Erotic Greetings

Her eyes blinked

... and sank into her lids

Her lips; she bit

She moaned --- 

As the rhythms bellowed below

Before the showers steam
Passion seeping through
Shower rod support systems
Streams elongated and dashed
Wet coats drenching

Before she could prevent the screaming
   (of her name)

Synchronicity...
the movements invigorated and accelerated

The lover came up for air

The bruises from pinned and pressured wrists

Necks challenged for breath between grips

Aggressions touch with the perfect softness for nips
 

She was prepared to dine again

The energy
Divulged between the pair
She dined
Vigorously
 

Glancing down
Perceptions secured
Not a ounce wasted

Pleasure was always the main course

 

Good morning
Pardon my voracity
I chose to dine in
Now well nourished

That's head for breakfast
 

Dear Queen

Dear Queen::

Hold your head up.
Look up and forward.
The past is just a stepping stone.
Handle bars are available to get a grip on the joys of life when the spoils weigh you down.
You deserve to know the truth; your beauty exudes and you deserve it all. Conquer what's for you and learn from the experiences used to build your character. Tear drops are necessary, but don't let that depressive state over take what you have your sight on.

Dear Queen,
I SEE YOU! <3<3

Melanin blues

How are you going to be a super hero in your African American skin?

The defamation due to melanin is at an all time high. The deeper the roots the more propaganda they spew!

Delivering the message of belittling... Congregating behind government titles to demolish you from childhood... no enrichment

The troubled white teen shoots up a school.
The violent African American villain became the terrorist at the school
(don't let that fly over your head... don't be fooled)

The propaganda is at an all time high!!!

The shift from remembering a purpose
has faded
defaming the character of many
equating the protestors to the minuscule ignorance surrounding just a portion of the movement for justice. 

We're screaming "DONT SHOOT!!!" 
as they take aim beyond our bodies. 

We're screaming "I CANT BREATHE!!" 

so they squeeze a little tighter
... on your freedom papers (supposedly abolished)

Instead they've been found locked away in safety deposit boxes at the very banks employing you just a taste higher than minimum wage

The very banks founded upon the vilification of the name slave
The very banks providing you the homes they snatch away when your minimum wage... minimum slave pay... minimum slave brain can't afford the interest of their buildings

Now do I have your interest?

Entrapping our cultures physically and mentally
Throwing our spirits into the bean bag of traditionalism

How are you going to be the hero in your African American skin?!?

You're screaming
"DON'T SHOOT"!
"I CAN'T BREATHE"!
"I'M UNARMED!"

See they watch as your life fades

For you were armed with the blackness

The blackness they fear

Power hungry statuettes

Unfamiliar with the concept of gluttony

For they've wanted it all... mommy and daddy ensured it was theirs
Theirs for the conquering... (old Christopher Columbus asses)

Unfair was it with thousands of years of US washed away

Textbooks of filth avoiding the discussion

We never infiltrated pop culture

Pop culture infiltrated us in disguise
Gentrification dripping all through YOUR neighborhoods

Grab that newspaper
Grab that internet search
Grab that membrane
Grab those corrective lenses
Correct your vision
Peep the positions.... you're in.... granted to silence your proclamation

No incognito renditions of the negro story

These KKK mother fuckers are grumbling like the skin of Jesus didn't mean he was our story

Using the very knowledge of the good book against you

White is pure; they convinced you

We trembled at the Trayvon's, Eric Garner's, Tamir Rice, and Mike Brown's appearance 
We trembled at the brothers we raised
We trembled at our brothers in the dark shade
We trembled in the mirror

Reflections null and void

The feeling of empty is dangerous 

So empty we forgot to tremble at the self hate influences we've subconsciously tripped over 

Styles degraded into simply being inhumane

They're washing us away quicker than we can wrap our brains around our ancestry being washed down their "American" drains

How are you going to be the super hero in your African American skin
Melanin blues singing me to a solemn sleep
Pumping fists in my dreams

DON'T SHOOT!
I CAN'T BREATHE!

We all seek... We've been reminded of what we may find. 
(take it how you want)

She

She is... the muse

She's the constant glances that I steal behind every meal dinner table chatter

Admiring her physique
I've danced with her tongue to every word she spoke
My tongue spoke the language of the thin line between love
and lust
Lusting through SMS phases
Defaced and exposing my gluttony for entry

She's the peace to my ocean seas

Rumbling through my heart's walls
Waves adjacent to pleasure and pains combustion
The fire to the heat... sweet heating lesbian tales amid her screaming vocals
The tide cooled and calmed

She is the calming remedy
A Leo curls into the strength of the Sagg's temperament
Etcetera
The chimes of her voice notes
Fully consumed in her aspirations
Her dreams derivatives dangling
Brandishing missions, intentions, and ambitions 

I'm clinging to the position of completion she seeks
She is the cognition & the strength to my ego's subconscious
Bowing into submission; I let her conquer my every inclination

She is my speech
She is the loving in my rambunctious stutter

The superfluous attention to the meticulous banter
(Ignored)

She attests...
I am affluent in charm

She is the recipient for eternity
My heart became cupid's little tattle tale
Tales with no fairy's jotted in snippets
Unraveled and bare

With mimic she gripped
A neck for the kiss
Two weeks too long
The muse let her tongue deliver the sweetness
Matching scents of HER ...

perfumed to perfection

Lovers past the lust
She is...

