FRUSTRATED

A doorway swings... This is not home
Doormats improperly placed... No welcome sign is accurate here
This is not home
Even the scent if off... A dog wouldn't travel back here
For even Gods creatures know this is not home

Courtesy calls dropped even with reception bars full
I'm losing all courtesy with my sanity and pretentious ways

My expired flaunted "smile" has been exhausted and replaced with the nomad traveling tear drops warming and drenching my face I've faced unconquerable times that have been conquered every time but my tongue is swollen from holding back from expressing my peace and its demise... I've flaunted this fake smile and I'm exhausted

I'm choked up on the boldness of disrespect... Oh what's its like to walk with daily discomfort... My receptionist left my heart... Even she was exhausted of false greetings and taking messages when I couldn't even stand to be here... My hearts receptionist was working for a ghost... A mere apparition... It's easier when I play the "can you see me now games?"

No tricky word play; for days I had been without word play... I cannot play here anymore there's a vacancy, a void, a dull numbing sensation, a fucking strong disdain... I hate to say it but I hate to live it and I cannot begin to express ... I cannot end my expression of only loving one thing in this place...

The peace... My peace.... She rests. I'm relinquishing...

Gone!

*wipes tear drop from iPad screen*

You never know the pain behind a smile. Being strong for the world sometimes means no one is available to lift the weight off your shoulders. Weighted down witnessing the selfishness of those surrendering their confessions without any intention of returning a lift in your spirit. God does not like ugly and a golden heart is difficult to find. Someone pass me the polish to shine my shit up.

Ending this piece for a third time.

Love & War:: Sweet Sex Treats

Peeling back memories... Repealing your ideas on not being able to be pleased. Barricading.. Walls crumbling in my palms... Shuttering knees.

Love and war... Sex so intimate you can taste the pleasure to come in each kiss...

War:
Sex so intense ... Aggressive and rough.... I love to hate you sex... Hating ferociously with the appetence of a starving beast

Bites simultaneously covering spots on you... Borderline too intense but you're going to take it

You're going to submit

You're going to try and dish it back but slip into ... slip into the hold of my lips---> submission

Names cried out

Skin dug into... Sweet honey tasty craved for kisses

On the bed; everywhere--- filthy and clean
I'll eat it filthy sex dancing all over the sink and massaging you into a love bath--- my tongue....

----------------------- love & war-------------------

Love:
Playlist set... Taking my time... The cruelest of teases
Magnum caramel packed ice cream bars sweet tasty sex treat
Emerging proof... A true glutton for luxurious gratification... All types of hash tags to be attached
Soft... Tugging at nipples with the softest intense nibbles
Rough thorough strokes through your hair... Pulling you right back
Mounted hips and waiting for ... This

You're sticking around for every moment of this!

Have you not squirmed in your seat in anticipation for this post work workout
Bath and body work scents satiate my nostrils
Pheromones abducting crazy cravings... Go on and smoke your mental cigarette as my lips pucker to smoke you out of your desolate hole...
Wining and dining your every inclination here... I've heard every story told with each name cry
Cry my name... Go ahead and falsetto your expression...
!!! Cry my name out!!!
I'll kiss your breath right back into you
Mood ring color changing inexplicable mortal loving

Feet kissed... Tongue figure skating up your leg ...
Perfect complicated twists pulled off between thighs
Wax trickling... All candles lit minus this one... Trust me; you'll forever know and desire this pleasure
Red velvet releases for me to cavort in my mouth
Bottoms are never to be left out of the equation

Enough talk...


Sexually loving you... My sweet sex treat
Lets make love and war

Blu Ivy

I thought ivy was green...

(Isn't it?)
Well;

Hey blue beautiful curvy slim young beauty. Curves that deep even your clothing seeps into your hips as eyes seep into your outline.
Rough drafts of open doors, your fluttering eye lids, outlining the story of she. Your measurements I've measured with the amount of attraction. I'm bound to be pick pocketed letting my environment empty out around me. That's a killer focus.

The dance of musics spirit to match your Floridian complexion. Glances capturing moments .... Ms independent flashes her seductive grin

Humanitarian hearts say you're out to save me. Rescue the globe of my heart. 72% perfect of water. (Yeah it gets wet here.)
Passionate fashion seamstress seaming together the worlds biggest issues and the solutions to attack it all.

Intelligent energetic voyages into the mind of a queen who had queened every checkered piece. Blue ivy pieces on the board.... Boarding this hydro planing space craft to be outta this world with your definition out of my attempted explication.

My beginning remedies to provide poetic charm to your definition halt here

Part two later with rounds and rounds of two or three... Wait, that's another piece

xoxoxo

House Party Fly Girl

Written with Fatima and Deneer

Bamboo earrings and enough "born in the 80's" hip bounce my attention has been snagged... Bouncing with the beat. She is that Candy Rain... Heavy D pumping Rakim attitude fixated 80-90's baby. Hip hopping to each beat--- the bass in the drums came through my headphones as old school booty dances popped in skirts.

