Power Trip

Territorial juggernaut teeth marks 

My desire to be matriculated into your university of super dome

Imagining super dome I crushed every idea of my crush during my kegel actions

Tasting your lips in the atmosphere of fantasy

Once characterized as a demure candidate

My candidacy seemed un-enthused amongst other competitors

This umbrella kept me blanketed from rejection

I'm done playing coy 

My dalliance dabbled all in your face imagining me dabbling over your face I know this taste is punctuated with the punch of pleasure

Unable to hesitate my incipient nature took hold of your attention

Power tripping into your electrical socket.... power surges soaring through

The Angela's Renee's Destiny's and so forth all aiming to be the chief of this indian

In my leisure I let the dirty sexy tango dance along my desires

Passionate about defibrillating titles from my space and having ass sucked against my face

No names I insure I'm comfortable with the things you'll scream

My Proposal:: 

                 

The summation of my effervescent personality and the pulchritudinous design... This here package is composed of a powerful and inspiring persona. I've dreamt you desperately clawing at the peace of having my crush near. Loving the idea of infusing my charisma into your days. Infusing my charisma between your legs. I want to infuse me into your heart and brain

Ambidextrous I infuse licked lips handling you from hand to hand... the bouncing pleasures put the scents of downy and gain to shame. My multi-faceted love ways are poison ingesting you with my innocence and danger battling for the sapidity you pose

I've warned its irrational to get suffocated between the fashion of my intelligence and the fancy antiquated thrifted fashions of my plunder. The addicting nature of this lioness is promised

I'm warning its irrational to run from my capture

I'll sink my territorial juggernaut teeth marks to squeeze out the "baby please" 

welcoming the release of my teeth

The release from she blanketing every once dry sheet

I'm done playing coy

    

Guard Rails

To begin::

My parameters are stuck between selfish and guarded. Guarding just enough to keep me personable. Relateable in attacking curiousity silently and simultaneously alongside tease. I've teased the thoughts afraid to boardwalk late night moments with those conjured up. Conjuring up just enough to accumulate some literate reads --- I can't be read. I fell asleep with my feelings on the table when I last loved again. Leaving me to dream out my hurt and dance with the fancy of beauties shielding all the while. A window open with rails; NYC style. I slipped my bodega feeds through to the payee paying forward for you to feast on the treats allowed. A soul reader ms plum I peeped and I peep something I may need to snidely release my teeth from. My bite baby it stings but it sings to souls. I had captured one once.... Or so I thought. Seemingly now I was lost in the capture of my own

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To respond:

Existing in the midst of this. Adding new ingredients to the stew that was brewed. You stay there in accompany to, pretending as if your heart is no longer there. It's easy to disguise for you don't wear your heart on your sleeves but your heart still wears. What draws you to this? The complication of infatuation. Torn between hurt and love just remember they go hand in hand. Make a wise choice on the one you choose to withstand! 

(A text that challenged me to be honest and still the rails were up. Thanks for the opportunity and curiousity friend)

Wavering

The rhetoric of the testimony of the broken

Before you lock my love away

Sang right into the "You've never known my name"

Personalities deranged... no psychotherapy 

The oceans spread transitioned the tides down my cheeks

You've never known my name unable to hear the tones of my hearts testimony

The claim rang down as I locked the remnants of my heart away    

Hovering branches covering the stained pillow lids

Cheeks shaped like the beautiful hills of African lands

The droplets swam down the hills to the curves of the lips of this goddess

Flood warnings blared through airwaves

Intermittent showers are anticipated

Nights like this I lose count of the growing decimals

Eternities of pain moving swiftly along its river of excrutiating watercourse

Thinking about it too much too much too much

Mental chains

Awaiting the signs of the freedom in self

To be free from oneself

To be free from you

Scholastic

"Application of the mind to the acquisition of knowledge"

I've been studying you

Mapping out my devour

Yes baby tell me how your brain works

Poison (written with Mari)

Last nights sleep apnea kept we well nourished

Waking up with the taste of you still on my lips

My morning regimen of protein and minerals

My nightly nightstand rocking--- all humming increased baring accumulated impedance 

Discovering each distinct distinction of how you like to be touched

Your chocolate thickness fulfilling my gluttony

Moist supreme

Fuck fiction 

I'm trying to fuck you until you stumble in your simplest diction

Mental remnants of us fucking cause a chain reaction

Off the fucking chain

Drowning out the office chatter and keyboards...I'm back

Back to the night before

From your shower to your bedroom warm beds to soft assets

My damp ass on your bed sitting alert for you

Eagerly you navigate my domain discovering other dewy places

Your lips wet, mouth salivating

You creaming at the thought of feasting on every damn bit of me

Baby I'm poison

Comforting toxic pleasure

Painting my words on your body

Roses are red and violets are bluing your curiosity.

Back on top of you preparing to ride your fine ass into the sunset

Insert every hard grammar fix right here

Punctuation on point!

Ambitiously uncovering ways to unravel your garments

Cutting rugs and carpet

Simply tell me do you wanna 

Curiosity is cured here in my chambers

Swimming good into the fire of your rain

You've already tasted the poison

Every alphabet push up completed to lift you to the limits of my lips

Suckling with the sweetest aggression 

Serenading your ambiguity 

Off the rebound bouncing within my biceps to the strongest suctions

You'll crave me in places your mind hasn't reached

You'll crave my poison on your most guilty damaged infidelity days

You'll crave my intuitive focus for the language your walls speak

You'll crave this poison as you saturate your seat

You'll crave me on days you're under her touch

You crave this poison

Tamika (for Tamika as promised)

A sugar plum can be so sweet and bitter

Deep grape skin for the tickles and bites from mouths ready to feed

Your skin was plum and plump with your lips matching the insides sweet

Plump of juices soon to be suckled... I began to suck at my teeth

Primping and propping all fruits in the cluster

Finally stopping at the rotundness of your plum frame imagining my teeth sunken into your taste

My dear friend I've admired your bold confidence from afar

Adjacent to my reckless thoughts

Adjusting my inappropriate admiration for that of true applause

Your social posts accompanied by mental screen shots 

I know those piercing eyes have cried enough

(From no particular heartbreak)

