Friday, August 21, 2015

Control

Kisses of sin
Moist lips prior to the drenching of her womanly storm
Openly she escorted herself down the hallways of her passion chamber
Her finger tips positioned for exploring her moans
Her heart beat and skipped to the pace of her intuition
Her knowledge and experience deliberately poised challenges 
Groans erupted and moans soothed her doubts
The rhythm quilted the vibe of getting familiar

Beyond attractions awkward curiosity
Her sensitivity showed her tongues travel through cracks and spinal traces
Were punctilious

Shuddered 
She dreamt gratification in color and in rhyme
She closed her eyes
Her teeth sunk into lips as she sunk into her skin
The power of her grasp grappled the goosebumps trickled down her throat
Verifying her certification 

Fucking beauty… star struck her ass to the core
Between her gasps she filled the hallways and pillows
With non social media mentions

There's a few vacancies filled 
Controlled by a tongue for chocolate
 A taste for almond shaped lids and lips of fire
The signs battle of the bands as each lover attempted domination

Kisses of poison cured the sinful adjustment
The pussy lips balanced on even equations of her face
If x minus y equals the square root of her passion
Then x is anxious and y is desire
Sequential inquiries between parted tips
Fingers nails dug and drifted
Breasts canopied her cheeks and nostrils 
Every mango snacked wedge flavorfully immersed her tongue

Admiration coveted and controlled 
Daydreams turned sequels
Driving directions into flights
Balconies into open sex rooms
Lesbian lovers into visuals
Evacuated heart realms with vacancies temporarily filled
She wrote
She painted
She dialogued

The lease on separation expired 
Hands explored below every dress
Addressing her lack of control
Dreaming aloud self pleasuring before the awaiting lover
She came gushing... extraditing parts of her sex soul

Monday, August 3, 2015

Revision


Deeply engaged beyond the idea "of" adoring endless rambles w/o purpose
Flawlessly expressing intent
She understood love cannot be explained by simple implications

... she was my type

Showing up to the party doubts sweaty walls invaded
Contaminating concepts of 
"I care too fucking much"
Blistering her tongue from the heat of passion with poison holding her back
Poisoned misconceptions of how to invest in trust 
Retiring the ancient muse 
And non fiction tired love stories

They said mix it up
Doubts walls sweated out its new do
Stripping the concealer
Canvas' vacant from forced make overs
Made over and constantly embellished with tremors
Contaminated sweaty walls stripped of its shadow wallpaper
Layered fire hazards the floors shrunk beneath her feet
The horn of disbelief woke her from her bookshelved loves sleep
The Indian in this cupboard gathered the jury

The hearts plaintiff called out with pointed fingers accusing the muse 
Expecting a life sentence of love with new beginnings
She trespassed into the lovers dungeon
Dark, damp, lightening bolts of conjugated love attempts lit the sky

Admiration set in due to a charm that was completely compelling
She thought 
"She's beautiful" but she 
knew that before they spoke
Redundant themes of condoning empty loves cycles was played out
Infractions of purity and certitude were welcome to blossom in this garden

You have to weed out the trespassers
Understanding every love interest isn't more than an extended date
Engulfed and entrapped in the freedom of their escape
The new lovers exhaled with understanding

Sometimes you are right for the wrong person