Fugeela... one loc hanging over her lids... Longing to taste the strawberry lip chap off those lips. I would strum her erogenous movements into a recorded story to share with the boys (studs femmes whatever)

Nah, I couldn't expose her so.

Punch lifted to her sip and her hair clips bounced on the ends of her twists. I started picturing us in the days to come in the sweetest twisted way.

Fireworks exploded behind her blueberry painted cheeks... My natural hair rocking fascination bopping and rocking before me... I could see me being the tissue to her runny nose days. Figuratively baby... ... ...

Standing real close Next to her so she knows that her ambrosia is teasing me. Fascinated by her exotic hips, dutty whining to the bass of the drums my pelvis’s heart makes. I’m R&B infatuated. Dup Step remixed this Bamboo earring wearing Queen who has me singing Jay Z I just want to love you

I mix my two step, with a snap and roll and move closer behind her. Whispering secretly I just want to know your name. My conscious answers beauty; It's etched in her silhouette. My swag on a hundred thousand million, I’m slow dancing to the idea of being incomplete without her

The beat alternates. Hips switched with the tunes switched my fav DJ I'm adoring... Falling into melodies... *sings* "I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind"

Rated R no album playing I've played with the momentum of Ms Elle Varner's refill: she's naturally rocking that even skin tone... queen?!?

House party sweating on the walls ... Motivation is reminding me to finally catch that dub...

I approach

She wanted 2 walk this way
I watched her talk this way
From the look it was no surprise
she was that kid who wanted 2 play
that bass which never missed a beat
griping her jukebox like LL in the early 80s
VCR pushing rewind
throw up the peace sign, while she indulges in white lines
or white cakes the face from Eminem's blue and yellow purple pills
give thrills to our minds sake
the octave hits high notes by those acoustic strings
the night shall never end while the fiesta just begins
Merry go round until we pass out
the last thing we need is to wish upon a star
intoxicated off her beat erotically creating mozart symphonies
mix the track master, the beat; shes my hip hop dressed in black

My Conscious bumping to Ego, scratched with Conceited, I’m walking with a limp to this shawty whose currently just a chic
She doesn’t know she’s my potential wifey
I’m not leaving until she falls in love with how I say Hello
This butter pecan queen.. Age is just a number
I’ve already written a 16 stanza and four page letter
I took a deep breath,
Ensured my conscious this was the moment we were going to step in the name of Love with a human formed Aphrodite
I was addicted to her dimple, eased by her smile, intoxicated by her aroma
Her Goodies weren’t the first thing I was interested in
I just wanted to know her name

Oh shit! She's leaving
*bolts out of house party*
Uttering in a half yell "excuse me miss... We never got to dance"

Summer Honey... Evenly sweet

June 11
When the sweetest gestures ache...

June13
the massacre... I need you to subtweet your own conscience ms perfect. how your own flaws are vacationing on the brims of disbeliefs shelter

Remembering those days because below on May 30th I was happy with the idea of you. now below the intent was never to describe moments with you, but in some cases the words fit

May 30
Summer nights &; summer rides. Bass on, playlists on groove... Just me & you adds that simple missing perfection

mega perfection. Mega man powers together. Infinite g shock moments. Time isn't holding us we're molding it. Kodak said we gotta chill...

I'm your allergy pill
Your closet when you need an outfit
I'm your butter biscuit
Your hot chocolate when you need to be warmed
Your coffee when you need to be awakened
Your comforter when you need me

Summer Honey... Evenly Sweet

your documentary unpaused
your lens for your four eyes
your could've been but my plate hadn't been eaten and you were gone by the time i stopped playing with my food

Summer honey... We were evenly sweet. The half and half to each's coffee. The poet to each others thoughts. The better friends than lovers. The end before the summer.

Reneging on complacent

Complacency... I could never find resolution in a insecure settlement. Diving in head first I rose and seduced you right back below painting you with my tongue across every single piece of you. Complacent... Can't be.

(Pardon my jumbled focus)

Collectors item artwork

There is so much more of you to explore; my erudition on how to apply myself here all magnified with pertinent focuses into your world

We secure loved and explored

Exploring vacation retreats in the eyes of mother natures almost perfect creation. Beautiful trees, green brown red yellow leaves... Crayola diversity ... Flowers with aromas of solitude... All of this in your eyes

(kiss me here)

I robbed myself being complacent in a comfortable poets world. I had chosen the easy way out instead of inching into your difficulty. Cheating on my exams; only these answers weren't written inside of flip top desks. No number two pencil days to fix my previous mistakes. I noticed that I could explore without diving in head first; an art mastered. Painting beautiful days in my mind... collectors item artwork... My mind is the never ending quotations never to be quoted

I couldn't write up an accurate quote on you. The finest accountants will wear puzzled facial positions at the attempt.