Unwritten

She is unwritten. 

She's every attempt... 

....An incriminating accomplice to the love scene murdering the barriers my heart held before her love 

I haven't written in a while

I've been thinking of all the beautiful ways to say I love you

See I said it when I came back to you 

"I love you"
 ...spoken with every door knock

You knocked down my hearts preemptive witholdings

With no predisposed assumptions

The consumption of daydreams distended

Daydreaming with ink I aim to create the beauty painted by the finest artists 

(a quick trip down memory lane)
Your vocals hitting praises for your orgasms highs 

Pleasing everywhere...a keen focus...
(memories lanes congested with ambient smiles)

She's fine

Vulgar expletives I normally use avoided

The student to your prudent sagacity

Teaching me

The justice of losing control

Uncontrollably loving of course

Mental canvases 

Closing off empty chapters

Loves proximity repeated
Regained, reacquainted, and reborn

Magazine clippings---shuffling the  feathers from wings of fallen angels
A beautiful unfinished master-piece
Pic stitching the years drafts

She and her
The unwritten

Harmonizing in union
Falsettos and alto melodies
"Its none of your friends business.... its OURS!"

To be written... soon

Miss Baddie Badu

Four times four

Quads equal squats on faces with stamina stances

Glances away

In and out

Between Mimosa glances

She prepared her tunnel

She distanced herself from the brackets of reality

Stepping into a mental workout

She practiced and positioned herself carefully

Adding additional weights

The bar bending

She bent back

The weight bench shook

As her mental escape took over her

She came…

Back to reality

The realness of her cumming

She hard grinded and self-fucked herself right into release

Tunneling in gasping for the erotica

Unable to be distinguished from the friendship

She partnered her with her client

Squatting to the direction of eye glances

She squatted 90

She squatted with her tongue ready for tasting

"how can pleasure feel so wrong

Coming down her chin was her thank you

She extradited satisfactions moisture

Eyelids danced as eyes rolled back

She searched

for closure

She was unable to close off the desire

It wasn't leg day but they shook

Tattoos traced… the body art tasted

Her hands traveled the sculpture of her womanliness

Mimosas sipped
over

Lunch dates
Daydreams sealed

Tomorrows workout discussed

She braced herself for training

With Miss Baddie Badu

For the body she was ready

The contiguous dance she let her mind conjure up

Rihanna scents sprayed to accentuate the sweetness

Yes; her pussy lips

Four times four

Quads equal squats on faces with stamina stances

uHaul Lesbian

Lesbians

Their lust

Right into uhaul trucks

Traveling into spaces condemned by the lack of connection

Connecting the puzzle pieces of broken pasts

I passed by sipping tea with kermit

Appraising the cost of the rental

She rented

She rented her hearts rooms for cheap

Allowing the rooms of her thighs to go for the low

The Motel sign and its cheaper fluorescents lights fluttered

Attracting the flies of the left over pride events

The main event

Her instagram biographies, video-graphs, and picto-graphs

Were exposing the remnants of failed attempts

She held onto her followers at least

As the scent of blocked requests expanded

Attempting to cover the tracks

Yet she forgot to un-tag herself

Uhaul receipts bundled up like fall leaves

Autumn became the beginning of her season for endless falls

Two weeks - two days - two months

She fell in love with a mistress pretending she could flaunt

Every flavor she longed for

Ashing out her memories blunts

For every love she let attach themselves

Dividing herself so many times even the equations gave up their multiplication difficulty

The uHaul lesbian

Unafraid until alone

Alone in her own identity

The mirror no longer returning who she was birthed to be

Soul ties to every like explored off the gram

The social context played over the speakers of the rented truck

She rented out assuming payment equaled mortgage

No ownership in this land of piranha fish

The shark unable to eat

She faded into the social context of rapidly spreading herself thin

Healing unlike any anemic

Blood cold

No iron rod to withstand nor sift through the real and imposters

She faded into brief relationships and social chatter

Packing up her uHaul; yet again
Voyaged and exhausted
She posted...
She waited for the "likes"

*Double taps on her new "loves" pic*

Your worst is enough for me

Nobody's perfect

. 

