted into the same desires to be… To be the SHE that she knew would come.
For when you dream of your she… when she shows up you know to pounce all over and hunch all over and grunt all over…
Symbols all over—> verbal and scripted…. Let me flip these scripted sheets and rumble on top of our anticipation with the let down vacant from our vacated pleasure but vacation is now over and I’m drunkenly sober> truly punctual … As discreet as I can be between the seat and steering wheel of my jeep… We sex
I miss you more than I miss summer time funnel cakes off Coney Island board walks when guns weren’t popping and stampedes weren’t occurring… I miss you like Alphapha missing Darla… Like Barney missing Baby Bop… Like Captain Planet with no rings and no Planeteers… Like the Apollo with no sandman… Like my iPhone with no twitter… I miss you like NYC trains back when you used tokens and could save some funds because it cost less than 2.25 to take a ride to clear your mind and explore the beauties of the city… I miss you like… … Like me without… … …you
You feel me?
Insert me in any opening.
Let me spread you into an Eagles wing span.
Let me not be missed and be your ever lasting flavor
Qualify me baby
I’m qualified to reassure I can handle any condition
(tight grip, head pulled back, hair snatched, pumping into that back)
BABY I’m qualified
Let me exercise my empathy because I will never allow you to relate to your friends wack ass experiences ever again. You’re the bomb baby so let me light these fuses and ignite that body and have you succumb to my aggressive womanly desires. I’ll eat and feast like a thirsty vampire… Your juicy stream moistening my nose to my cheeks… I will eat
Bi polar this bi polar that… We met from opposing polars and still got all types of intertwined for I am your SHE…
Whose diagnosing this shit anyway?
Let them diagnose this… However my bipolar genius
This here scene may not be used or disclosed outside of F&D companies except by a written and notarized agreement.
However, people can’t see this
She isn’t your ordinary but she’s perfect in her open shielded world letting in the eyes and ears to see and hear just what they need to relate to their own life…
She purged …
Speaking in the worlds loudest audiology with lower frequency levels
Blowing me sweet dream kisses only to lead me down a water encompassed path with huge red petal roses laid on on the waters bank for me to travel… Joining her once again; our dreams come together for the perfect date
Usually by now we would have fucked sucked bucked clucked and made all types of scenes come to life
She knew me before knowing me still she is finding me while finding out about me becoming her SHE all flaws un-flawed and barriers exploded to show everything perfect
Perfecting each other, assisting growth for all endeavors… I felt like she knew me to know I needed to be known past any initial identification
She knew me like me knowing my youthful stream of satisfying dining and how I needed then to taste just right for her—-> which she will come to know…
She knew me like she knew how to replay all her scars each incident almost tape recorded. the playback button stuck on play. she knew me like my confidence of my gay proclaimed on my 14 year old day back when I knew saying gay could be cool; ignorant to the disdain in my non believing hate days past blood & crip beef
She knew me like I knew my tech like riding a bike or maybe even tying a shoe string or blowing a bubble or blowing on a nipples because tongue talents only need brush up moments
Sigh…
Soon to be singing birthday songs and her dancing to my gaze playing tunes up and down her body singing her fave lil drink song, never uttering anything but exchanging the look of we can leave right now during this song right now And get deeply engraved in each other RIGHT NOW!!! … so deep beyond any old soul music song… Any old spiritual song… Any old reggae song… Any old any song Singing tunes together
Red and blue poets with the her and hers oppositely attracted into the same desires to be… To be the SHE that she knew would come.
For when you dream of your she… when she shows up you know to pounce all over and hunch all over and grunt all over…
Symbols all over—> verbal and scripted…. Let me flip these scripted sheets and rumble on top of our anticipation with the let down vacant from our vacated pleasure but vacation is now over and I’m drunkenly sober> truly punctual … As discreet as I can be between the seat and steering wheel of my jeep… We sex
I miss you more than I miss summer time funnel cakes off Coney Island board walks when guns weren’t popping and stampedes weren’t occurring… I miss you like Alphapha missing Darla… Like Barney missing Baby Bop… Like Captain Planet with no rings and no Planeteers… Like the Apollo with no sandman… Like my iPhone with no twitter… I miss you like NYC trains back when you used tokens and could save some funds because it cost less than 2.25 to take a ride to clear your mind and explore the beauties of the city… I miss you like… … Like me without… … …you
You feel me?