*harmonizes aloud*

Spending too much time alone...

I galloped along roadways without my fit horse; a donkey. The ass is me. Settling for previous relationships without being in the know.

Phone calls ended without any emotion lost; growth. Forever into the 20+ never aging queen.

Building pyramid structures... Beginning at the bottom... (An entrance to "the more".) Building our firm structure with a foundation of forever... Brick by brick cemented into promise. *brick 1-brick 2- brick brick brick* hieroglyphics of our story into each brick

I evacuated and convinced myself never to be complacent again

Plans to Turn you around, smash, & never pass. My only opportunity;... My only priority. Sporting bite marks & love scratches; counting sex wounds like dominatrix African American lesbian lovers do

Wounding the pride of bystanders trying to enter in. Two way love street; not 3--- we are our own perfect threesome.
Love
Promise
Focus

*our palms join heading towards the exit*

Evacuations.

I thought...
"Let my grip be the support for her throat. Gripping appropriately"

"Evacuations....Let my grip be the support for her throat. Gripping appropriately.
Let her appreciation evacuate her body into my reception. Receiving all of her hungrily. Exercising my grip and devouring."

Devouring "she" right inside of need while teasing her want...

Celebrating our theme... Never to be complacent again

Revisiting... It's been a while

A slump. It shall too pass. I passed on expressing my unhappy closeness. Closely tugging at my heart. Even my lungs are heavy. Empty of depression but depressingly falling into moments of empty. Empty empty empty. Y'all know how that feels?

this disheartening break of the only true known. I found "x" in the equation and used my "y" to infuse the solution.

Years I sheltered ... I meant tears.... Auto correct is right in all the years I've sheltered tears... Hurting for years patiently torturing my emotions... The slowest cook.

Slump passing...

92 words so far and I've already given you too much!
Even an emoji story would be giving you too much.
I'm empty from giving you too much.

Almost & Has Beens... Lesbian Drama

ex girlfriend

Good night. Today I kept thinking what if I was truly hers. The complicated simplicity of it just rumbling through my mind.

fictitious beginnings= false relations

language... a solid factor in advancement

when you realize she can be taken to the next level, but hasn't opened her mind to new ideas...

the only love that never got the description... the only true one. she needed no description... subliminally saying hello.

has beens that are still could've beens couldn't be forgotten with undying initiatives to conquer. thighs conquered & hearts bruised.

cutting you off for my new ship... its a wrap

I cant swim so I can't go in too deep

all i want is you. the evidence must not have been evident to your detective eye as I've detected our imbalance and separation; gone

Ex non girlfriend... I'm refocusing ... Lens adjusted... Nikon shots affiliated with new beginnings...

Letting go never came w/ ease; Not even in resentful places. Resenting this peace I've desired. I mistakenly thought you were peace.

The Vocalist

Vocalist... Soprano-ing your satisfaction

Inventing our virtual playroom; a room to play away from the eyes to witness the betrayal (this we'll discuss later)...
Skin as soft as your linen to get lost in... Chasing my prey with my eyes closed and nose to the air
I'm out to capture

Nostalgic memorabilia adorn my mind envisioning you behind these lids
I am home in you
I originally planned to get into you
However you betrayed my innocence attacking my sexual attraction dancing before me seducing me into dominant fields of sex; folding your legs to match the petite sized waist... I'll raise you around my waist... Walls for support --- walls crying for support!

Momentum intensifies
Halt... Culminate inside of my mouth
A mouth of a thousand lyrical genius'
My alto vocalist

I'm beasting whatever lyrics I can compose of you... Loving you down humming "do re mi fa ..." On your genitalia
Renaissance singing; under ground art of words; true musical talent

My tenor vocalist... Your grunts
My penchant desire increases to your deep vocal cries for more
Ass in my mouth cheeks in my teeth... A wreath of mistletoe reminding me to kiss along every bit of you
All music awards go to you
The R&B divas will bravo your performance; various notes hit & conquered

Metaphorically you're humming my tunes. Singing "Teach me how to love..." Loving each piece of you; Reese's Pieces yummy treats all for me to love... I'll assassinate your every doubt on orgasm. Mentally lifted ... My portrayed innocence is thee most insidious of ways. Innocence rests not in my penchant desire for you

Generations of symphonies delivered with your chorus of satisfaction.
My vocalist = Pulchritudinous. No better way described but I've Made love to you... me; I've your filled vacancy.
Epitomizing fulfillment

Singing for me in your high pitched soprano tones once again
Belittling all notions of you being able to handle more.
You CANNOT HANDLE MORE!

Nostrils flaring... you've been conquered and angrily you have enjoyed the same sex love songs I have
My vocalist... You've even sung out "I love you"