Written with Fatima::
Distant. I'm in a distant wind. Lies hovered for broken protection. The UV light of truth still broke through. The winds brought me to distant lands of vacancy. Alone in thought of falsehood
Retracing the thoughts that brought me here. I use to be floating in truths wind and now I've fallen in a place I haven't mapped out. It's distant from my norm. In between where I was and where I wanted to be.
Google Latitude couldn't track me. Apples Friends cannot locate me. A compass would spin endlessly. The governments finest technology will stamp my new emptiness as destitute land. I'm neither here nor there from the lying pathways ive been led through
Focused on an implausible destination.I've wandered through truths untold. "Locate me" has no idea I've trampled through uncharted lands. Satellites can't spot the lies I've been told causing me to travel to this distant place.
My finger tips are wrapping around truth I once knew. Only if you knew. This recurring broadway play we danced on scripted lines of lies.
I'm becoming lost in the poetic surrounding our lies have conjured up. No Tony can award the distance we've created. I'm out here in a world scribed by liars, produced by the inconsiderate, and acted by the weak hearted. I'm drifting in an unfamiliar place. Im Wandering...
I wandered into me. A reflective moment so deep I got lost in the seeping pain there before me. I needed that. Freeing myself would be no walk in the park and a marathon run I then prepared for. Miles on miles I'm escaping the falsehood into truth hoods disguising myself as little blue riding hood. A rainbow stood in the skies proud and boastful I see her
The me with out the lies. Scattered thunderstorm hunt the abyss your non truth sent me. I'm proud to run in the me I always hoped you'd see. The me without the need of your falsehoods. Yes the lack of your honest love blew me into the distant, but here I am. No longer under the hoods of your whit. GPS couldn't find me but God always knew how to get me back to loves truth. Unfortunately that equates to me without you.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Paris!!
(written with Shawna)
Paris, you have not treated me well. Directing my mind with the images of love as great as the eifel tower stretching your love laced threads along my heart swaying me with music of a tongue my mind does not dare comprehend. Yet je te comprendes. I respond to your melodious banter; falling in the seas of your translucent waves. Oh Paris what have you done to me; offsetting my conscience with these canvases of art that only my eyes display. Why have you painted this picture of impure Mona lisas; half smiling with pain of the love that you have captured...I need to go home but you hold tightly my passport to the journey back to life without you....
This journey I've anxiously awaited while procrastinating so that I can continue to be a silly in love fool on every floor of history. Hidden in no escape. Exposed down to my hemoglobin. I mean Paris... You could've warned me then again where is the excitement in that adventure... I've ventured away to meet you here and although surrounded by billions of remakes and beauties; still, Paris still I'm faced with vacancy. Was our formal dance not perfect in our floral matched attire. The finest rose pedals adored by our audience. Was our dance not a forever moment to be replayed?
Replayed repetitions floating through the sound waves of time. I concur that Ive yearned for this type of love; forbidden pleasures hiding behind open affection but I hide not my inception of dreams; transparent dreams that concoct my melting pot of raw ingredients that meticulously form the teramisu of...you...Paris, you have betrayed the hands of time; sending me back and forth like a pendulum of risks that are willing to take me. You take me to sunsetting skies, silver moon eyes and for once in a lifetime in your shadow I have lived twice...no million of times in the second of you...ill skip to my Lou to the whispers you create through the cracks you seep through to get to my concrete roses....
Concrete roses can be picked too. Still beautifully laid out for the finest of decorations. Are the worlds most gorgeous statues not concrete? I've philosophized my days with you and selfishly held onto your passport while running to the same train to whisk our worlds out of range. We were meant to vacate; yet again I've vacated the premises without command leaving you in foreign land. I am Paris... The long discussed
Let's halt our discussion I heard the percussion bands signaling our end yet this isn't a Titanic devastation. However I'll swim to unforeseen lands to reconcile everything I've injured.