Insert me in any opening.
Let me spread you into an Eagles wing span.
Let me not be missed and be your ever lasting flavor
Qualify me baby
I’m qualified to reassure I can handle any condition
(tight grip, head pulled back, hair snatched, pumping into that back)
BABY I’m qualified
Let me exercise my empathy because I will never allow you to relate to your friends wack ass experiences ever again. You’re the bomb baby so let me light these fuses and ignite that body and have you succumb to my aggressive womanly desires. I’ll eat and feast like a thirsty vampire… Your juicy stream moistening my nose to my cheeks… I will eat
Bi polar this bi polar that… We met from opposing polars and still got all types of intertwined for I am your SHE…
Whose diagnosing this shit anyway?
Let them diagnose this… However my bipolar genius
This here scene may not be used or disclosed outside of F&D companies except by a written and notarized agreement.
ANTICIPATION
Early hormonal torture:
*melts right in this seat*
Delta airlines will have to announce I need to calm my ass down and get outta my hormones
Barely passing 7am and I’m so deeply instilled in my thoughts of the feast I need to be for your entree
I glance up to see eyes peak from beyond their unfolded newspapers… Oh trust they are watching me quiver in my seat
I wonder if they have X-ray vision because my kitty little lady cat is moistening to the idea of your feel
Drake is humming in my drums while passengers are sinking into their seat for warmth behind their backwards worn jackets… Does that actually provide more heat?
Nonetheless it’s heated here in this seat be my G.I. Jane and drill your SargentEd ferociousity with those teeth and tongue between my legs
This little kid is hollering like I plan to holler for you… I can already see you snatching my pillows away and somewhere in a faint whistle a saxophone will carry on notes of pleasures gateway to the designed playlist we create with each moment. The unpredicted beautiful musical jam of the year to make all of billboards top lists
I get to do the most creative imagining during these airline trips
Tingling finger tips
I see these lit exit signs… We need to scurry and head it’s way
Can you tell what I’m thinking?
Shorty doo wop we can leave here shortly and you can hear “wop” sounds while I clean you up with my tongue from doing the doo… Alright shorty?
We threw a party with only two invited guests… We can always squeeze in your favorite music artists if you need a little airplay during some foreplay some teasing some teasing some unadulterated teasing… Dammit girl give it to me and stop teasing… Before I tease your interests, your crave, tease you in these Juliet and Juliet plays we structure… Oh Juliet this love making must be suicide… Must be the sweetest damn suicide because how can life be life after this fucking experience… I’m stuck on your poison but I can’t even call it that. Ms Sexy Potential you’re still fucking with meeeee
I can see ironing boards flipped over, clothes scattered, flat irons still plugged in, wet foot prints from showered toes, lights on, iPads left open, laptops mid type, purses tossed over contents pouring out, sheets crinkled, eyebrows arched, nails in sheets, nightstands leant, boy shorts half off, bras unsnapped, everything from my mind being called to action
I say HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH FUCKING RIGHT DAMN RIGHT ALL RIGHT
Catch my damn drift… Can you sense the sense of urgency in my growing aggression
It’s getting intense… My contacts lenses drying out, not taking them out, because I am so focused on your mouth open teeth showing tongue plattered down to the bottom of your mouth… I grab a nipple and bite…a light bite a little more than a nibble… you squirm!
I grab that ass back… Keep your ass still… You can moan Deniele, scream Deniele, or scratch Deniele into my back. I’m fucking you like I own it. I ain’t borrowing shit. In fact I OWN IT!!! You hear that name your crying?
Pace switch…
Let’s do some correcting… Unpack every thought you’d ever had about how this would be. Let me bring you these things into our reality. I am tagging my name on it across labias and minoras and majoras and clitoris’
Filling my nostrils with your scent… My scented escape.
Now everywhere i go I’d carry you with me
Argh… The anticipation is killing me. G2g
*melts right in this seat*
Delta airlines will have to announce I need to calm my ass down and get outta my hormones
Barely passing 7am and I’m so deeply instilled in my thoughts of the feast I need to be for your entree
I glance up to see eyes peak from beyond their unfolded newspapers… Oh trust they are watching me quiver in my seat
I wonder if they have X-ray vision because my kitty little lady cat is moistening to the idea of your feel
Drake is humming in my drums while passengers are sinking into their seat for warmth behind their backwards worn jackets… Does that actually provide more heat?
