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