Monday, April 23, 2012

...untitled...

I think I'm ready to express myself; not just my game face... A little foul play has conjured up some emotional race ways... Headphones knocking rhythm into my thoughts... Still my tears trickle to their own beat

Torn

Ripped out weeds dangling
Might as well rip this sheet in half now

The foulest play. Baby I am the foulest to play. I have been the foulest played and today I want to take all play away. As the foulest fouled I don't want to play and add injury after the foul; that's flagrant

My surest thing... My sweetest secret vixen.

Unfortunates... The unfortunates of our condemned mis matched play being each others perfect puzzle piece... Piecing together some semi-permanence

Shit I don't even think I can let anyone read this

We traded places... You comfortably and confidently traded places topping me like this ass had been yours our entire lives... I exploded in your palm sharing our souls images of the perfect isolation. Isolated on falsetto harmonies with all realness

No lines to be read in between... Nothing to clear the forecast of... My most difficult expression is my non-fiction...

Torn between posts... I've shared you in all my blogs and poetry
You're the shit, everything, and more, and then some

I've exploded my most sacred... I have exploded into you... Installing my identity into your grasp... No tight screws... The perfect chemical potion... Every element working perfectly together

Newly in too deep... Anchoring on your shore... Welcomed to your home base... Slam dunking in your paint...early morning all day everything. A stare multiplied into sessions

I love you... Now I'm choking. The words are choked up with my tears balled up... I love you... I cry... Balling internally.... Drowning my insides ... I... Love... I'm torn

There is no simplicity

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Switching focus
Resisting... That we need to talk notion... It had been hovering but never welcomed... Never allowed... Those words were trespassing on our momentary forever peace

Deepest sacrifices... Exchanging favorite colors falling in love with their shades never noticing the switch... We switched. Roles never expected to be played. We switched hiding the milk and cheese in these cat and mouse games. Still no games existed. True friendship without any foul play. We switched on the light to further determine this wasn't a dream

I dried you off, applying towels to your skin and cheek from tears haunted from your past. I undressed you... My eyes tunneling beneath your attire & my anticipation growing to devour my desire... Removing every layer of stress build up... I undressed you... And then I dried you off... Removing all moisture from your dampened lips... I dried you off ... Removing me from your favorite playlist... I've dried you off.
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Choking up on "I love you"
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The foulest play. Baby I am the foulest to play. I have been the foulest played and today I want to take all play away. As the foulest fouled I don't want to play and add injury after the foul; that's flagrant

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Pussy Hungry 4/15/12

Pussy hungry... I'm talking three way coursing on juicy lips. Juicy lips juicing my lips while my tongue creates shudders in your body. I'm pussy hungry. Caprisun flavored renditions of your moisture... Sip sip sip... I'm getting all in this

I woke up from a dream where the fattest lips took over my face. Straddling while scraping the walls for dear mercy. Back and forth and back and forth... I'll slip two in you get lost in whirl winds of this pleasure... I devour ass too baby

Jello legs baby you were jello in my hands... Putty as you creamed. From clear to white I suckled on all your remains... I'm pussy hungry

Yum... Mmmmmm... Damn!

In heat in season only in heat for this fucking season... Episodes after episodes of our sex stories brought to life. I haven't said much except I want to fuck but this passion this pussy feast I'm having I'm devouring generations of yearn you've been craving... I'm starving baby so feed me because dammit I'm pussy hungry.

I want you to quiver I want you to shake I want you to scrape, scream, gleam with sweat, run from me, submit to me, wrap your legs around me (but I need some air), tell my neighbors I'm yours, throw it back on me, lift your leg to your chest for me, savage my sheets for me, grab some hair to slow me, cum inside my choke hold... Thrive off me being pussy hungry.

Sentenced to your loves love... Your little lady is growing all up on my tongue. Painting only mature frames of the best sexy faces as I'm gazing into your soul I'm mentally taping you into my memories because I plan to have you over and over and over again. Pussy hungry for this fine ass FEAST!!!!!

Daddy eat me. Baby please me. Fuck it Deniele it's yours!!!

Ok... Well now you eat me. Observe the small of my back while you tap that if you can make me tap out I'll eventually resume in blowing not your back out... Then again I'm not opposed. There's no role to be played here but my pussy hungry ways wants to play here and stay here until you feel I'm engraved here after tongue strokes of power & passion... Flashing endless means of devoted sentiment between your legs. Ass against my face all into your love caves spaces. Clean shaved and clean taste I'll forever welcome you even if partially nude nibbles through your panties...no panties I'll nibble directly on your lady; each body part soaked in attention I'm attentive to your needs and wants. I've wanted you for breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, and all types of desserts. Keep feeding me baby. I'm no pro, but your pro and the only role to fulfill is being pussy satisfied.

Boom!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Empty

Empty
the glass forgot to be half full
Or maybe I drank away the remnants I can't recall
Recollection evaded
Squinting and still not seeing enough
I'm empty

Tables full of the finest homemade cuisine
Endless beauties gracefully belly dancing outside of my dreams
My reality being pumped Reebok cool and still there's a vacancy

Destitute moments filled with exquisite Polaroid and Kodak instances
Pictures of 1000 words secured right before me
No misses No mister No infant can replace what I infact can't pinpoint

Empty without being null and void
Homeless to my own nature
Destitute lands
Frozen veins
Congested tunnels
Stricken air ways

Empty with a shield before the door
Choosing to be alone but so lonely within
These darkened dimensions are full with me
Now I need to become full off me

Self love fills the empty.