If I could erase your insecurities by simply revealing the real behind my intentions... 

Perhaps you'll let my attention secure you through actions; supporting every text message and face time conversation. 

We'll converse about how the tables have been reversed. We'll converse about karma landing us right in each other's torn arms. 

The only goal is to feel whole again. 

My vision of revitalization is authentic and this proposal you should gladly accept. 

Sipping tea and coffee over Almelies pastries I'll observe every curve while engaged in every word of hurt and joy you've experienced 

We can be the perfect storm in each other's skies 

They'll all watch with cameras aimed to produce duplicates... The meteorologists have witnessed no other culmination 

The strength behind each delicate kiss seals each invitation 

No zodiac horoscope could've predicted this... 

Gripping the handles bars for tomorrow's journey 

I want you to understand 

Your worst is enough for me!

Frenimies

"In a world full of small communities and everyone knows everybody; it's so critical to know yourself" 

Time to time I get torn between responding to the antics and selfishness of minuscule individuals. There's an old reggae song called "rumors dey spreading". People always have commentary when they're trying to bury their skeletons; sometimes by selfishly sharing fallacies and narratives about others. You cannot cleanse your spirit by creating and distributing filth to damage another's. What's done in the dark comes to light.  Nonetheless I remember many things (often beginning with prayer). You don't need these people. Let true colors be the light you need to see concerning the character of these well... Characters. Most important know yourself and carry yourself exactly how you want to be depicted because sticks and stones do break bones and words hurt. However, when you're sure in yourself all that shit is just chatter. Peace! 

FuckIt!

She said fuck it. Slamming every brick into the wall of heartaches chambers. 

Her castle of seclusion growing with its flawless design

Humpty Dumpty sat on that castle wall

Shattered shells 

Shattered pains slipping

 through the tips 

Remedying the fix

Forgive me. For not being over it. 

For give me for Wanting to secure us

Selfishly securing us with selfish intentions to cure us

I said fuck it!! 

Slamming every brick

Trying to lay the foundation

With rickety ass bricks

Fucking on the foundation

Saving us one sex addiction at a time

1/23/15

Tell her you love her

Tell her you love her. 

She will remember how it makes her feel forever. 

She will remember when she comes out of her cry. 

She will remember when she forgets how to count sheep at night; flocked by the memories dispersed all over her mind.

Tell her you love her. 

She will appreciate it every time as she understands what love is. Not the bracelet; but the idea of awarding her gifts. 

She is deserving of every pleasantry snuck between her snug fists. 

Tell her you love her. 

For every time she closes her eyes... She should have a fight within...

Of loving herself enough for two.

She'll never let you die. 

As she loves you too 

Mother - Daugter

Daughter: 

You're a tremendous blessing. Always going above and beyond the call of duty to make sure everything goes just right. I'm forever thankful. Forever. I appreciate you and my gratitude can never be extended enough through my words nor actions as I can never truly repay you. The tenacity of my heart will always work diligently to express my appreciation. Thank you. Ps you're up next.

Distinction

Raging... 4am quivers as sweat rolls its river between bosoms attended to in dreams of passions short story 

Rolling...

Satisfaction un-soothed during every meditation session unable to mediate the need and want

The desires for companionship, relationship,conversations, and seduction that lead on

Mentally dialing out conversations 

Uttering hello... unseen hands traveling to the knock of eroticism

She shakes with her request as self pleasure causes her body to quake

"see you shortly"'

Tautology..the repetition of I need to feel you; (only the way you can)

Nipples protruding attracting the dragons heat

She touched herself needing release

She groped herself wanting her 

She let her teeth add sweet pains biting into lips anxious for quests

She quested her mental letter:

Dear Mrs Want, 

I can't stay falsely married to you

See the necessity of my heart has to divert 

From being locked into your lips

Locked in between your hips

Suffocating and cradling the bliss 

Ms Need wants to marry too

Into the scene played past the feverish sex controlled scene

Ms Need feels for you Mrs Want

Prenuptial agreements signed by our love and lust

Resurfaced with this divorce

Desire is one hell of a gifted curse

Sex stages set 

Curtains still 

Lights shuttering to off

Arousal and yearn aborting

Imperfect Ms Need understood Mrs Want

Lusted without recognition

Lusted their eradication selfishly licking at the remnants

Lusted right into the disposition

Repudiate

When it all bellows out

 It will be a hell of a roar

Mentally and spiritually free 

Cleansing my soul of the last pain tears 

Shallow drops into pillow cases of familiarity 

Why does the Leo sheep continuously brush it's wool

Defeat worn quietly behind the textures of beauty 

Uncomfortable uncertain unaccompanied untold unfinished 

This beauty of internal scars untold 

It's going to be a hell of a roar

Applauds held hostage before the rise

Prayers completed 

Meals half eaten 

No longer able to feed the gluttony of self indirection 

When it all bellows out the architects will grab their stencils

The artists will grab their paintbrushes

Stories painted and written to be sung by the unheard song bird

Gather the masses

It's going to be a hell of a roar

When this Leo sets them self free 

Red Lights

Red Lights…

She wanted it. I felt the urge to immediately grant her wishes and succumb to her request for domination. Afterall, I am a pleaser with every desire to be pleased. We eased into nothing. I had already known her for years and she let me know that she had to have me as she often dreamt of my aggressive femininity attacking her with grapples of pleasure. Anxiously and nervously preparing to end my day by showering the long days of work off of my skin to then divulge in her skin. I admit it I was nervous to think that me and her were about to flip the rhythm of average friendships and take a prowl into lovers land. She text me to confirm I would show face; unaware that I always keep to my word and would have my face buried into her sweetest spots…. yes love, I am going to show my face.

Approaching the dorm room apartments I could feel the butterflies bouncing all around my stomach. I approached her door and read her text that it was open. Finally...! Her room door emitted the sweetest candle scents; I remembered her fixation of victoria secret collections and pried open the partially ajar door. The room was pitch black aside from the red light barely lighting the room. I glanced over her physique and immediately felt this was a lesbian story to be written by none other than Zane.

She let me take her in visually as I backed my way onto her extra long twin bed. I could imagine her skin and lips as soft as her sheets. Fuck it the mood was set and she approached me for the first kiss. I quickly adjusted to her style and ran my tongue for what seemed like miles in perfect conjunction with hers. Finding her shoulders for nibbles and licks I tasted her upper torso in the sweetest sensitive places. I was not to be dominated so early.

I stood up to let her find the bed as I let my hands find her moisture. A culmination of wet passage ways; YES she wanted it. Skip all the poetry to finding her nipples through adorned lingerie I attacked passionately and hungrily; after all she desired well positioned and executed aggression. It became a battle for who would please who first. My sweatshirt was stolen and thrown to the floor with my sweatpants… Daemen College garments piled up.

She found my breasts… I easily succumed to her tongue as she gripped my firmness and traced the definition of each feminine muscle I possessed. Playing ball really paid off as I lifted her off of me onto the beds edge and bit through her panty hose. Her sweetness found my tongue as she soaked through her clothes. Lord knows I have ways of enticement. To the side they went as I gripped her hair in one hand and suckled her clitoris enough for her to moan out “YES!”.

Hearing my name only gave me additional motivation to devour her. The music changed to yet another sex song as I thought about her keen detailed preparation for what she yearned. She came once. She came twice as my tongue danced between her lips and my fingers slid into her pressing into her mature spot; sexual hunger games of conquer.

I hadn't witnessed a woman release this hard as my hand became filled and my lips let go to come up for air. She looked PISSED!

I was worried until she aggressively took charge and took out her appreciation for the pleasure onto me by immediately turning me to the back and fingering me. SHIT! I no longer was the aggressor and she licked along my back to my crack and turned me around. Lowered to her knees she suckled and nibbled and licked until I pleaded aloud. Aiming to cover my mouth she grabbed my hands and laid me down to take it all in. I came. Mentally I left my dominant nature and entered a long inviting stare.

Up from beneath she came up to kiss me my with the creme of me still fresh along her lips. I knew I was in trouble as my addiction for sex grew and I hungrily imagined having her many more times in a multitude of places. I never left… I never let my guard down so fast. Her eyes pierced right through me as I began round two…

The red light dimmed to darkness as eyelids closed to the suction from my skilled oral escapades.

Pleasures multiplied. Her text and request answered.

Single

Single

My eyes wander over the physiques; up and down the postures of many beauties

Figuratively attracting myself until the literal of their brain whisks me away

Physicality has to be accompanied by a growing mind

A mind like mine never still on one notion

The physical a must for my shallow sexual desiring

of YOU

I want to make sequels with my misses without the plagiarism of any previous pornography

Sequels of our construction sights bringing to life our minds architecture 

Sky scraping along visual winds and plump clouds

Lost in the plump ass my teeth love to grab

I'll eat it all

The repetitive nature of all these ex's

I'm trying to repetitively fall into the nature of your arms for longevity 

Transpiring notebook mimicked love stories; no cabin fever

The "Fuck you! I'm single" angry notions white crayoned out from my days

I'll take her rooted in the life or simply unsure

Just provide me the certainty of being sure with me

I'll take her humming every musical tune from shared playlists

Lovers, fighters, and friends; I'll burn holes into the treadmill vehemently spoliating endless calories to endlessly be in your honeycomb of security

Cranberry tongue kisses I'll fill your mouth with un-shy embraces

Single handly praying this time is for real

First to third dates completed; voyages many couldn't condone

Standards vacant of any tests 

Sapiosexual energies no longer imbalanced

Girl I'm ready if you're ready!