Nonetheless it’s heated here in this seat be my G.I. Jane and drill your SargentEd ferociousity with those teeth and tongue between my legs
This little kid is hollering like I plan to holler for you… I can already see you snatching my pillows away and somewhere in a faint whistle a saxophone will carry on notes of pleasures gateway to the designed playlist we create with each moment. The unpredicted beautiful musical jam of the year to make all of billboards top lists
I get to do the most creative imagining during these airline trips
Tingling finger tips
I see these lit exit signs… We need to scurry and head it’s way
Can you tell what I’m thinking?
Shorty doo wop we can leave here shortly and you can hear “wop” sounds while I clean you up with my tongue from doing the doo… Alright shorty?
We threw a party with only two invited guests… We can always squeeze in your favorite music artists if you need a little airplay during some foreplay some teasing some teasing some unadulterated teasing… Dammit girl give it to me and stop teasing… Before I tease your interests, your crave, tease you in these Juliet and Juliet plays we structure… Oh Juliet this love making must be suicide… Must be the sweetest damn suicide because how can life be life after this fucking experience… I’m stuck on your poison but I can’t even call it that. Ms Sexy Potential you’re still fucking with meeeee
I can see ironing boards flipped over, clothes scattered, flat irons still plugged in, wet foot prints from showered toes, lights on, iPads left open, laptops mid type, purses tossed over contents pouring out, sheets crinkled, eyebrows arched, nails in sheets, nightstands leant, boy shorts half off, bras unsnapped, everything from my mind being called to action
I say HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH FUCKING RIGHT DAMN RIGHT ALL RIGHT
Catch my damn drift… Can you sense the sense of urgency in my growing aggression
It’s getting intense… My contacts lenses drying out, not taking them out, because I am so focused on your mouth open teeth showing tongue plattered down to the bottom of your mouth… I grab a nipple and bite…a light bite a little more than a nibble… you squirm!
I grab that ass back… Keep your ass still… You can moan Deniele, scream Deniele, or scratch Deniele into my back. I’m fucking you like I own it. I ain’t borrowing shit. In fact I OWN IT!!! You hear that name your crying?
Pace switch…
Let’s do some correcting… Unpack every thought you’d ever had about how this would be. Let me bring you these things into our reality. I am tagging my name on it across labias and minoras and majoras and clitoris’
Filling my nostrils with your scent… My scented escape.
Now everywhere i go I’d carry you with me
Argh… The anticipation is killing me. G2g
FOR A WOMAN OVERCOMING
See this struggle… My full empty stomach deep sea fishing struggle in barren waters and polluted pathways I can’t hunt in this ocean for shit and I’m wounded by the fishermen that hunt me while I hunt for my fish how can I make it through and remain off the food chain… my struggle… I’m trying to be free and accept that finding me sometimes …I mean sometimes it means I’ll be vacant from some shit. But this lip of mine shall never be busted again and I shall never hush again and pretend with a smile that’s far from authentic so some selfish lesbianic chic can explore these polluted wounded barren oceans and seas again and again… Stop exploring honey. I could understand if she was overwhelmed by the beauty of the titanic in these barren empty wounded polluted oceans and seas but I was that gorgeous ship that sank when you tried to steal my precious cargo dissembling my motors not remembering that I could float when too injured to swim and it may take me a little longer but I will find myself ashore out of those wounded polluted barren and empty seas. I floated but still I’m swimming …swam all the way to my victorious lead above and away from those wounded polluted barren oceans and empty seas where Ursula waited with her now ugly ass sucking the life out of those blinded by a squids beauty, but I am not blinded because even with the seaweed attaching its lengths to me and sand filling up around my pupils I see beyond the destruction and I don’t eat meat anymore so please know I’m going to now be at the top of the food chain eating and feasting on calamari…catch my drift… every crunch and dip into my cocktail sauce more satisfying than emphasis as an acronym.
…I hear my name dancing at a festival in celebration of alleviation and separation… I hear my name with thee most gorgeous ballroom dress many point at and say “boy is she over dressed for the occasion” but little do they know the dressing fits the occasion perfectly… I hear my name Spinning in elegant circles holding the hand of my 12 year old mini Queen her eyes express true love and I am reminded He above is my locket, secret, and key and I am gorgeously dressed appropriate for this occasion… I have overcome those POLLUTED EMPTY BARREN AND WOUNDED OCEANS AND SEAS!!!
