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