Getting real. His plan vs my route

That moment you get real with yourself and discover the answer to "did God bring this into my life or did I? Was this truly in his plan for me?"

Everything happens for a reason, but everything wasn't designed for you to experience. Forbidden fruit isn't meant to be eaten, but occasionally we walk down a path and take a bite of the very fruit we understand is poisonous to us. This fruit may be a multitude of relationships, uncanny situations, risky behaviors, etc. Its like promising yourself that inheriting that sweet lie will have a different outcome because it is his hands and by his doing. The pain and side effects to follow are bearable and conquerable with truth and ownership. Peace!

I'll end my late night insomniac thoughts right here.

Insomniac

Sometimes at night 

I lay awake

Awaiting and desiring

Your touch

To reach into the depths

of places

Only you know 

And can reach

Sometimes 

At night

These nights

I lay alone

My body awake when I sleep

A tear drips down the lonely corridors of my cheek

As I dream 

Benevolent dandy scenes rapidly retreated

Now tossed between every toss and turn 

Turning over to realizing

On these nights

I lay awake 

Alone

Unable to condone

The peak we've reached

Remnants

If I could write for you I would write everything that you have been afraid to say to me. I would recreate the verbal stare downs packed with curiosities taunt and attractions incognizant gloat

I admit it---I wasn't attracted to you at first

Physically.

Mentally I let my sexual hungers deplete so my sapiosexual fetishes could rumble 

Unable to disclose my inhibitions I roar my zodiac leo roar bellowing out to hide the shyness of this lioness admitted behind the baring of my teeth …. Roars subsided to the wavering oceans & tidal explorations--- truly calmed to your embrace

Every curve unique in its response to your trace of my shape--- clothing to the floor--- only you experience these lips. Yours separated by my lips and a power tongue with expertise in capture... Lips separately displacing testimonies of sensitivity to your virtuosity aloud

This body and soul solely only yours for every night of devour… you tasted oceans into the culmination down your throats gateways… knocking down the walls I pleaded for more embracing headboards misunderstanding why you couldn’t release me as my knees gave in. Riding faces mentally depicted as parasailing and surfboarding the wave---

Waving my white flag in secret sexual love affairs

I mind fucked and eye fucked you every second you crossed my visual... You'll never orgasm the same instantly submissive with no ability to regain composure without my permission

All these vivid collages placed in the vault of my minds treasure chest.

*dabs at mouth*

Until the next time we get a chance to paint tomorrow's remnants

Un-Suffocated; The Promise

These sheets became yours. Laying in them without your memory filling my nostrils has become the impossible.

Filling my voids with sensations of empty. 

These sheets became yours; the couch became mine

The due diligence of your exit

I gotta stop wanting beauty to keep running around without her brain.

I gotta stop wanting her to reevaluate what her "friends" were afraid to say

Breathe in baby now breathe out 

My CPR tactics to rescue your heart have failed

The need to save yourself has to exist before anyone can resuscitate  

I want to see you. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to taste you, not necessarily her, but taste your skin; inhale and exhale with you in my arms.

I want to love you ... Love you in a way that makes sense to the both of us and relieves and frees you. I want you and I to always feel secure in whatever we have and/or are building. 

I want to be in your presence and remain un-suffocated by your affection and attention. I want us to always be truthful; truthful to ourselves and one another. I want to be yours one day and vice versa. I want to build not stay stagnant.

I want you to know I want you. 

Took a while for me to realize all these desires are in place for the want of me... self-induglence the ultimate curator

I gotta stop wanting beauty to begin with anyone but me

Un-suffocating with the promise of me.

Defeat

Life doesn't throw curve balls as much as we forget that it's our job to stay focused on that mound. Who calls the next toss... It doesn't matter when you prep yourself to move forward even if you strike out. There's 9 innings of baseball but there are 24 hours in each day to perfect your craft; to move into position to claim the victory... It's been a while since I wrote anything. The religion in me says pray to clear your mind. The poet in me says write but don't write benign. You're allowed to flagrant foul your audience time to time. After all they chose to pay attention and tune into your show. The Leo in me says roar, but only to your advantage. Defeat is a nasty ass virus to deal with because like the common cold you're inclined to be bitten by the bug again. Remedying the cold is the philosophy of remedying these defeats. All temporary and an opportunity to rebuild your immune system. Life isn't much without celebration. Just have to choose to live ... Remembering all time is precious and none should be wasted waiting for the past to make sense in the present as the present tacts itself onto the past... The run on sentence now expiring all potential arithmetic solutions. This all makes sense to me. Goodbye

Sometimes as a defense mechanism we choose to be naive to defeat; Afraid to accept...Inflating deception in the form of protection!