Yes in some ways you have left me to lick my wounds the scratches I've obtained for falling so hard I missed the flight. You left me there holding the carry on filled with disposition of what this foreign love will be. Shall we be branded? Or will we create our own ending? Our own folk tale the commoners shall recite 1000 years after we have exited time. Yet you stay timeless in my hour glass; indestructible as the seven great wonders that have brought me to you....will you lay on my pillowed thoughts? Be comforted by the notion that I am soley yours? You have stripped me out of existence and implanted me in your dream I will not dare wake up from. Let me frame your skin with fragranced prayers kneeling in reverence to godly perfection. Can I just run my fingers along your insides? Creating shutters as boisterous as volcanic eruptions which erupt in my palms...I will take you...
Am I not Paris? Inside we shall visit and revisit every tourist and local spot loved and adored by many for forever to come you'll cum with me in this foreign land. I know I caught that train but here... Here I am returned to recover and resculpt and grab your hand to escape with me. I've only left to renew our passports for our next journey... Healing
"ALL ABOARD"... The only stop left is Paradise; you
The End!!!
Paris, you have not treated me well. Directing my mind with the images of love as great as the eifel tower stretching your love laced threads along my heart swaying me with music of a tongue my mind does not dare comprehend. Yet je te comprendes. I respond to your melodious banter; falling in the seas of your translucent waves. Oh Paris what have you done to me; offsetting my conscience with these canvases of art that only my eyes display. Why have you painted this picture of impure Mona lisas; half smiling with pain of the love that you have captured...I need to go home but you hold tightly my passport to the journey back to life without you....
This journey I've anxiously awaited while procrastinating so that I can continue to be a silly in love fool on every floor of history. Hidden in no escape. Exposed down to my hemoglobin. I mean Paris... You could've warned me then again where is the excitement in that adventure... I've ventured away to meet you here and although surrounded by billions of remakes and beauties; still, Paris still I'm faced with vacancy. Was our formal dance not perfect in our floral matched attire. The finest rose pedals adored by our audience. Was our dance not a forever moment to be replayed?
Replayed repetitions floating through the sound waves of time. I concur that Ive yearned for this type of love; forbidden pleasures hiding behind open affection but I hide not my inception of dreams; transparent dreams that concoct my melting pot of raw ingredients that meticulously form the teramisu of...you...Paris, you have betrayed the hands of time; sending me back and forth like a pendulum of risks that are willing to take me. You take me to sunsetting skies, silver moon eyes and for once in a lifetime in your shadow I have lived twice...no million of times in the second of you...ill skip to my Lou to the whispers you create through the cracks you seep through to get to my concrete roses....
Concrete roses can be picked too. Still beautifully laid out for the finest of decorations. Are the worlds most gorgeous statues not concrete? I've philosophized my days with you and selfishly held onto your passport while running to the same train to whisk our worlds out of range. We were meant to vacate; yet again I've vacated the premises without command leaving you in foreign land. I am Paris... The long discussed
Let's halt our discussion I heard the percussion bands signaling our end yet this isn't a Titanic devastation. However I'll swim to unforeseen lands to reconcile everything I've injured.
Yes in some ways you have left me to lick my wounds the scratches I've obtained for falling so hard I missed the flight. You left me there holding the carry on filled with disposition of what this foreign love will be. Shall we be branded? Or will we create our own ending? Our own folk tale the commoners shall recite 1000 years after we have exited time. Yet you stay timeless in my hour glass; indestructible as the seven great wonders that have brought me to you....will you lay on my pillowed thoughts? Be comforted by the notion that I am soley yours? You have stripped me out of existence and implanted me in your dream I will not dare wake up from. Let me frame your skin with fragranced prayers kneeling in reverence to godly perfection. Can I just run my fingers along your insides? Creating shutters as boisterous as volcanic eruptions which erupt in my palms...I will take you...
Am I not Paris? Inside we shall visit and revisit every tourist and local spot loved and adored by many for forever to come you'll cum with me in this foreign land. I know I caught that train but here... Here I am returned to recover and resculpt and grab your hand to escape with me. I've only left to renew our passports for our next journey... Healing
"ALL ABOARD"... The only stop left is Paradise; you
The End!!!
