Shea butter

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See I fucked her with grace

Maneuvering each grain

Massaged handfuls no longer defamed

I ate her while watching the sweat glisten down her face

I lusted past the prefix

Jumped ahead of the preface

Had the introduction in a chokehold

Warmed up the plot 

Turned up the burner under the setting

Remedying the conclusion

As I watched each page of her walls

Crumble, shutter, and evolve

Drenching the coated skin of my chin

I made love to her new endings beginnings

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I traveled each country every time her eyes rolled back

Taking flight her womanhood as soft as the clouds in the sky

Voluptuous thighs 

Sinking into her skin 

My venomous bite love spelling my prey

Smoothly melted 

Sealing the covenant

Naturally fulfilled 

Her body thoroughly supervised 

Clocking in and out of her moans on time 

Shea butter complexion 

Check mate from her soul to her skin 

Stage Fright

Traditionally

I'd grapple the opportunity

Cognizant of the blasphemy

Unbeknownst to subjective drama

Taking aim at the goal

I told her I'd write for her

Yet it all fell silent

I stumbled trying to position

Articulate definitive extensions of my emotions

I fell short of

Impressing the others 

Knowing she was the write

Poets conjoined

Thoughts trickled 

Inflammatory pages flipped into the microphone

Dashing each listener

Visually taunting their ability to recreate

The beauty undescribed

Attempted descriptions 

Partially selfish

I fell silent

Clinging to my beauty

Maintaining the virginity of our love 

Yet here were the listeners

The critics of the compass

Positioning their focus 

To determine what kind of love we held

I told her I'd take a chance at the podium

Breaking my virgin poetry stage fright

For I had conquered the fear or freely loving

Past your typical induglence 

Accepting vulnerability's promise

Exposing the very shield of disposition

Guaranteed to grapple

The attentions of the artists...

The attention of the bystanders

The attention of my heart beat

Controlling the mic

Now presenting...

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Body

6/27/14


Hips of a Nations finest jewels carrying the away

Body of power

The worst

Capture

Persuasion

I want camera phones and Polaroids 

I wanna sticky tab our pictures memories inside endless digital photo books 

Fast fowarding the whats your favorite color inquiries

my certainty is concerned with understanding your favorite feeling

all plans for reciprocation and duplications forever without exhaustion

Passion and intensity

"passion and unaltered, demanding, passion. i love it. every piece. couple with serenity"

The adventure and dance between the passion and intensity== each kiss coupled with the serenity of my sweet doings

demanding all unaltered 

multitasking betweens your tongues attention and your soakness expedition

thighs dripped

the gateway into the soul opening doors

sealing the deal; penetrating the shield

Mastur ing alone

6/13/14

In love. I often fall back into places my memory tried to cave in in preparation of nights like this. My cunning beautiful love song adrift for temporary trips I've succumbed the I'm afraid more than once to the touch of my own hands. Prepping myself for indulgence unable to compare to your aggression

Lost files in my libidos memory, I'm playing my own self inspired moans on repeat.
No one there to pull my hair, and wet my sheets
Yet there's a indescribable need for me to feed a sensation created by the thought of you
Fingertip massages in secrets places
I've become selfish in my naked celebrations

Selfishly clinging to your scents. Your side of the bed unoccupied my hands occupied to make my little lady into a cream pie only you rightfully understand how to enjoy this good meal. A good feel... you've transformed my horny rants into satisfied grants

Tamikas heart

10/6/13

You were just a late night daydream a haunting in my head. Just a mere predator of my inner thoughts; Then there you were in my bed. Inside me for the second time the lust I could not defeat. Gently massaging my soul, aggressively fucking my pussy.....

I j- 

I ju- 

I jusssssssssst!!!!!! 

Mmmmmmmm 

Hhhhhhhh *exhales*

I just can't shake you off. 

You going in deeper, my feelings getting steeper. 

I don't know how we even got here but the next exit reads: Tamikas Heart

To be continued.... 

Tamikas heart said sex. I need you. Sex I don't have to have you. My heart spoke sex down to the physical invading every mental chartered seclusion you thought you could hide

The premise spoke to the goosebumps formed hives on my side I side eyed my days for keeping me captive from you

I choked. Not only your throat but I smoked you exhales to inhale the depths of you

You just just came to a handle for me

Smoking your exhales to inhales the depths of you. I went dear from your screams. I've never imagined pleasure to this degree so I winked to get deeper leaving physical to be discovered with trickery anatomy I wanted to say hello into the soul of enough techniques to intrigue me

You came, Seen And conquered. 

My body. 

Covered in your graceful anatomy you showered me . Unraveling it's greatness Your juices flowed down my legs. So uniformly like a stream, fast like a river it's impact like a waterfall. I bathed in your sea hoping to drown

Drown between my lips we share the essence of our juices conjoining for endless tastes within the limits of our space ive delivered you out of the space enclosed between these shelves. I waited long to have a library sequence adding in my cost arts butter Rican and southern peach glazed honeys to join the fun

I gazed in awe at the numerical pleasures. The fuzz from her peach nicely trimmed. You exploring her within. Tug of war thoughts, to watch or to join. I play con Bonita señorita. Her foreign moans pretty hair. Round butox. It was good for what it was. Lasting fun. 

What it was turned into what it could be. Tbc

What it could be turned into what is was.... Let's talk about what it is

Let's talk about what it is. What is this..We, us, or simply you and I. I can't fathom how we got here. You stole my mental, crept into my bed and found your way to my heart. But what are we, what is this? Hmmmmm where do I start? Do we share the same romantic thoughts Or are we nothing,  mistaking situations because lust is involved. You won you got me, all of me. My mind, my body and my soul. What is this? are we something or was taking over me just another one of your goals.

What is this? The tic for tac the fall breeze scorched by summer never leaving. I wonder what is this; confusion flailing me down my attention is caught so is my heart in a massacre of lust and lost love wondering what are we. We began in what seems an ice just a few months with a few strokes losing rhythm the strokes turned aggressive and cold the seasons dabbling about their zodiacs and I just fell all in the trap of your charisma

Same sex... No labels

For women that are truly attracted to the same sex there is no true reasoning on why ... they just are. There should be no reasoning as well as its just as difficult for someone that's "heterosexual" to say why they're attracted to the opposite sex. You don't know why; you just are. Both can describe how same/opposite sex relations can make them feel physically, emotionally, mentally etc. However, it's just their preference. For men and/or women who are "scorned" that explore their curiosities... well that's a different conversation. Some people get broken from previous relationships, which doesn't necessarily take away from their "lable" however it could be a cry for that attention.

"Bi-curious" women/men will often leave a bad taste in the mouth of the "seasoned gay"