Long enough

Sharpening my pencil points reintroducing number 2 stencils filling in all your blanks blanking angrily with sexual hungers long missed and hunted by intensely horny untouched private parts privately parting your lips with a tongue of convulsive bombs ----> the bomb ass head. Beheading doubt with flexible suctions they'll auction porno tapes for history made monetary partions

I wanna kiss you. Everywhere. Your ear lobe. Your cheek bone. Your lips. Your forehead. Your tongue. Your finger tips. Pull your hair back while I let you meet my lips

sweetly licking the heat between those thighs

I have kept you waiting long enough

Let's sip together 

Your lip in my mouth

Each juice droplet cherished bud by bud

Strawberry tongue twists creating a setting above scandal climaxes

Chocolate silhouettes keep me stingy with my equal

My possessive nature is asleep until I posses your cherry... we'll rename your clitoris a million times

I am the sexual deviant you couldn't find a multiplier for 

Plump plum chunks bunked on the bed of my tongue

I'm a sucker for thighs and beauty.... irrevocably chasing

I've kept you waiting way too long... 

Dinner is about ready

skipping the kale and stuffed chicken breast I'll annunciate how i've peeped your work outs coming to life

Annunciating the acronym of appreciation

Damn baby leg day is certain to keep you stabilized at my lips; straddling faces of adoration and reverence

I'll dance, graze, grope, and stroke every newly toned curve and muscle

The neighbors a witness to the secret of your sleep filled nights 

Volunteering to be the intern working to keep your heart eased and body pleased

I'll accept long term positions bridging us as the gap closes

You waited long enough for this full time position post seduction 

I surrender my severance and bonus 

Hidden

Women like her don't complain when it storms. She's convinced they can't hear her screams... the wind chill below freezing down here in the depths of her pillow cried tears she shudders in the corner of her peace afraid the darkness will cause her to succomb to her mental chambers 

Women like her don't complain when it storms

Her blanket snug to shelter her from tornados of discomfort... holding onto the facade strictly poised before the strangers face; the stranger of love--- now approaching anniversaries still estranged grimacing at unbelievable defintions of love--- she sought the shelter of her blanket to shelter her from admitting she had never fallen in love

Women like her don't complain when it storms 

The storms of "are we meant to be"... lips meeting those of a lover for what seems routine

The inconsistenties of the storms patterns hadn't met the actions the meteorolgists predicted... she shivered conflicted with haunting memories of petty battles tired of fencing herself in from the stormings winds and rains 

Women like her don't complain when it storms

They relinquish all rights of freedom of speech, dancing off rhythm along the membranes of love flow, they remain facetious to the passers by, telescopes unable to see her stars, identity stolen, prepared with rebuttals for every reason to love, stolen away inside locked gates of lonely affirmations, unable to sink to her knees to let out screams, pyramids of complex desires to love but be left alone--- 

Women like her stay hidden

Love

She is love

Her scents fulfill each room dangling on memories evoking spontaneous "I miss you texts". Helplessly you follow the scents attempting to travel her steps to reconnect before her departure is complete from home.

She is love

Her smile is brilliant, mature, nurturing, bold, exquisite, and arousing

Each flower order prudent and meticulous to the details of her favor 

*order complete*

Sending endless blue orchids to steal a selfie glimpse for personal inboxes

She is love

A woman of religion and values to encourage the queen in you; achieving with a helping hand away from her bosom and poised to your perfect reach

Her judgement completely vacant upon the acceptance of your presence in her life and routine

She is love

Invading each dream, violently crashing every pity party, arriving late but right on time, saving me from me when I can't see the beauty in me...

She is love banging down every barricade and door

She'll allow no hindrance in the binding of you two.

She will allow no dissolution to rupture the firmly built fortress 

She is love

Perfections are the flaws adorned by the flawed

Recreating imagery, challenging poetic creations, romantically sweeping me off my feet with brilliance, delivering every promise of the beauty infirmity into precision

She is the unwritten definition

She is love!

She is my free write!

She is my headphones on a cool day, the miseducation of Lauryn hill on replay, and coldstone pleasures set to dance on my tongue with no foreplay

She is you

(Thank you for everything. If you're not it then I don't know what is but I truly appreciate the love and lessons of learning to love again even when uncertain)

Narcissistic

I'm a selfish fucking lover

       letting Cupid rapidly sting me with no specific alerts of the fourteenth of the second month with the second bluff I called you out avoiding me until our second touch; a hug embracing your insecurities and sheltering your parities I selfishly dedicated myself to your gratification while the others bluffed their fabrications I remained patient for you to allow me to cash in on the reservations set in place for celebrations. 