Days where there was no "easy" button to abort

Leading me to believe it was just one of those days

A woman of many talents I often followed your chronicles

Imagining your hands in my hair... you know recreating the style... styling perfections... styling imperfections; I'm confident you can deliver even where you feel inadequate 

God's child... gifted with many abilities to say the least

I've paid attention for time leveled alongside long

Admiring the power in your post

Admiring the power in your glow

Admiring your humbled bold

I've paid attention for some time

I took another look at the clusters

Stepping into a dance along your most pleasant memories

I have two left feet, but for your joy I'd dance for eternity

Sugar plum skin bold enough to catch all endearing stares

An education accompanied on a path challenging fear

No defeat could ever rest at your door step

I'll leave discreetly after slipping this under your door

Nipping at the idea of something to make you smile

I don't rhyme much but I hope it brings your dimples out for a while   

This One is About Me

This one is about me

Snuggled into the cold barriers forming walls to protect my vulnerability

Vulnerable even in my most dominant stance avoiding any chance of pressure breaking down my force

The addiction of my poison leaves me scrubbing attempting to exfoliate the garbage of the past off of me

Getting all holds off of me

A gift and curse to be an attentive and punctual lover

Punctuality erasing all grimace from pained souls

Gay this straight that bisexual vineyards sponsored by the finest poison ivy

The mystery in my eyes

Often squinting with the barren demise of not giving a fuck

Secretly giving all fucks a chance to survive griping with the hold of each grudge 

Poisonous grips dragging lovers into discontented challenges

Attracted by the challenges of contentment

Who haft loved 

Baited and fished 

Refilling ponds and lakes with every "great catch"

Scaling back on the collateral bait catches

The poison of the touch

Touching you inside shackled dimensions

Dimensions that became the advocate for disheartened perceptions

Touching you corrupting with each intoxicating dabble and utterance

Loyal strengths grabbing hold of vocal chords loyal to delivering pleasures unwritten

Unwritten was the pain behind some poetry

Often boldly declaring altered "sub---stance"

My stance stood sub level to my confidence many days unconfident 

Entrapped in the swirl of desired success miscounting losses

The math hadn't matched the derivative of comfort for some time

Dilated tongues spoke levels of ambiguity unheard via screaming sexualities

Endless pieces to become peace as the unvocal DNA stretched across blackboard slates on board for quieted transitions

Introverting away from things that should have sailed shipped away; relations and "friends" 

An intuitive appetite, most definitely sexual

Charismatic and inclined into a nature known as laid back

Exceptions granted with borderline snide truths 

Shells no longer broiled to soften

No softening this shell back into accidental exposure

Beauties trampled my peppermint sweetened dreams

Unapologetic complex beauties in their "come get me" boots

Baring minimal visions I allowed peeks into my peaked verbiage

Depths unreached targeting uniquely shared wisdoms

Fuck it I'm talking in circles

Unsure of a path

Vacant in my own descriptions

It's just one of those nights

Clarification in solemn nights disassociated in isolation

Isolating the pieces

Developing a piece of mind.

Woes

I woke up missing you again

Glaciers of ice mellowing into a pool. 

The ice melted away exposing the front of denial

 

I never let you go

Oceans forming I stood behind the oceans line

I couldn't swim to you at all

But you bore athleticism of no other 

Competing with no other

I knew I'd float but this time it's your turn to come to me

Lifeguard me back to your shores

I'll be sure to make it off the sand

Lips rhythms delivering the words

Vibing along design with admiration of contours 

The only flaw in place

Was none

This is what your inner beauty means to me

Skipping from a situation to flirtations 

entertaining every channel

I stuck with my basic cable

I stuck with entertaining only uno

Sticking with my solace

I stuck with snoozing the alarm three times

Snoozing behind the ice melting to expose my frontal denial

I snoozed my woes

Brushing off the lint left behind from your sweater

I snoozed my woes

Picking up the dry cleaning from ruining my new lady's sweater

I snoozed and brushed off the woes

Whilst the ice melted and mellowed into a pool below 

Replacing temporary with permanence

Replacing you with me

Replacing the woes with jubilance 

I woke up missing you again

*iMessage thread deleted*

You're officially the dried ink at the bottom of the pen

Speaking Success

Desperations grew thick... Thick like the limbs of video vixen queens. These queens had sought a paper chase through education. The education trapping them in desperations to pay back the Maes and Sallies famished to be debt free and caking off an education designed to keep them barely afloat 

Floating on dreams of I had a dream speeches. These queens had a dream of affording luxuries well deserved to match the hours of study put in during depleted conscious hours. Hours of doubt and greed. We yanked on the  greed for success proclaiming we too had career desires 

Desires for "momma I will make you proud after I brought my lesbian forthcoming to open doorways". I mean mama I will make you proud. I have desires momma and my heart is baring convulsions... I'm groping my skull and resumé close to becoming the next...

Starting our OWN network. Networking between reference letters and tears I crave these career beginnings. Entrepreneurship bared in my blood I was born in a flood of guaranteed success designing brands of Flame...

The passion and plot thickens 

Fashion... The thirst drips from my lips. I could taste the image consultations; I tagged my future counselor in--- 

Gather the heeds in desperate need of color blocking. I'm blocking the negativity of still aiming. I let my aim seceed after the target began to fade from dreams. I'm swimming towards a fashion reality doggy paddling with every ounce of courage in me. I could revitalize any brand and momma I will make you proud  with the success of my OWN

Cerifications to add and PEMDAS minus the simplicity. Nights up tackling Devry systems this sister certified to be your public accountant. Outside the public I struggled attaching files to each application. My friends prayed and I secretly consulted God every time with knees blemished by flesh from the hours of requesting a victory. Victoriously I had embarked on scholarly roads. Momma I drove those 7 hour roads home for your healing... I will heal all my doubt with my accounting succession 

Knowing what I know now... No longer just book or street smart

We missed the trainings of work force politics and free internships lacking networking relationships the "privileged" were often adorned. Neither reneging or under estimating my competitions diligence. It pains me to desire evacuating the platonic consistency of getting by with each clock in and clock out. I want to clock into my career and never clock out salary pay dripping into bank accounts, 401ks, and IRAs. 