Rejection
It wasn't special and shorties just want to feel special. No sparks just a simple blush then I rushed off into what appears to be excited road rages. Letting those road ways take me far away I knew the news would get out but it wasn't special. I mean... Eh
Pussy comes and goes and i only see pussy with her. No romantic seas and evenings for one or three she's too petite and couldn't handle me truly handling her young and insecure and mistakenly taken by others as a flawless beauty I didn't need the body so I peaced out
It wasn't special and I wasn't tripping
Now all women can be flawless and I recognize the beauty here, but i wasn't tripping. i'm not even sure if sex would've altered... never mind that only musters up complications
My friends giggle and i don't mean to injure any pride but at 25 I've had my share and I haven't been on the search or prowl but one day will settle for nothin less than someone to share everything with.
Plus I won't be her body
A lot of complications and relations would make us like a blog of jumbled gizmos and gadgets; I'm not here to piece together broken worlds nor be got by any gay nurturing their way still unsure of just the right type... taking any type, like a punch of a QWERTY, as her type... shorty have you even yet learned to type?
the keys are punched... i break out of this daze
here i go again over analyzing someone else's situation as my own; but how else can i give advice...
shit i advise to dip, don't hit, but most definitely quit it even if she feels like she quit you
Make it a special rejection
Pussy comes and goes and i only see pussy with her. No romantic seas and evenings for one or three she's too petite and couldn't handle me truly handling her young and insecure and mistakenly taken by others as a flawless beauty I didn't need the body so I peaced out
It wasn't special and I wasn't tripping
Now all women can be flawless and I recognize the beauty here, but i wasn't tripping. i'm not even sure if sex would've altered... never mind that only musters up complications
My friends giggle and i don't mean to injure any pride but at 25 I've had my share and I haven't been on the search or prowl but one day will settle for nothin less than someone to share everything with.
Plus I won't be her body
A lot of complications and relations would make us like a blog of jumbled gizmos and gadgets; I'm not here to piece together broken worlds nor be got by any gay nurturing their way still unsure of just the right type... taking any type, like a punch of a QWERTY, as her type... shorty have you even yet learned to type?
the keys are punched... i break out of this daze
here i go again over analyzing someone else's situation as my own; but how else can i give advice...
shit i advise to dip, don't hit, but most definitely quit it even if she feels like she quit you
Make it a special rejection
Essence
Let me have you. Let me give it you. I'm all talk because I plan to talk all over that pussy.... Tongues running conversations between your lips... Suckling your essence
Suckling your essence
Sweet touched. Sweet fucking. Sweet yearning. Sweet cumming
I'll let you lead... No intimidation. Give it to me
I'm humbled to break your comfort zone
Tonight we'll be in awe together
Recreating poetry
This is all you
All your words are here
Creative never lacking lip smacking and My lioness... Out your cage baring teeth for a most fit meal
I'm your premise and you're mine
You're in heat... Well let's get sweaty... Lemme heat up all your sweets and have you melt all in my mouth... Your essence... Suckling your essence
Where do I begin on you?
Your mango is perfectly ripe and my teeth are ready to sink in to your flavorful juices. Sweet and sweeter never sweet and sour. I see past all the advances from various female sources right into your essence. I wanna jar you all up and savor you everyday for later dates and this date to have my tongue branded between those thighs? i'm inhaling, swallowing, swimming in, bathing in... your essence...
Is essence your name?
Suckling your essence
Sweet touched. Sweet fucking. Sweet yearning. Sweet cumming
I'll let you lead... No intimidation. Give it to me
I'm humbled to break your comfort zone
Tonight we'll be in awe together
Recreating poetry
This is all you
All your words are here
Creative never lacking lip smacking and My lioness... Out your cage baring teeth for a most fit meal
I'm your premise and you're mine
You're in heat... Well let's get sweaty... Lemme heat up all your sweets and have you melt all in my mouth... Your essence... Suckling your essence
Where do I begin on you?