It's been valentines day ever since I lost my guard rails and stood alert and inserted the promise of our potential beyond every fucking love scene I've scripted our chemistry still injected with the power of us sometimes so good to be true we question are we chemically inflicted with pleasures defection

I'm a selfish fucking lover 

            meticulously evoking your yearn... 

Satisfaction kept in no barriers I selfishly carry out every love scene imprinted in my day dreams this time with you sucking every tumultuous work day blues out of me... My love raining against your incogitable facial expressions

Paints scene:

You're walking in the room, my eyes adjacent to every hip stride from wide thick luscious thighs tattoos positioned 4-D double D's perked and attentive. Undressing you was simple and slow impeding only from time constraints I leave the constraints for our post dinner vibes. Thoughts left pearls erect and goosebumps inflated Hershey chocolate skin ready for passionate lip locking and love making from this selfish zodiacs dream... Paining your wrists to an embrace pinned against kitchen walls the cabinets quaked contiguous to your subdued fulmination

I'm a selfish fucking lover

            I will eye my eye candy with every sweet tooth ready to annihilate only she. 

I see the poison in surrounding beauties and the grass always seems green until that first footstep turns it's folioles brown a selfish fucking lover with eyes set on my sugar daddy caramel queen... deep chocolate if I may... love cream shuddered from walls to the the pace of combusting tongue thrusts I devour my eye candy selfishly hungry every single time... each drop savored indulging into the box of chocolates mystery between her thighs

Every speechless event sexy sweat between bossoms ceased from their imprisonment in the warmest inviting mouth... everyday rose petals decorated flooring spilled from disgruntled fabrics and withered melted candle sticks using every thigh quest dive to force your thrusts onto my face deeper ---- chins soaked you'll suckle your own remnants savoring the sweetness of the purest erotica... 

I'm a selfish fucking lover 

            only boldly dodging behind closed doors and slightly ajar curtains to lesbian finger fuck my love into pleasure maelstroms of her satisfaction breaking the dams of my mouth to hold the pressure I let her give way on my face every time she cums

*(baby feed me your juices)*

I'm a selfish fucking lover!

The broken

No one wants the broken.... Until we have grown beyond any situation and circumstance. Looking back during our prideful glides with humble spirits neither condemning the disbelief in your stare nor throwing the karma of victory in your face. 

No one wants the broken while our tears water our cement hearts into the green of earth understanding how to love again beyond the facetious situations you presumed the better but wrongful fit for you.  

No one wants the broken forgetting every tumble they themselves suffered hands unable to break the fall of faces crashing into pavements the disappointments of the "I guess nots" ravaging their peace. The retired broken dare not hold a hand out to the freshmen at broken university no courses held to heal.... Ahh but the new broken found techniques for healing beginning with a mirror called acceptance and dillgence powered with discipline. The newly broken was at no standstill. 

No one wants the broken with the beauty tarnished. No fix me ups welcomed in the land of faultlessness... There were too many blemishes to see through. Broken hearts can surely love you into loving yourself but this broken kept a steady stride along. 

In a land of double taps and retweets and s4s the broken became the ideology. Fixed up. Blemish free. Flaws in tact to perfection. Without boast the broken viewed their timeline of peeping Toms unrevengeful, but without mercy to celebrate the quandary astonished at her inveterate renewal. 

"Never confuse those who are always around you with those who are always there for you"

Adulterous

Sipping each note of pleasure off your body. The rhythms keyed to the page are all out of pattern...

The musicians look back with minds dancing on the piano keys melodically challenging  the autonomy 

"who wrote this"... 

The neighbors agree to this theme of insanity. Pleasure beyond meaning. Body submissions in our designed positions 

My back bared the scrapes of failed grips. Sunken into me the depth reached infinite inviting moans

Sipping each note of pleasure off your body.

Sipping each note of gratitude off your body

Sipping each note of owning her off your body. 

My pleasure surrendered to the high pitch notes I was no match for. My pleasure surrendered with the dampening explosion to your face

No trophy sufficient for this victory. Vivacious aggressions maintaining you in place for the pre-requisition courses. First course Bon appetite!

I swear I'll suck the damn scream out you with the buckle of your knees

Gluteus mouthfuls... rearing onto the tongue of punishment... submissions configured for flexibility. Tapping out does nothing for a chance at releasing. Dominating suctions with ass kisses and bites in every spot that tingles when you dream of me --- sexy tumbles into additional positions every script should read.