Jesus I pray. Dear father, I trust you. Please show me and guide me. Please Lord continue to deliver the signs to remind me that tomorrow is not promised but your plan for me is. Dear Lord I've been impatiently patient drenched in the sweat of anticipation to consult with my own patients I'm craving the newness of success. Lord thank you. You've delivered me through study halls and programs designed for only the fit to survive. Trials tribulations and testimonies dance on my tongue and spirit. Lord please continue to infuse your strength in me. Lord I'm ready. In Jesus' name. Amen!

I'm ready for my career 

Advantageous Placement

9433 charms dangled from doorways splitting the images half and half. 

Tempting getaways to vacate

Finger nails pressed into the skin of cellular devices---- the only layer between she and he

Engraving messages into the screen... out going messages to her scrupulous desired lover. She disregarded all his principles he desperately clinged onto... 

she craved him

Craving advantageous placement; placing thick tongue baths in between already drenched waters... she could use his strong hands to grapple her. Her tongue to his atoms apple; grunts of a king--- jaws clenching on his throne... ... she often dreamt of her simply in his palms staring up at his physique with eyes full of admiration ----

----on his throne for as much of his entering she could condone

... 

her knees shook---her desks support weakened. She was weakened at how his lips creased at the corners with perfect dimples showing through; she wanted to be cornered behind her desk...

She wanted to be cornered into his heart declaring each day theirs. She wanted to be buried into his chest laying love kisses from his nipples to below. She wanted to be alive in his flesh wearing her scent as his cologne. She wanted to be branded into his skin... just as endearing as fraternal  brands... permanently bonded... in and out of bondage

She wanted to...

*Her briefcase fell from the desk*

Staplers rested unlike the days of desire. 

Days of desire rusted out...

Rusted horse shoes showered her office floor lacking luster and the luck of landing on the ring.

She yearned to land her a ring

She yearned for advantageous placement

Simultaneous desires tick tocked with blatant disregard for the dubious fairy tale notions presented consuming every hair strand to her scalp through her brain to the arching of her brows... 

consumed!

Desires tick tocked as she took plight departing; 

train stations for quicker deliveries to her destination 

Puckered with the fluttering of her extended eyelashes she puckered in the mirror with lips pressing to smooth out the red ruby woo. She listened to Rihanna's "where have you been" thinking of how unenthused her love life had been... Existent without existence ... 

she yearned until she felt the pressure increase

The pressures had been applied with groupon adult vibrations previously stashed in her bag now stashed between her thighs. The pink and purple disappearing into her with audio bellowing from her throat off her balcony where nature took her out into the woods beyond alerting all owls possums deer and bodies...(her pleasure peak could still be met alone)

Alone kept her warm and safe loving herself enough for three 

1)A mother 2)a father and 3)a child

Yet every time she entered her classroom he let his eyes wander past his own wedding band. Wedding bands tied the knot of him being her daydream creaming inside boy shorts soaked enough to leave an impression on her seat

She puckered her lips

She pressed them together

Ruby woo evenly drawn

Lips of pillows and shapes of distinct poetry

Yearning for advantageous placement

Yearning for adventures; degrees of knowledge spoken into her entrance of virginity

Yearning for the innocence in her womb 

Matrimony dancing along her desires

She opened her textbook and iPad to begin chapter 3 in ENG602

Lesbionic Daydreaming

Your moans resonate over the notes of my thoughts. I've been ready to perform this scavenger hunt along your body finding spots of pleasure my tongue has BEEN prepared to taste you. I'll start with the dancing between our tongues. I'll start with annunciating my desire. I'll start with your eyes screaming into mine to take it there. I'll start with allowing your hands to get their passport stamps anywhere you please to explore on me. I'll start with your moans resonating over the notes of my thoughts. We'll start with international travels of love making

Wicked games are to be left to sultry song play as I await to be tagged in. I await to be tagged in to have you; I have no mercy for your fears here. I plan to have you with no time distinctions and no time restrictions. I'm daydreaming-forever 

I've scoped all your imperfections each time dipping you into my mental chocolate zone of fine. Every scar story you tell will be my favorite---- I will trace along the lines alerting your back to its rightful posture boasting your confidence and need for wanting me--- Every scar I will leave will scream stories of pleasure past the pain. Every scar will be worn on shoulder tips and backs exposed by halter tops. I, no top, will allow the dibble dabble of whose on top

Heading your way I NYC 2 trained my expedition to your palace. I could hear the drumming of the tracks stopping at Burke Pelham and Astor place... Anticipating less transit delay. I was heading your way. I never meant to devote the years away knowing I could somehow get back to you. I had these NYC travel dreams from the comfort of my southern home. You'd wait at the station for me as I'd change pandora stations to get me into the groove to get into you. 

I'll get into you. Southern suns touching my Hershey skin as they call it. Lengthy strands dangled to your shoulders. You'll have no idea how I've imagined having you behind these shades. The southern sun deliberately pointed us indoors to invoke some summer love past the shaded trees and pups out for a walk. I want to walk each membrane of your brain... ... power walking to your heart I want to take hold of your comfort zone and dare you to enter tomorrow with me...

You'll enter tomorrow with me with a mouth agape and shudders strong as quakes you'll double tap out to my insubordination... I don't release... I'm going to deliver every sensation into the orgasms your body never could handle. You'll get a handle for me.

You'll get a handle for me once we exit the gates of the first date. You'll get a handle for us...you'll get a handle for getting into your pants and rubbing your clitoris at the melody of my words.  No valley is low enough and your waters are the perfect temperature for diving & swimming. My bold sexual innuendos are meant with all pun intended. 

Right after the what's your fav color and song I'll adorn the room to your preference and let you gyrate to the humming of your fav tunes----I'm humming them all over you.

Your moans resonate over the notes of my thoughts. Your moans resonate into mine. Your moans revitalize every passionate shortcoming you've dealt with. Your moans resonate loudly in my daydreams.

thePlunge... (written with Nene)

Discussing the leaks... someone let the secret go. Someone sucked the secret up. Someone inhaled the secrets cheats. Reiterating the secrets challenge... the telephone train line broken baby what did the secret say. I'm ready to suck up your leaks now that I've fallen out of love with the lies. The walls mimicked everything it mistakenly heard after verbal transactions cashed out

Leaks overlapping leaks. As if a sideways smile placed upon a pleasant face to explore the hidden. Headless through the forest on a great horse I rode in. It boiled over as it erupted to the top, simmered down and rose again. Icicles forming on the dark window pane to embrace the leak thats coming from me. I ache for you to be my plumber, my handy lady, my ms. fix it, to come over here and be my "damnit baby please fix it". I need it. Casual situations, love filled interactions. You are and forever will be my main attraction.