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…I hear my name dancing at a festival in celebration of alleviation and separation… I hear my name with thee most gorgeous ballroom dress many point at and say “boy is she over dressed for the occasion” but little do they know the dressing fits the occasion perfectly… I hear my name Spinning in elegant circles holding the hand of my 12 year old mini Queen her eyes express true love and I am reminded He above is my locket, secret, and key and I am gorgeously dressed appropriate for this occasion… I have overcome those POLLUTED EMPTY BARREN AND WOUNDED OCEANS AND SEAS!!!
Sent from my iPad
READY OR NOT... A LITTLE HIDE & SEEK
Written w/ Fatima
Let’s play hide and seek… I’m seeking what you have hidden for a while… I’ve counted down only to chase what’s worth having… This isn’t a child’s game… But I’m ready to play when ever you’re ready…
… Ready to be sought. I see we’ve both been seeking and voyaging for years waiting to be captured as the sweetest prey. I even started to hide hoping the childish side would further draw my potential partners eye.
I came out and played screaming to the skies that one day my “come out come out wherever you are” would bring me you
Tagging you lyrically.. I’ve counted down the days when our childish ways would allow me to touch you… I’ve chased you around life’s tree… Fell and scraped my adolescent knees hoping… That I could out run my potentials, past pursuers..”.
I’ve counted to twenty… Not peeking once on where you might be hiding… I’ve always been the taggee waiting for someone to tag me… Secretly wanting them to Scream out “you’re it”
Then here comes that tantalizing strut and my mind escapes Into my hide and seek needs. Bruised and bandaged from falls during my endless gaming
1…2….3…4…5…6… 78910 jumbled in my impatience I’m ready for you… come on!!! Tag me baby let me be it. Let me be it. Let me be
You’ve strut so many times across my mind; hips saying come fuck me tongue saying I’m in no hurry how about you hide and I seek so I can quickly assess the task
… So I close my eyes…. Breathing softly so they don’t hear my pure desire to tag places that many have seeked…. I’m counting… Waiting for the stroll I’ve learned to listen for… She’s it… I knows she will be it…
I won’t quit til I’m more than a memory, and our childish game is a reality… Many people are playing.. But I’ve patiently waited like 50 and M…. Her hips teasing and swaying my way… I’ll get her
I know I’ll get her after all she’s swaying in my direction. Either she wants me or the ultimate tease. Argh fuck it I’m going to tag her in… My thoughts came to life as I grabbed her by her hips licked across her lips and pulled her into My seek so we can hide together … Here in our little space faces engraved in each others waists. Earlobes and fingers tips kissed and licked I shall…
…No longer be teased
I need this Remedy beyond her sexual engagement. Counting 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10!!!!
Ready or not here I cum… Ready to engage in the games we’ve played… I’ve engraved her moans potential in my memory… Seeking the times we have played this game with others…. I’m done counting… I’m ready to finger tag her seeking places…. Count the strokes my tongue will make to win this game… Here I cum….
1… A kiss to her bottom lip…2… A touch to her hip…. 3… I listen to her breath… 4 I seek to change the rhythm of her heart beat….5 I gently bite her upper lip only to slip my tongue in…6 this game of seeking her hidden moan is beyond fun…7…. I’m counting on multitasking through this …8… My tongue is numb because of how many times I’ve made her cum…9 I’ve stopped counting and we have to stop playing…and 10… I’m done hiding I’m waiting for you to tag me into your life’s game…
Forever moments have been created And hand carved into pure accuracy. Favorite moments from countdowns occupy every second of our life’s game.
Still I’m not here to continue any games with you. Promising full attention to your body and soul and an image is painted of beautiful museum walls with us encompassed covered by lighting illuminating our curves together. Let’s live together. Let’s create poetry together because baby I’m it and your it and we have sought and found… Ready or not I’m here or you
Let’s play hide and seek… I’m seeking what you have hidden for a while… I’ve counted down only to chase what’s worth having… This isn’t a child’s game… But I’m ready to play when ever you’re ready…
… Ready to be sought. I see we’ve both been seeking and voyaging for years waiting to be captured as the sweetest prey. I even started to hide hoping the childish side would further draw my potential partners eye.