Your 69 failing to the conquer... don't you dare call her name

The tensions of suctions deepen

Creeping in lukewarm showers steaming in my arms against ceramic walls I deplore right into your desires

Tongue kissing every rendition to the meaning of your first middle and last name .... sessile grasps 

Uncommon love games and uncommon ways to physically love every section beginning with your crane---ium

No true rules exist in single love affairs

Threesomes evaded my 27 years with gratitude extended to my possessive, jealous, and selfish nature holding me captive to dominating in the solidarity of us

I dare not captivate our partner in the threshold of expeditious tongue tours; get your passport stamped here & every love chamber we enter

Sipping each note of pleasure off your body

Creating the pattern of 

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No being Mary Jane this addiction is incurable to those in denial for the amorous avidity welcoming the mania contributed to desiring this feast 

The "I like my cake & eat it too" but I love my cake & the way you eat it too. 

The Freeze

Colder in my approach

Ice cool waters

Visions blurred with ice chips

Niagara falls spat it's cold drips

Refreshing unclear minds

Unable to focus 

Answers unfounded

Scribbled on non existent bathroom walls

Empty and alone insomniac 

Enough body for substance 

Enough body to stun as garments unravel

Enough body to hide the void

An absent soul congruent to decrepit awaiting direct fulfillment 

Unfulfilled 

Rhyming and riddling my way out of exposing my conscience

Clear yet blurred with frost bitten eyelids... The tears frozen in their stance

They shall not flow here without valid reason

Bountiful conversations yielded. These roads had not been salted for this wintry mix

Everything at a stand still 

Leaves erased exposing barren branches to go without warmth 

Chipping at the ice and frost bitten memories

The grasp chilled unable to keep hold

Smitten with no mittens left the purr of sweet innocent kittens howling at the moon to heal ancestry souls of pain 

Wolves in their winter habitat seeking the prey

Wolves barren of their furs left to do nothing but cease the howl and pray

An Ode to the thighs. By my friend Mari

An Ode to the Thighs by Mari J. written w/ Miss Deniele

Grand structures with the strength to bring the masses to their knees

Firm in their stance, they mean business

Parting ways, they bring much pleasure

Catching curious stares from lustful eyes

Deep rhythm with every stride

Beginners could never catch the tune of this advanced song

Lyrics leaving listeners in an everlasting trance

Pillars to my temple, these thighs…

Gather the congregation:

Secretary present

President present

Vice President present

Let our meeting commence

Massive these legs drove them into the shades of the beat, the thighs collaging with hips and pelvic thrusts

Surrounded by world winds of melodic tunes palms grasping as the rhythm produced a call for stability…

The beginners surely couldn’t stay afloat this ride

They danced

They danced until the secretary turned pages in her typewriter

She was the poet of the night, escaping to the feel of every letter punched onto her sheet

Closing her eyes still she could see all notations necessary for this greet

The twang of their lips spoken with slight lisps matched the lyrics of this sultry soul poem

Amateurs anxiously attempt to catch the beat

Lightweights unable to handle the bass drum

Frustrated they couldn’t dance this dance “That must be forbidden”

No, see this here is for the veterans

Brave hearts that can withstand the hurricane strength winds and rain

Skilled riders for the authoritative thrust

Mock trials held and the most qualified candidate chosen

Meeting adjourned.

Whispering each bar, playing each note on key, never missing a step

Attached by what seemed like a magnetic pull

They danced

The song flowed freely through the temple halls, up the stairs and out the windows to be heard by hopeful recruits

Listen carefully and proceed with caution

See these thighs are for skilled musicians only

Remiss

I haven't felt this way

Whenever idk

Empty and pained

Blacking my avi for protest

Confessions unheard

I ache all day

I never want to love another again

I had just learned to love again

Tears of love, anger, pain, and confusion fist fighting to their escape

A dissolute inbox holds no weight when I once spoke the language to your heart

I want to leave my messages in your palms & your hearts beatbox

cellular airwaves are no place for the desired face to face

I care too much... you already left

Restricted revisitations 

Threats posed

a threat to your control

I let u control the volume to my headphones

only bumping your tune screaming "blood on the leaves"

The blood drips as the bass thumps

Veins exposed 

Chapters closed

Stuck in the novel was my nose

Every read addicts me with its dose

Every "it could be" confuses me with the struggle to compose

Myself

Strange fruit proving I can't hold my liquor

I can't hold my thoughts

My tongue moistening to regurgitate everything

Remiss

Endangering bystanders unable to withstand the ferris wheel's swift turns

"If you love me so much why'd you let me go"-Guilt Trip

Guiltly willingly stuck

Negligent starvations and selfish gains

You loved me so much you had to let me go

You have to let me go