I dreamed of sucking up your leaks, inhaling, and swallowing all that leaks for me... ... from you. Bursting through this time warped attraction.

The piped had been clogged. While I waited to suckle up the pourings from your body, your body hesitated in the past. Allowing narrowing memories to take hold of your walls. The walls cried moisture but were never freed for my entry. They had stains of pain but they became addicted to the pain of stricken pathways. While I licked and gripped for your tasteful poison to fill my mouths tomb, I only received the aching shudders from a tomb too full to let me plumber my way through

My plunger couldn't take grip. Night after sunrise back into sunsets I sipped homemade mojitos mimicking the many conversations I have in my daydreams. Salted rims I licked at my lips closing my eyes imagining your lips positioned into a dangle over my face. Grilling all my meat medium well I turned up the heat, turning my chocolate ass to the suns attack, I let my booty collect all glimmers as I pictured me entering your shielded vessels parting the sea with my tongue poolside.

My plunger couldn't take grip as reality controlled its grip on me shaking me from my visions.

My plunger wasn't equipped. Mind broken and unable to recieve me. I opened wide to allow me to swim, dive, ride the tide in your sea. Neither of us free, just anchored to the tide washing all insecurities and fears onto a blood shore.

Positioned vertical to your horizontal body. Skin rays blazing through this paranormal interaction. You plus me; you are the god to my universe, the sex to my sexual entity and the thriving pulsation to my naked, bear, heavy soul.

The nights dismissed to the sunrise's welcome. The plymouth of your agony exposed. Grappling fears your tug released from your past... unclogging the doubt from imprudent affairs. The sun rose with you immerging in my admiration embracing purity. 

Your love leaked safely with me.

Karma...

Heaving. .. electing the least chattering novelist. Passionately scripting verbiage and adverbs; I made you exultant. Deep thought reminded me only you could do that for yourself while I enhanced it. Too passionately aiming to impress distracting myself from the truth remembering truth didn't often travel along those lips as your chatter was minimal; minimal then stumbled into the lateral of your happy right into maximum exposure

Finishing off all division. .. effortlessly binding everything together. It hurts to remember. . . But it seems that's what my heart wants for me

You chattered the least

I let you enjoy your space alone between cerebellums and medullas and cardiac connections... 

letting your brain chatter your heart away from me.

      (oh my how parts of you spoke up then)

Parts of you spoke up loudly screaming for me... when ex's exit the door revolves sometimes back into the familiar

Karma sure slapped me in the face with the disposition of us. Karma confidently let her bosoms bounce... her breast accompanied along with her slow walk paining me with glimpses at her fine ass. She turned heads only to rebuttal with a slither. 

Karma was no snake... Instead she wore the crown of Medusa adorned with jewels on her throne of promised treachery. Karma too chattered the least with actions boldly flagrant to the victim. You could hear the hissing and slithers when you closed your eyes to feel instead of attempting emotion with sight

Heathens = heart breakers... similar to the ones that broke your heart.. shattering every glass door, wall, window, and division of you

I can imagine how former candidates feel when un-chosen for positions... I thought they understood their resume didn't uphold the requirements here in this boxing ring for the bullies and bee stinging warriors. Round 1 would yield they'd fall to the whispering gossip of their compatriots back into lonely

Karma cut the chatter and swung those corpulent hips into my cherry blossomed sunset--- just as I set to sit down her frivolous nature came out to seek from the hide kicking me thrice in my hide... I thrived off your hive; I ate into the demise at least one last time and baby you were sweet. No nectars for explication with luscious juices draining from your garden... I faded into the moans... right out the door the sonance traveled followed by me for the very last time.

Karma was relentless. 

This time I grabbed the umbilical cord and cut the shit with her.

The Proposition.... written with Fatima

I want to write a poem with you, maybe a novel, or a series with infinite chapters. I want to make art with you, spark our own renaissance. I would like to draft our own screenplay, possibly a musical because loving you, has caused angelic harmonies to become our theme song. Can you be more than my miss and write a poem with me?

Writing these lyrics with you... at times infusing a little foreplay; touching your curiosity here there and there
Can I handle the conversation
Can I handle your intrigue
Can I handle submission
Most importantly can you handle me

Vague proposals drawn out with many blanks left to fill... I've waited a long time to get close enough to take this unpressured written exam with you

Can you be my study guide, outlining the bullet points of our loves course. I just want to scribe a poetic devotion with you.  Stroking our pens forming an imperfect calligraphy. Can we create a colloquialism of our attraction?  Inspire the spirit of Edgar Allen Poe denounce poetic principle. Can we reform transcendental poetry? I want our written history to be seen in every full moon and every sunset. Will you place your hands on mine and guide my pen on the canvas of our tomorrow's ?

Leaving shelves empty I hope because this canvas is going to be a hell of a project. Rewriting the lesbian norm. Painting new riddles into the verbiage of our journey. You'll write this poem with me defying every psychological theory... defying every historical no h8 prideful conjoining.

I've outlined our days many times studying your outline infusing spontaneity in our proposal. Standing between novel full shelves only feet apart. A poets favorite atmosphere with the aroma of you filling my air. The air thick with innocent vehement tension. Nothing standing between us but this proposal

Write with me

Creating vintage stlyed libraries lined with contemporary creations. I want to ghost write timeless speeches with you. Colliding rhetroic with adjective filled passion. I want us to write the dreams of next century martyrs being more than a mere name, yet a cause. I want to write movements and scribe marches. I want to be the introduction to your hearts conclusion. I want to write with you, because you're the only thing still inspring me to write.

Pens ink emptying out... all mallice vacant. Run along sentences. Postures extended upright. I want to greet you right to write these periodicals; let's reintroduce encyclopedias with our poetic uplift. The song birds have long chirped our song proceeding our paths to be the metaphor used in every love story. Frank Oceans "white" matched the probity of this invariable trance we can script. Have you not dreamt these things?