I came out and played screaming to the skies that one day my “come out come out wherever you are” would bring me you
Tagging you lyrically.. I’ve counted down the days when our childish ways would allow me to touch you… I’ve chased you around life’s tree… Fell and scraped my adolescent knees hoping… That I could out run my potentials, past pursuers..”.
I’ve counted to twenty… Not peeking once on where you might be hiding… I’ve always been the taggee waiting for someone to tag me… Secretly wanting them to Scream out “you’re it”
Then here comes that tantalizing strut and my mind escapes Into my hide and seek needs. Bruised and bandaged from falls during my endless gaming
1…2….3…4…5…6… 78910 jumbled in my impatience I’m ready for you… come on!!! Tag me baby let me be it. Let me be it. Let me be
You’ve strut so many times across my mind; hips saying come fuck me tongue saying I’m in no hurry how about you hide and I seek so I can quickly assess the task
… So I close my eyes…. Breathing softly so they don’t hear my pure desire to tag places that many have seeked…. I’m counting… Waiting for the stroll I’ve learned to listen for… She’s it… I knows she will be it…
I won’t quit til I’m more than a memory, and our childish game is a reality… Many people are playing.. But I’ve patiently waited like 50 and M…. Her hips teasing and swaying my way… I’ll get her
I know I’ll get her after all she’s swaying in my direction. Either she wants me or the ultimate tease. Argh fuck it I’m going to tag her in… My thoughts came to life as I grabbed her by her hips licked across her lips and pulled her into My seek so we can hide together … Here in our little space faces engraved in each others waists. Earlobes and fingers tips kissed and licked I shall…
…No longer be teased
I need this Remedy beyond her sexual engagement. Counting 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10!!!!
Ready or not here I cum… Ready to engage in the games we’ve played… I’ve engraved her moans potential in my memory… Seeking the times we have played this game with others…. I’m done counting… I’m ready to finger tag her seeking places…. Count the strokes my tongue will make to win this game… Here I cum….
1… A kiss to her bottom lip…2… A touch to her hip…. 3… I listen to her breath… 4 I seek to change the rhythm of her heart beat….5 I gently bite her upper lip only to slip my tongue in…6 this game of seeking her hidden moan is beyond fun…7…. I’m counting on multitasking through this …8… My tongue is numb because of how many times I’ve made her cum…9 I’ve stopped counting and we have to stop playing…and 10… I’m done hiding I’m waiting for you to tag me into your life’s game…
Forever moments have been created And hand carved into pure accuracy. Favorite moments from countdowns occupy every second of our life’s game.
Still I’m not here to continue any games with you. Promising full attention to your body and soul and an image is painted of beautiful museum walls with us encompassed covered by lighting illuminating our curves together. Let’s live together. Let’s create poetry together because baby I’m it and your it and we have sought and found… Ready or not I’m here or you
DARING DANCE
Written with Fatima
Dance right here right now to this song…
You’ve had your lyrical foreplay so let’s Engage into this band, no rock, no wedding, no proposal but become branded together… Feather light you life my spirits with ease
Skip to my Lu and my seduction
Only to seduce with simple Song stanzas…It’s funny how our harmony aims to please… If you let me go low I’ll promise you can go high… I mean take the high parts of this simple, long lasted melody… I’ve practiced my parts hoping to be apart of your solo… Making us a duet….
We don’t need an occasion to be great together..
I’ve sampled some simple haiku moments of what became the most beautiful and complex verbalism…
Be my herb baby and take me to that high. You can stay down low you can turn me over you can lift me upper but I promise with punctual touches I’m sure to scream for you
Lip locking under poorly lit chandeliers glistening to pretty rocks and cubics. I want you to get into me below my pubic line and find your way through my pleasure. The hearts capture well…
That has been flowing of poetic ambrosia meant for literary gods… Let’s dance together… Under the light lit in your eyes after our cloud 9 experience…simple and conflicted of our double negatives… Only to paint a poem into this dance floor… Created by the punctuation of our hormonal poems…
I’ll drink you…. I mean drink to you and our verbal bond… This is more than our simple shared Haiku… deeper Than a Shakespearean sonnet…let’s lock poetic lips only to spit the epitome of a lust poem….