Your mango is perfectly ripe and my teeth are ready to sink in to your flavorful juices. Sweet and sweeter never sweet and sour. I see past all the advances from various female sources right into your essence. I wanna jar you all up and savor you everyday for later dates and this date to have my tongue branded between those thighs? i'm inhaling, swallowing, swimming in, bathing in... your essence...
Is essence your name?
Monday, May 7, 2012
EGO...
written by me & Fatima::
Receiving Egotistical Becky I'm accustomed to shadows trying to become my reflection. Never really getting a chance to get off their knees to look me in the eyes. My body has a language that many can't decipher.
I'm not interested in my confidence retaining knowledge. School loans and stale college classrooms have defined that aspect. I desire more than perception based head. I want my reality to be caught and swallowed.
I'm tired of shallow Becky!!!
I mean my egos dick must be so damn large for all these fake individuals grouping together to verbally slob my knob. My knob is dripping. I mean my ego has been around, shown some faces, some high card spades, and let em forget I hold the jokers and the wild cards.
Shallow Becky gotta chill... I mean since we're being blunt and up front if you're gonna give me that incredible FaceTime I need incredible FaceTime. Add some substance while you're down there suckling along my shaft deciphering rumors on my opening. Open up your mind
Catching euphoric glimpses of character. Instead of stroking my confidence and tea bagging social media led stories, slide your fingers into the depths of who I am. Seduce my Timeline with more than sexual lines you hear all the time.
Stop 69ing the idea of me. I fucked more than one persons mentality.
Received Face on Skype only NOT to be captured correctly. My confident seems to be my best side. But who am I is truly my best side. I'm tired of getting possibility based head. Don't just suck my egos dick ride it.
still my ego is being FaceTimed and i have yet to accept the incoming request. you might see my ego and think "damn she must be packing the way her bowlegged, perfectly curved, open legged mind gets to chatting; i wonder if she has all the hoes speaking in pig latin..."
pig latin... yeah i recreate languages and mis match tones when you yell for me, but this is beyond my lesbianism. while your sitting there scoping we can be holding some in depth convo... if you need me to slow down and keep it simple lets mingle and explore those notions. peep how me and my egos dick might be quite large, but in fact my confidence comes with great cause
Seducing more than a woman's hormonal imbalance and recreating stanzas of poetic beauty for her to fall in love with.... Me and my ego's dick are more than a mere stance. More than a stride across your wet dreams. I know how to stroke my own ego causing self pleasure in who I am.. I don't need community based Becky...
I've graduated from an Ivy League Caressing my ego for years causing women and men to speak languages stemmed from my confidences Latin. I'm not interested in borrowed misconceptions of my intellectual pleasures. I've mentally fucked many into being interested without even saying Hello. I'm no Beyonce and me and my ego have been ridden and sucked way before she had a Brooklyn knob to slob of her own.
Causing egos to "deserve" Becky instead of conversations
Lets lose the name reference... lemme stamp your library card as tradition once was... cite me in your reference page while you freely exercise your freedom of speech with me all in your mouth. Thats a hell of a gag reflex and your deep throat ability arouses me. Your jaw has to be tired so lets flip this right into us sixty nining each others curiosities. I need no one on my dick, nor slobbing my ego that long; i much prefer to acronym ego with you against my face and intellects expeditions. Peace
Receiving Egotistical Becky I'm accustomed to shadows trying to become my reflection. Never really getting a chance to get off their knees to look me in the eyes. My body has a language that many can't decipher.
I'm not interested in my confidence retaining knowledge. School loans and stale college classrooms have defined that aspect. I desire more than perception based head. I want my reality to be caught and swallowed.
I'm tired of shallow Becky!!!
I mean my egos dick must be so damn large for all these fake individuals grouping together to verbally slob my knob. My knob is dripping. I mean my ego has been around, shown some faces, some high card spades, and let em forget I hold the jokers and the wild cards.
Shallow Becky gotta chill... I mean since we're being blunt and up front if you're gonna give me that incredible FaceTime I need incredible FaceTime. Add some substance while you're down there suckling along my shaft deciphering rumors on my opening. Open up your mind
Catching euphoric glimpses of character. Instead of stroking my confidence and tea bagging social media led stories, slide your fingers into the depths of who I am. Seduce my Timeline with more than sexual lines you hear all the time.