Proposal extended....

my dear

write... preferably with me

The Last Meal (written with Nene)

Irrevocably breathing, panting, wheezing. Bosom exposed, skin bellowing a false ardor. As the sun began to peak from a mellow cloudy sky infused with drops of left over precipitation.

Tree grabbing at me, insanely but seriously grabbing at the nape of my neck to bestow me with life. The breeze arousing a perk of protruding nature through my shirt. 

Aiming for closure one final sip was taken from an energy drink. Aiming to revitalize me before closing the last open door. Eyelids slowly rising to solemnly acknowledge the fornication to come. Surrounded by nature's beautiful arousal a quiet "this is the last time" extended off my tongue

My body had become dissolute land unable to let foreigners call it home with their stimulation... Still only stimulated  by you I closed my eyes again as you traced my curves stopping only to fasten onto my cheeks bringing me into you. You are indebted to this final course of taking ownership of this body

Take ownership of this body becoming one with my inner vessel embracing my sexual innuendos. Breathing deep from my diaphragm to ensure a heightened sense I stumble upon you, sometimes even fall over you in these repetitive falling motions. I fall down I get up, I fall down I get up. But yet and still I'm still stuck. Stuck in the cerebral mind altering fumbles. 

I try to embrace it, I try to allow others to roam a path of your own, what once was bountiful; full of fruit lays untouched bound by weeds and binding holds on me. For the last time is never the last time, its that quiet break, that undeniable clarity that bestows the last time. 

Clinching to the valleys of my hips, the hills of my breast, a quiet moment for her and how she used to caress. But I digress for though she awakened this beautiful arousal in me, the death of me and its nature has set me free. 

Dying in the palms of painful desire born a new life of me. Rhythmically maneuvering into your zesty piquancy I'm guilty allowing freedom through the final surrender. Releasing to your swallow loses you in the why you left. Turning left; 180 degree angles I'm mounted with my face in the sheets sporting a grimace and smirk to the consummation with your face buried between rounded heart shape moist cakes

Ending our roller coastering plight I'm glad for once you chose not to play with your food. Food for thought introduced me to grappling the more for my posterity. The last meal is the beginning of my new chapter.

*bookmark remved*

Our novel ends here.

The Room

The resonance of her intelligence admirably fought away implicit judgement. Fatigued I imagined her mind as I spiritually traveled it daily. Traveling through mazes of curiosity; I curiously fought my way through room after room

Hours had passed...

4 even... maybe 

My day dreams arisen elicit of my memories.  My fantasies driven from the possibility of pleasure and future memories of the pleased... My hormones awake during my travels I sipped from my flask of what I thought she would taste like and proceeded on my voyage

I stopped in a room of this maze to think: 

         Drown in her love and her moisture until they're the same thing. 

The plunge... I plunged into the pools and dammit I vowed never to get this wasted again. (vow broken)

Yet I drowned... sip after sip and gulp after gulp in her moisture ------- I became the fish unaware it was in water; I ate with ease--- 

her love and moisture now the same thing

Room 2

Knowledge game now being dabbed at the sides of my mouth I revoked my sexual hunger; without blunder I began to write little lust post it notes along this trail. 

Suddenly the trail took me away from fantasy..

Leaving the bedroom onto the bathroom my face succumbed between the two pillows below your chest bone. Alert at my presence satisfactions intensity grew from each touch... my nose grazing you in teased spots you longed for. Grinding onto sinks I lifted you to enter room 3

Kitchen floors are meant for dining; so tell me how I taste... Your moans touched my aggression. I promise to feed you as long as you want to be fed. Meals of passion, knowledge, promise, success, encouragement, gluttony for one another, desserts of each other; baby meals forever!!!!

Business proposals engraved into my privacy I returned the favor with Sigmund Freud discussions all over your mysterious body. Safety lessons avoided as we threesomed our careers here; dangerous atonement. Traveling every arch led me to your trigger spot. Who doesn't want to be swallowed??? Twined between your squeeze I was surrounded by our final room. 

Here we are

Here

Baby I'm no dictator

I've saved your undulate expressions for climaxing.

My heart saved enough room for you. Enter my room. Turned on by the appeal of you I lost myself in an intelligent ruckus of revelry. 

The final room is open to your interpretation and conjecture

Dine in whichever room is just.

Relinquish

The hardest thing to do is let go. Love hurts... love shouldn't continue to hurt. Love confuses the mind, but the heart shouldn't be lost in a state of confusion. Removing facades of tomorrow's and promises are pertinent to your mental health. What's the point of eating clean if you're infusing your soul with filth; counterproductive. Needy desires will entrap you. 

Welcoming freedom. I have to go now. So I did... until the time is right.

Sincerely, 

Whoever needs this

Summer Rain

7/13/13

Evicted. Thrown out of this Egyptian toned beauty's trance

7/23/13

Mixed drinks... they warn not to mix dark and light. I mixed our possibility (light) with the denied purpose of our prior histories (dark)... I mixed us as the equivalent to the rose growing from the concrete; concrete then shattered the damaged petals almost to the root. I prepromised my drunken state

I drunkenly two stepped out of your trance

All these Charlotte days of rain could only mean a hell of a blossom is coming. I undeniably yearn for the blossom after our storm; my tears have matched those of heaven's skies opening desiring a cognizant & extricate getaway

Historical beauty; tell your story; the war of 1812 between the U.S & Great Britain ending with America's independence; 1 of the original 13 colonies packed with diverse landscapes & leading crab produce

I've done my research... taking it back to the origin of your homeland... taking it back to the origin of your happiness... taking it back to the unexpected joy of us

I have hidden away in my introverted shelter avoiding eye contact. Still your eye contact draws me deep. The butterflies are no longer present w/o a kiss, yet the pit of my stomach still flips within your sensational presence

I once wrote poetry of sex stories. I left those behind when I started making love to a queen... my dreams plague me when I often dream, far from sleeping, tasting you; my cheat sweet from my summer diet. 