This cannot be topped or redesigned to have more beauty. This cannot be anything less than planet hopping above the clouds experiencing. This cannot be anything less than a poetic resonance banging on our ear drums in a perfect melodic hum. This cannot be anything less than a gulped sip because I’m craving and my thirst is increasing. Our womanly moistures are flowing into alluring rivers between thighs. Isn’t this where you want to dine tonight? Skipping along musical notes skipping on lyrical asphalt skipping along loves central. Your exasperation fills my bosom and you are now home.
Home where I feel welcomed… embraced by the notes orchestrated by our lust’s orchestra… We dance… Right here right now with no band… No reason to leave the comfort of our imaginations foreplay… This home you’ve helped me create… I’m addicted to this poetic song… Never underestimating the fear that fills your bosoms soul.. Lets dance…
Lets two step to the drums of our circumstantial reality… Lets work to become parched from the movements our hips make.. Let’s dance… Let us wine to the sound of the rivers our lust makes… Let’s Skip to the notes created on the pavement of our sex… Let us dwell together…. Only to occupy space with opportunity… Doubt with our voices…Let me exasperate all chances of being yours…. Your home… Your song… Your favorite dance…
Lyrically dance with me… I promise to sweep you off your feet only to keep you high… Drinking only from your ambrosia, singing only to your tune… Pleasing you beyond pleasure… Redefining all lines… Dance with me…
Right here.. Right now.. Because tomorrow… I don’t want to dance alone
Sent from my iPad
Dance right here right now to this song…
You’ve had your lyrical foreplay so let’s Engage into this band, no rock, no wedding, no proposal but become branded together… Feather light you life my spirits with ease
Skip to my Lu and my seduction
Only to seduce with simple Song stanzas…It’s funny how our harmony aims to please… If you let me go low I’ll promise you can go high… I mean take the high parts of this simple, long lasted melody… I’ve practiced my parts hoping to be apart of your solo… Making us a duet….
We don’t need an occasion to be great together..
I’ve sampled some simple haiku moments of what became the most beautiful and complex verbalism…
Be my herb baby and take me to that high. You can stay down low you can turn me over you can lift me upper but I promise with punctual touches I’m sure to scream for you
Lip locking under poorly lit chandeliers glistening to pretty rocks and cubics. I want you to get into me below my pubic line and find your way through my pleasure. The hearts capture well…
That has been flowing of poetic ambrosia meant for literary gods… Let’s dance together… Under the light lit in your eyes after our cloud 9 experience…simple and conflicted of our double negatives… Only to paint a poem into this dance floor… Created by the punctuation of our hormonal poems…
I’ll drink you…. I mean drink to you and our verbal bond… This is more than our simple shared Haiku… deeper Than a Shakespearean sonnet…let’s lock poetic lips only to spit the epitome of a lust poem….
This cannot be topped or redesigned to have more beauty. This cannot be anything less than planet hopping above the clouds experiencing. This cannot be anything less than a poetic resonance banging on our ear drums in a perfect melodic hum. This cannot be anything less than a gulped sip because I’m craving and my thirst is increasing. Our womanly moistures are flowing into alluring rivers between thighs. Isn’t this where you want to dine tonight? Skipping along musical notes skipping on lyrical asphalt skipping along loves central. Your exasperation fills my bosom and you are now home.
Home where I feel welcomed… embraced by the notes orchestrated by our lust’s orchestra… We dance… Right here right now with no band… No reason to leave the comfort of our imaginations foreplay… This home you’ve helped me create… I’m addicted to this poetic song… Never underestimating the fear that fills your bosoms soul.. Lets dance…
Lets two step to the drums of our circumstantial reality… Lets work to become parched from the movements our hips make.. Let’s dance… Let us wine to the sound of the rivers our lust makes… Let’s Skip to the notes created on the pavement of our sex… Let us dwell together…. Only to occupy space with opportunity… Doubt with our voices…Let me exasperate all chances of being yours…. Your home… Your song… Your favorite dance…
Lyrically dance with me… I promise to sweep you off your feet only to keep you high… Drinking only from your ambrosia, singing only to your tune… Pleasing you beyond pleasure… Redefining all lines… Dance with me…
Right here.. Right now.. Because tomorrow… I don’t want to dance alone
Sent from my iPad
NEVER TO BE BROKEN...; FOR A FRIEND
Hurricane winds are attacking my panes… My panes were my shields but now the pain has shattered those windows… Right through me knives were stabbed resulting from the badgered emotions I’m beginning to forget how to hide…
When did he care?