Stop 69ing the idea of me. I fucked more than one persons mentality.
Received Face on Skype only NOT to be captured correctly. My confident seems to be my best side. But who am I is truly my best side. I'm tired of getting possibility based head. Don't just suck my egos dick ride it.
still my ego is being FaceTimed and i have yet to accept the incoming request. you might see my ego and think "damn she must be packing the way her bowlegged, perfectly curved, open legged mind gets to chatting; i wonder if she has all the hoes speaking in pig latin..."
pig latin... yeah i recreate languages and mis match tones when you yell for me, but this is beyond my lesbianism. while your sitting there scoping we can be holding some in depth convo... if you need me to slow down and keep it simple lets mingle and explore those notions. peep how me and my egos dick might be quite large, but in fact my confidence comes with great cause
Seducing more than a woman's hormonal imbalance and recreating stanzas of poetic beauty for her to fall in love with.... Me and my ego's dick are more than a mere stance. More than a stride across your wet dreams. I know how to stroke my own ego causing self pleasure in who I am.. I don't need community based Becky...
I've graduated from an Ivy League Caressing my ego for years causing women and men to speak languages stemmed from my confidences Latin. I'm not interested in borrowed misconceptions of my intellectual pleasures. I've mentally fucked many into being interested without even saying Hello. I'm no Beyonce and me and my ego have been ridden and sucked way before she had a Brooklyn knob to slob of her own.
Causing egos to "deserve" Becky instead of conversations
Lets lose the name reference... lemme stamp your library card as tradition once was... cite me in your reference page while you freely exercise your freedom of speech with me all in your mouth. Thats a hell of a gag reflex and your deep throat ability arouses me. Your jaw has to be tired so lets flip this right into us sixty nining each others curiosities. I need no one on my dick, nor slobbing my ego that long; i much prefer to acronym ego with you against my face and intellects expeditions. Peace
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Aries
my taste buds are tingling... my sweet and sour addiction... my toxic craving... my mastered personality match... my satisfier and intrigue... my unthinkable perfection... dammit aries we are no good for each other
stuck
i keep hop scotching backwards
from 8 all the way to 2
in limbo on the idea of us
i'm stuck
fucking reminiscing
you tasted and felt perfect
your lips caressed me with each kiss
my intense bittersweet potion
we are no good for each other
perfect matched
see aries its not that i dislike you i just cant fight the notion of wanting you
i've lost sleep and tried blinking you out of my visions memory
still, fucking still, i'm fucking you still
making love it seems our fucking has gotten so strong
i proudly wore you around... my favorite gear
my unsaid routine
working perfectly
tisk tisk tisk
get off my mind
still im pursuing you
you've topped my smooth operations
ive topped you
you've topped me
we've topped couches
mounted faces
savored tastes
sexed in all places
filled spaces with tongues and thumbs and grips
we've clipped each other into current events
collaged our evenings
dined and worn glistening smiles
families accepted
i mean the ease here needs no further definition
i could scribble and stutter and you'd know the end to all my sentences
toxic aries... can you not see why i must stay away?
stuck
i keep hop scotching backwards
from 8 all the way to 2
in limbo on the idea of us
i'm stuck
fucking reminiscing
you tasted and felt perfect
your lips caressed me with each kiss
my intense bittersweet potion
we are no good for each other
perfect matched
see aries its not that i dislike you i just cant fight the notion of wanting you
i've lost sleep and tried blinking you out of my visions memory
still, fucking still, i'm fucking you still
making love it seems our fucking has gotten so strong
i proudly wore you around... my favorite gear
my unsaid routine
working perfectly
tisk tisk tisk
get off my mind
still im pursuing you
you've topped my smooth operations
ive topped you
you've topped me
we've topped couches
mounted faces
savored tastes
sexed in all places
filled spaces with tongues and thumbs and grips
we've clipped each other into current events
collaged our evenings
dined and worn glistening smiles
families accepted
i mean the ease here needs no further definition
i could scribble and stutter and you'd know the end to all my sentences
toxic aries... can you not see why i must stay away?