Summer dieting hoping fall would bring you back to falling for me. How could this be me willingly forgiving; accepting you back ---- praying with 11:11 wishes of ... hoping my 11:11 wishes are accurately provided to me; I pray this for an open hearted gift

Peace is priceless. Priceless is you  

Trust v.s. Insecurities

Thinking:

Every relationship needs privacy; not to be mistaken for an opportunity to abuse trust.

Privacy of feelings, emotions, and thoughts at times. "Privacy' of hiding your phone will cause the question of abuse of that granted trust. People often neglect the idea that they exhibit changes in behavior when unhappy and underestimate their mates ability to notice.

Privacy of thoughts is important as its normally the only place people get to escape. Until the escape imprisons. 

Insecurities can easily break up a relationship. I agree with the notion of wanting your mate to share feelings, thoughts, and emotions involving you, but its also critical to let your mate have their space to sort out those things. Insecurities would let you desire and push for that explanation (goes both ways). 

Whose at fault for insecurities? Is it the mate thats bottled up and portraying signs of infidelity and seclusion? Or is it the mate that is worried about those signs of reservation? BOTH!

A relationship, or strong relations, is a partnership. Both parties have to equally invest on all levels. By equally I mean 58-42... 60-40...55-45. I just don't believe 50/50 exists.

 

(Unfinished. To be revisited with feedback)

Faded Pictures... Faded Murals

{Written with Fatima M.}

Harmonious walks down memory lane cause comfort in a foreign land. It brings familiarity to a place surrounded with mundane routines and moments without you. Allowing my mind to wander down a lane where memories bring me back to you I'm elated to fall asleep. Just so that I may dream of you in a way my imagination has yet to conjure.

I wish you were a Starbucks drink so people can experience what saying your name constantly feels like. 

Lifted away; dancing in the mirror; wrapped up in the melody of your words I've danced on our memory with no love lost respect gained cliche verbiage to display my uncanny emotions of missing you

Swaying to the melodic sounds your smile brings to my memories. I stand in the mirror singing love songs transcribed by King Solomon himself. I reach out hoping you're standing in front of your mirror reaching for me. Dancing our unorthodox two step

Dancing... The mirror reached back. This time with broken pieces of the once perfectly collaged scene. I snatched my hand back reluctantly to nurse the cuts. I still loved the blood of their pain because your memory couldn't tear me away from loving you

Instantaneously my wounds become reminders  of our love. Charred mirror pieces reflect the memories I've grown to love as my present. Though we are no longer, I stand in front of the mirror praying my reflection has transcended universal norms and you can see me reaching out for you. Reaching out for something familiar. Reaching out just so you know I remember your greatness, and I'm always going to want to walk down memory lane. 

Such a dangerous path I admit I easily get warped into these redundant travels realizing only I can deliver me from this mental four dimensional floor plan of hurt. I have to...

I left the glass broken. Only a fool would continue to bruise with that which they can't fix. Fixing your memory to be cognizant of our history was never a meal on the menu. I ate off this unset table waiting for the utensils to come to order

Hoping our waitress will serve our past as our presence. We are A sweet memory only the reflections in our pupils  understand.

Undisclosed

I wrote our breakup letter so many times. Each time my mind angrily tore out pages with a heart between too many chapters of hurt to see the joy

No joy arose for I had unmistakenly fulfilled my emptiness with the joy of you. You saved me from believing no one could ever teach me to love again; you saved me from my breaking point. You saved me from memories

A Sunday afternoon explosion occurred. I remember the excitement of seeing your notification... I remember swallowing my facade and pride after reading the entirety of your text

Clocked out and wiping the weeping from along my cheek

Let me explain why this one hurt so much more

Investment.

Unconditional from my heart... invested and blindly joined at the hip until my fucking hip broke... Excruciatingly alone

It's amazing what time and a place can do... Disposition even amongst the sturdiest foundations; sculpting new grounds. New grounds with new laws. Unspoken shade and unspoken pain accompanied on a mean ass roller coaster ride with unspoken disdain for the once ordained loves. Laws... Well don't we all know those things get broken. So if the order is broken what makes us think everything else is safe... including our hearts

I bared it all... Taking people out of my equations so that their emotions wouldn't interfere... I had already bared too much... No bitter unknowing souls were welcomed in to let their previous bitter kinships interfere here. Choosing to relinquish these fears. I had been exposed through my a-muse-ment already baring too much to you and audiences

I broke the order of holding back

Loving freely without hinderance; challenged but unreserved 

Every time I choked up into tears ...

Every time I was reflecting on my willing inability ... To hold back

Every time and everyday 

Every way possible unaware of the void

Every time I reflect

Every time I never ran from the responsibility 

Every night I prayed --- for you and for me

Every time I scrolled to smile from your recognition

Every time this key unlocked your door

Every time this heart melted with yours

Every time I ate it all

Every time I trusted your promise

Every time you kissed me ...

EVERY TIME YOU KISSED ME

Every time you kissed me!!

Every time I witnessed your change

Every time I wanted to trade my comfort for your pain

Every time I imagined hearing your name

Every time I desired to celebrate your claim

Every day the claim never came 

Every day you faded away

Every way, every day, every time

Every

Time

I worked out

THE KINKS

For every time I broke a heart 

The (wo)man eater now eaten

*tears another page out*

I wrote our break up letter so many times when we became the latter 

I love you

Counter productive confusion

I know this beautiful woman who thinks she's shielding herself from hurt; instead she's shielding her heart from herself

Becoming overly insecure in her thoughts of "securing" herself from others 

Convincing herself she's never ready and no one will suffice because she hasn't allowed herself to grow and heal from past pain

She wears the double sided shield. Ricocheting mistrust, failures weapons, and confusion back into herself. 

Counter productive confusion; all twisted

 Flaunting those cheery inviting smiles & rescinding back into her shell at the merest approach; rebutting all advances; charismatic trickery

Charismatically tricking her own conscience into a broken infiltrated confidence

I prayed for her again selfishly... Selfishly wishing to save her from herself so she could be free from her past loves crabs in a barrel function; her soul and hearts confusion filling the barrel... Lovely love borderline semi-permanently lost 

Loves Old Canvas

Loves old Canvas

Canvas' up... visiting madam old love. Recreating the imagery of our most adored days. Painting adoration's emotion with every stroke, memories of breast strokes, distinctions in emotional chokes, and unopened envelops personifying relationships.