A life of mine a life of yours… A life of Gods love yet our loves become vacant… Nothing resides here except the brilliance from our creations smiles… I want to be healed so I kneel and pray (excuse me Father for my sins. I ask for forgiveness, healing, and guidance. You are my savior o Lord). Selfishness blinds it flipping blinds and it’s blinded you from ever opening your eyes… Their gorilla glued sealed resistant… Those resistant fuckers have left my jewelry sported love tarnished. Erased, rubbed out, scribbled over, whited out…everything we scripted removed and now a mere remnant… In fact, I don’t think I can remember.
I think I used to brag about us… Once upon a time I just wanted to love you baby now I don’t love you baby I only love our baby…. I have my corrective lens in so unlike you I can in fact fasten myself onto the impression of us once being annihilated
How can I trust you … With me? The times have been worn out like my endless breath… I breathed every element trying to fix… Trying to fix what you let… You said you would never falter in your stance. A mans man would never let his woman, that of his own rib, swim through shark snapping hurt filled waters with no protective gear. For I let it all rest bare in your palms… Coconuts shaken from palm trees falls leaves all fallen… I’ve been left bare… All I can do is protect myself from unnecessary exposure. Milked and barren hopelessly clinging to BeenieMan songs… “memories don’t live like people do…!!!!”
The accusations of me Creeping in attending creeped inns… All this false shit
You’re a liar a cheater a deceiver heart breaker… Forget the rest I’m just broken. Still I’m a woman of strength. I’m strong. I’m poised. I’m blessed. I have something left. And all I have left weight lifted… I’m raising the bar… Giving it another push… Flexing my muscle… My heart is my strongest muscle and that born within my flesh from my flesh I know his innocence is still fresh and I’m above… Sweetly un-bitter
Leaving bittersweet moments I’m …….. Prayed up and certain.
Building against these hurricanes storms… Their power is no match for my battery back up. For He, God, my battery back up has my back, and now I get back up!
PERSONALLY
Where is my creativity? Where is my strength of will? When will I stop worrying about everyone’s feelings around me? When will I stop being perfect for everyone and just be perfect for me? Seems the entire world wants to experience the most exquisite flavor and I’m all out of sample spoons. My unique ice cream shop is closed.
My shoulders have worn heavy. I’ve made these silent decisions to stop giving a fuck; still I do. It’s not in my nature to pretend to be cold hearted, but it’s insane because I can script some fiction that will make you think I had lived those events. I just want to live my events. Get rid of some much needed baggage and travel light.
What is that smell? This lingering stench twisting up my nostrils, flagrant fouling my sense of smell… Invading my sweet aroma scented percepted moments. I’ve overly sprayed my purchased scents still money can’t buy you peace, it can only take you to supposed peaceful places.
Enslaved to my care.
An imagination that creates perfect pictures but can’t create my own Kodak moments… Draining out the energizer bunny for my deliverance. I need my own and to escape from being owned by my emotions trapping me in misplaced guilt.
Guilty for gearing up towards my own happiness.
Different desires with no one fitting to meet all … Settling for partial payment would make my world a credit bureau, in which I’m not certified
My possessive jealousy takes long subconscious walks w/ me mentally holding hands w/ my humane property; treasured of course. To kill a mockingbird was a treasured piece of literature I’m trying to treasure my inner literature; beautifully scripted novels pieces missing chapters and torn pages… Discombobulated prologues and coffee spilled on pages… My inner literature is beautifully scripted & I just need to get deeply in touch with moi
I’ve made some changes… More than some lady holding self taught mental workshops I’ve made some changes. Not only have I changed the wallpaper on my phone, I added some color to my cubicle walls, I’ve changed out the pictures I hang on my mirror, I’ve adjusted the volume on my iPod, I’ve swapped out smart covers for my iPad, I’ve even taken Dr. pepper out of my diet… I mean dammit I’ve made some changes
Still I cannot change that which may save me the most grief…. In grievance you get a set amount of time before you’re expected back to place of employment… I’m expected back to employ my altering smile over time lines, text messages, FaceTime, and chats; still I’m not getting paid my much deserved over time and employment isn’t supplementing my needs, so is this grievance time really worth it? What else do I change? The font of my voice?
I’ve given enough. Failing to turn my hands over and receive. I just need me… I need me to be happy.