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Tikah...
A lot of these skeptic critics are leaving me skeptically numb for their hypothesis show nothing educated just a complicated guess turned assumption.
You know love? Introduce her to me with mental and emotional lyrics so we can verbally slow dance her remedy.
Video vixening you in my mind... Painting your melodic curves all in my mind. We're dancing
Let's not over exhaust words here
Riddling with this and that... Diffusing scattered verbal syntheses
I just want to hold your hand and walk around engaged in each other. Boastfully but quietly expressing how interested we truly are. Museum focused. Observed down to the detail by those looking on. A forever portrait. A natural connection could be the title. Even with opposition we still map out beyond well.
On the real, you are the real to and for me.
No compass loving. I'm going in all directions wrapped up in our swirl of perfect love swings... Up up up... My mind is climbing heights of direction. Mental educated stories of highs... Engraving our biographies in pavements and skies.
I've video vixened you and I in my mind. The finest illustrators will be amazed with our genius paintings... Paintings illustrated without ink. Heroes and Sheroes with no roles. We are as is!
We are Mos Def dope together
We know love. Un-uttered words but uttered urge...urging to be accompanied by your choke... Holding me to my soul... Bringing on orgasmic deliverance. I'm exposing my desire for you here
Simple smiles. Simple greetings. Simple dimples. Simple observation
Simple nude
Simple advances... Advancing
Simple astonishment
Simply in tune
Crumbling in each other palms... Crumbling like melted soft coned chocolate ice cream treats...
No wicked games... Just wicked space keeping us physically separated... We kept exploring beyond textbooks... Only using dictionaries to enhance our vocabulary to speak love word schemes to one another... Barnes & Noble dates; these dates dated t1 d2
Ambitiously pursuing you. The real for me. Slipping into your grip I let it all out silently... You gazed at me seeing the perfect size and shape. I let you inhale and bury your face inside what must be a genies cave. Golds and furnishings too exquisite. d'oeuvres dishes... You dined
Still I'm crushing. Balancing out want and need. MA'AT!
You know love? Introduce her to me with mental and emotional lyrics so we can verbally slow dance her remedy.
Video vixening you in my mind... Painting your melodic curves all in my mind. We're dancing
Let's not over exhaust words here
Riddling with this and that... Diffusing scattered verbal syntheses
I just want to hold your hand and walk around engaged in each other. Boastfully but quietly expressing how interested we truly are. Museum focused. Observed down to the detail by those looking on. A forever portrait. A natural connection could be the title. Even with opposition we still map out beyond well.
On the real, you are the real to and for me.
No compass loving. I'm going in all directions wrapped up in our swirl of perfect love swings... Up up up... My mind is climbing heights of direction. Mental educated stories of highs... Engraving our biographies in pavements and skies.
I've video vixened you and I in my mind. The finest illustrators will be amazed with our genius paintings... Paintings illustrated without ink. Heroes and Sheroes with no roles. We are as is!
We are Mos Def dope together
We know love. Un-uttered words but uttered urge...urging to be accompanied by your choke... Holding me to my soul... Bringing on orgasmic deliverance. I'm exposing my desire for you here
Simple smiles. Simple greetings. Simple dimples. Simple observation
Simple nude
Simple advances... Advancing
Simple astonishment
Simply in tune
Crumbling in each other palms... Crumbling like melted soft coned chocolate ice cream treats...
No wicked games... Just wicked space keeping us physically separated... We kept exploring beyond textbooks... Only using dictionaries to enhance our vocabulary to speak love word schemes to one another... Barnes & Noble dates; these dates dated t1 d2
Ambitiously pursuing you. The real for me. Slipping into your grip I let it all out silently... You gazed at me seeing the perfect size and shape. I let you inhale and bury your face inside what must be a genies cave. Golds and furnishings too exquisite. d'oeuvres dishes... You dined
Still I'm crushing. Balancing out want and need. MA'AT!
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