I recreated imagery

I painted emotion

I found my niche in this un-licked seal

Home in the natural habitat of the untold lesbian love story

The figurative nudity of this canvas... Exposed and baring it all... Secrets painted in script

Love had lost the riches of its palace but still maintained its purity

Bland and exposed; the deepest of expressions; baring concealed eruptive combustion's

Dear Reader,

I wanted you to know I broke my canvas out that you were so adamant on surprising me with. Instead of a paint brush I grabbed my calligraphy pen to have this one way pen pal chat with you. I've been reluctant to express how I've missed you. I rubbed my clit against my sheets continuously only to desire your feel more. I tried not to dream you yet my dreams were you; realistic... many days I felt your kiss in my sleep.

Often bike riding down smooth pathways on the handle bars to your missed arms. 

.... .... .... ..... ....

The canvas stopped at the torn edges

Round table discussions emerged in my vision

This seal left open to add yet another letter

Boxes of this canvas paper; each time abrupt endings

I recreated the imagery of the love I shouldn't miss

Of the love I craved with my heart and mind being on the opposite of cheering sections

My niche in a former fallacy all dismantled

Dear old love.... I painted flames today... on loves old canvas

*another letter unsent*

A mind is a terrible thing to waste. A heart is a terrible thing to injure.

She: I'm not happy

You: why not? Tell me what's wrong

She: I've been telling you and showing you 

You: tell me again

She: *2nd foot out the door* 

She's gone

Deep

Educated to the brim of her lipstick I moved to the song in her swaying hips... a different type of appeal. Dirty Diana couldn't dispense this amount of innocent raunchy invocation

*prepares text*
writing: "Each day my selfish nature dissipates; growing deeper in care--- call it 'in love' if you please---only to be defined between our lips"

I remember that dagger numbing nulling never fading agony you experienced... ... I mentally took it upon myself to alleviate you

My thinking bubble popped right outside the dimensions of my membrane. Exiting thoughts of being your acetaminophen. With all adrenaline I set out to free you of any pain

However, bubbles are meant to be popped; recalling the fun before my bubble popped and single again out of my hands... submitted to lose all control; losing the straight jacket to my fears and emotions; I was single again until in your hands

in deep -->..............me.......you................<-- in deep
DE....me.....you....EP <-- in deep

A black corpse with nothing left to give.. the life of others fulfilling this "gay" woman's skeleton
My avarice for this queen left me pleading for her inordinate riches uncomprehending by the lacking competition
This corpse zombied right back into vitality

Story Time: once upon a time I lived behind a shield; Goliath left his giant shield here learning even a mere pebble and slingshot could wipe him out with the right aim; aimed at me I had fallen with no shield--- even the foreign forest heard the tumble of my fall. I fell between knees looking up into the luminous body---I gave in at the crumbled stance of humble emotions... I gave in at your knees

(Taking my brave indian out of the cupboard. Entranced newly in having relations without the relationship but this relationship is worth the relations)

continuing my story: my skin follicles under her finger tips; a true connection. These particles of lust... I've made love outside of my dreams deeply in a trance.... scents of French bakery coming home scents emitting from your passion spot. Passion spots tickled and filled nostrils--- no air in this deep sea.. *up for air* staring into your dilated pupils and pleased eyes --- my skin follicles under her fingers tips (she dug so DEEP). 

voyaging sharing bondage tools.
octaves of the pleased ringing out
gently dismissing the notion of a lack of performing
performing in love relations -----> I fell in deep!!

Spooning our every daisy lilac orchid blue dream land moments together
I borrowed the seconds of permanence
Fixed 0% interest rates
A love loan with an immeasurable & inestimable rate of scheduled return

Scheduled return to love
Cupid had stung me so deep.

All card's exposed to the table

I'M
IN
DEEP!

Detached

Nights laying across muscular breast-less chests accompanied by masculine breaths reassuring me of security
Days of park swings and backwards sliding conquering everything with other children looking on in disbelief due to their vacancy
Nights of sleep terrors and fevers chilling me cold I cried out and my super hero rescuer soon came to join in my sleep with me
Days of breakfast cartoons, pancakes, and spoons so the forks wouldn't tear into pre-adolescent gums
There were nights of both heroes surrounding me (those were nights of the best sleep)
Days rapidly running through my mind... I forget nothing; an IQ they didn't assume possible all revealed before two
Nights of happy birthday songs, thunder cats, & dark wing duck theme's

Days and nights now without that familiar face

*cries*
"Mommy, I want my daddy"

Mommy looked on
Mommy looked sad
The deepest overwhelming pain I ever witnessed
Strength emerging from mommy
Her one biggest fear came to reality
(Single parenthood)
Mommy couldn't let the physical void diminish my innocence
Avoiding discussing herself mommy continued to rescue within both roles the best way she knew how
Avoiding tarnishing "his superhero character" when he abandoned his role
Avoiding the birds and the bee's chat of parenting

*cries*
"Mommy I want daddy!!!"

No wisdom can soothe a child's yearn
No tricks could refocus those desires
Not enough bubbles could be blown
Not enough cupcakes & Dora dolls could heal
Not enough "I know baby" could comfort
Not enough clues to make him understand his 24/7 role

*cries*
"MOMMY I WANT DADDY!!!"

Daddy isn't here.

Phenomenal's Metaphor

Hey! Even in your sleep I'm awake relentlessly reminiscing on you. You have posed as nothing less than you and my appreciation is extensive "Ms Brilliant --I've been diligent since the womb". Ms "I shall and will". Confidence without any signs of fatigue

I grinned again at the idea of the solitude of your peace with arms stretches and morning yawns before me

I spooned every comforting moment longed for long before I could feel again for another, be vulnerable without a shield, let go without yielding, and just be for someone besides me

My coy passions have tickled and attacked your arousal infinitely attaching your desires to my guaranteed pleasure; you'd never been ignited so sternly... I've cut out all verbiage and wordage because no words could be applicable here. I remember distinct screams of "are you fucking serious" on sinks with no barriers for you to maintain your release... My coy passions dissipate with my corpulent gluttony for you

*dabbing at mental drool*

Stanza's became paragraphs; my never ending emotions rolled up into smoked thoughts typed into dissertations of bliss
Summing up summer warmed picnic bright blanketed joys, photographer sought moments, and all future trips

Peace to you phenomenally broken down as you are

Side Order...