SOME FRUIT
February 6, 2011
Apples to apples
Intellect turned sexy
Sexy turned lust
Love from it all
Double minted flavor runs trains of pleasure across my clitoris from each of your heavenly hinted kisses appropriately placed…
Your capabilities personified; your options eliminated; your potential magnified; your creativity maximized
Eyelashes tickling where noses and tongues travel
Assumptions are minor; sleeping indoors between you
I’m assuming my loving is far from minor and indoors I can’t wait to escape to be within your realm of solitude… Beads of sweat trickle on a steady cruise bailing out between your forehead and brows… The stillness in our sexual adventures intensifying and breathing a new life into the endless thirst for each others lovely lust
Oxymoron you may think we are
I attest that opposites do attract and we can feed off that and attract our opposing fight to enjoy each other and commence… We are fantastic artists here intertwined with each other
Apples to apples
Intellect turned sexy
Sexy turned lust
Love from it all
Double minted flavor runs trains of pleasure across my clitoris from each of your heavenly hinted kisses appropriately placed…
Your capabilities personified; your options eliminated; your potential magnified; your creativity maximized
Eyelashes tickling where noses and tongues travel
Assumptions are minor; sleeping indoors between you
I’m assuming my loving is far from minor and indoors I can’t wait to escape to be within your realm of solitude… Beads of sweat trickle on a steady cruise bailing out between your forehead and brows… The stillness in our sexual adventures intensifying and breathing a new life into the endless thirst for each others lovely lust
Oxymoron you may think we are
I attest that opposites do attract and we can feed off that and attract our opposing fight to enjoy each other and commence… We are fantastic artists here intertwined with each other
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Venting
Dwelling... Re enrages me
Not dwelling still doesn't disengage me either
Continuously two chapters and a few pages short of ever being on the same page
To catch up I'd need to paint a broken fairy tale of lies to entertain and distract you from the non fiction plot
I can in-considerately steer you away, but the shoes will never be the same size to be cross worn
Others vision tainted By the same mislead "ideal" thief... But that which you don't know can make you falsely believe; sort of like religion
You religiously fuck with the peace I've pinpointed--miraculously at times even-- because still the feet of my chairs are wobbly, but I blame myself for getting distracted by the comfort of knowing just how to lean into my timed seat; perhaps the day will come when the legs completely give out and below me...I'll be joined below inside your sea of burnt edged maps & routeless GPS paths
I'm venting
2:18 and I'm disco dancing with the notions to awaken partially ajar doorways that I haven't fully addressed... Mostly because I keep putting the wrong postage on these envelopes...
HERE !!!! Let me gather up some spare change of lies and mail off these fuck you letters because maybe then... Maybe then you can blatantly read around the continuous circles of bullshit you have configured; no, no amusement park rides
In fact, I don't like to ride (take it as you please) because I like mine straight up. I like to indulge straight up... Calmly and aggressively giving mine to you straight up; but how can you remember when positions outweighed sensation; you positioned yourself as the perfect partner bartering with many naives trying to regain that once in a lifetime reoccurring sensation with the only authenticity you've known... Holding onto many naives and multiplying complications adding on additional poor lying skills... It endlessly goes on
Downhill it went after endless petty crapped out engagements turned sour
Did you turn on the shower... You said yes and the empty dry tub said no
Did you take the trash out... You said yes and the stench from yesterdays collection remained in the still stale air
Did you sleep with... Hey, but that's irrelevant... Correct?
Patterns... Too many patterns can easily be tacky so consider your attire officially played out and truly distasteful
Distasteful... You know how it is when your tongue doesn't agree with your meal. I tried to snack on possibility, but now I need gratifying substance so I have to gracefully deny your distasteful crumbs
Your patterns of inconsiderate displeasures and roaming travelled lies are all tacky and distasteful so the next time you have the audacity to paint crooked Mona Lisa's of me underneath those city school buses, collecting dirt, grime, and debris... The next time you consider throwing me under the bus make sure you tastefully cover your tracks and STOP SLIPPING
I didn't ask
I didn't inquire
I didn't expect
I didn't
But I did notate Sir Falsehoods activities on mental tablet pads swiping across endless screens... When does it end?
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Your unclean, lifeless, dry, insincere apologies are as befitting to be deemed irrelevant; a mere miss at setting a pick; distraction curved
I'm venting
In closing
With all this venting I need to clean and replace my air filters
My lungs love and appreciate freshness
With or without you I will have my downy scented Kodak moments.
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