I loved you once. I even let you break my heart a few times

Expectations exceeded any limits before expectations were met required of the one you should've let matter

I loved the expectations of bold misplacement

I loved the expectations of being your side conversation

I loved you once.
I loved you into my own broken heart

How do we become friends again?

Maybe we should converse to the side from the crowd
Maybe we should converse over full stomach's

Meals of lies, deceit, passion, and addiction

Ordering our meals in concealed corners...
Side orders we were

"Hey Ms Waitress... can I get a side order of you?"

Writers Block... A-Muse-D

She unknowingly blogged with me. . . During every writers block for the perfect imagery. Her beauty talked into my descriptions. Each experience typed into realism. She unknowingly blogged with me before I even realized ...

Muse huh?

A writer amused by my own naïveté to admit my mind had been conquered; I fronted until our connection started getting connected in the minds of the viewers. Let the passers by look on--> I looked on and off into the sunset, mothers and nature... Mother natures beauty is your destined depiction... I am painting my unknowingly inspiring muse... I'm scripting YOU

I got caught up in her workshop often staying after school for her lessons. Benches, tools, wood... a true old school workshop. We started to chop down and piece together our wood... shopping in our souls... pasting and creating our new stories----- building benches for lovers to share a kiss

We kissed innocence, intrigue, endearment, desire, knowledge, passion, appreciation, love & lusts manifestation into the lips of one another... My unknowing took advantage of me on that bench... in that class... in her heart...; in her mind we recreated everything I feel unable to perfectly inscribe...

Tbc

This is a quick 5 minute free write
I hope I'm right
That my muse may be part of my naïveté
If not, I may be too busy to continue to write "her"

(Blogging even when my words aren't penetrating the depths of the poetic level I can reach)

Darkened Pastels

Hello overwhelmed. Thanks for making me cry tonight. My misplaced guilt made me powerless as I counted the droplets on my wrist from my lids. Even with the moisture tickling my nose I couldn't be any further from cracking a smile. Hello overwhelmed; I tried to keep it together. My moist tongue is nauseous; no inappropriate thoughts to share

Fuck you overwhelmed
I'm trying to keep my shit and my mind together

Thank you to the ladies keeping me underwhelmed
Praise He above in which my faith lies
I've been patient and thankful father
Sipping on the same virgin martini called "maintain a positive attitude"
Darkened pastels--- images drawn to no acute limits... I've exceeded the artistic beauty of releasing (tears dry physically)... Darkened pastels are out shining my positivity ... <--Peep the irony

Pantene deep conditionings aren't the reason for drenched linens... Combusted drops spurt phenomenal speeds down these cheeks... Back to front Black attacks my visions
(so much for new contact lenses)
... I see darkness limping its rainy blue melodies

(paint these pictures)
(Of course black is still beautiful; but what happens when black doesn't feel beautiful?)

The space bar seems really long tonight

My space bar took me as far as it could tonight

Then I lost control over my perfect grammar sentences
The "mine" and the "mines"
The "you're" and the "your's"
My non run on moments
The days have been glum just running on ---worded into each other. So damn jumbled I question the speech impediment behind this plagued routine

Whelp... {Guess I wrote tonight}


I see a nightlight through the darkness

I guess I've been broken... Every Made Greek should understand that

Good night overwhelmed ...
Until the quiet of next time
Feel free to procrastinate on your visitation

Moisten

swimming pool of moisture... drunk off of your ciroc tasty wetness
drunk vodka faced in... drowning in your intoxicating waters

even numbers have limits... excuse my unlimited infinite suckle time as I sea dive and drench my nostrils in your scent and ocean wet sweet poison palace

*your legs tighten their hold to my skull*

creaming my throat I run tongue laps, swallowing; the gesture of pleasures finest---
finally your shudders pour through your body... an mph usain runs
no mercy from me to you

{*quick afternoon snacks*}

gentle aggressive execution; portable MP3's faintly playing in the distance...
I've gotten lost below

feeding hungrily; releasing in a flash; drenched chins in a pussy water mask
unmasking my abilities outside of the poetry

I deliver

Forest Gumping... catching on

Forest Gump: the lone racer from commitment; the broken hearted not to be broken again... man that girl can run

Pain in your eyes... poetic justice... I attempt to give u justice with my academic appearances in our dialogue... the perfect poetic gesture... I've observed the pain in your eyes due to the injustices and misfortunes ...

Stock requires the brave investment of your earnings and savings.. I promise this poetic gesture is only to invest my love stock and watch it spurt with growth

I have a demo of forever partially prepared for you... it starts with us beautifully drifting and rafting to our secluded peaceful islands inside of the hearts of one another; straddling my fears I welcome you Foresta Gump for these travels.... 50/50 chances chancing with ease... with you (we can run together)

Ms Foresta Gump.... adding the "a" for femininity... my femininity is trying to add assistance applying awarding abstracted awaited adventures assigned to you and I...

Second and third string running strong... energizer backed up bunny too afraid to love... too afraid to settle into the memory foam comfort of a new love

Rain drops trickle down... barren branches capture its moisture... let my barren branches of fingers capture the moisture of your eyes; you can let all your pain tears trickle as you please with me

My clever charm is as genuine as life long fears; many days I've feared finding "she" and potentially letting my cunning shy ways inhibit our juncture (cupid shoot us with your sting please)... still this bliss is so sweet it'll be the airplane crafted to take your dreams and their tours out of rough drafts... outlined dreams and outlined parts... my hands will trace the globe around your calfs traveling every chasm of your physique; sharing this untainted poetic justice, I propose traveling beyond tourists dreams

Lone racer... no longer alone ... we can fill thousands of jam jars with our own tinker bell dust magical moments--> the daily occasions
Become the perfect treble and bass to my musical influenced days

My quaint poise exhibits my success enjoying the vintage flavor of your old school love you've kept away; I consider it favor that we've connected; a true gift from above

All that running... I'm glad that you've stopped running now that you've run into me.