A Letter to My Ex

I think about you daily... 

Then big pink eraser rid myself of those emotions..

Forever grateful for the stars you outlined when my faith in the solar system of love eliminated itself

The moon is in every loves eyes. 

Who ever doesn't stare into the radius of the glow is cowering

The brevity of my approach pieced us together when the summers peaceful breeze stole petals off sunflowers to rummage falls charisma into our limited favorite season

Chasing waterfalls through all the tender, love, and care

The season ended premature of its trimester

The vapor cleared 

Emptied of the imprisonment

I welcomed the released shackles 

I stopped in my procrastination

Without denial I know I took pieces of you

Unwilling you released your limitations

Limited in my hearts ability to give you parts of me I didn't earn back from karma

I selfishly let your walls crumble

I stole the bricks to build the wall between us

Retracting nothing 

I was the ace in spades

Counting the books blocked from reading your artistic creations

I found the art in you when your own light waited for mine to shine

Social media cant contain the secrets we never shared

Hey queen... forgive me

Void of additional apologies 

I promise I think of you daily

Confident your response will result in additional tears

I grappled my fears of spilling it into this blog

No love lost I have flogged my Leo tendencies

Mother Nature reassured me I was right to vacate

Unselfishly in need of your healing to be acquitted of me

The Banter of 2 Poets

But I need to experience you 

Many ways. Erotically, sensually, mentally, physically. I wanna explore you.  However you see fit.   as close and as deeply as you will allow. 

You have this aura that draws me in.  Even from across the room,  even in this imaginary fantasy world doing laps in my mind.creating sexcapades  creating visions , creating this tingling feeling between my legs. Thumping music ,bodies all around , you are tunneled out, foggy blurry everything  around you just a backdrop to the essence of deniele.  I'm trying to create revolutionary consumptions of you,  idolized dreams of you , create  creation by the touch of you. Yoni to yoni. Dome to dome. Body to body. Mind to mind. Poetry to poetry, energy to energy.

I want to cum for you. Make you cum for me,  lay on your breast,  lay between your legs,  talk poetry,  and life with you. And then cum again,  and again,  and again for you . Then cum together, and together, and together for us. And pick your mind,  learn about you,  suffocate myself with you.  I want to show you a ocean I don't think you swim in before.   I wanna show you my ordanments  , I wanna show you how mother nature and the universe could have birthed a mind, and a soul like me.  Then I want to pull you into my web of light,  and cumming , and writing,  and learning,  and go as deep into you,  as intertwined,  as open as you can be with you.  So that I can explore every part of you.

Wet. It's own island. In response to the voyage. The sailor sought. Sailors cuss. Only to express. How emphatically the desire the treasure. 

How emphatically the desire the treasure.  The sailor shall continue to cuss.  For this treasure is beyond abundant and robust.knocking against the wave,  be sure not to dround  ,just let the treasure guide you through the sea .

I'll let you sleep.  But I'll creep into your dreams.  I'm pulsating,  vibrating above you through you.each level of sleep I'll be there,  awaiting you. Text me when you get up.

Chilling,  ice cold baby.  Chilling to it's core, cleared the heat.  I can see  your breathe in the cold,  60°degrees.  With the lesson of a lesson. I can be your obsession,  but we chilling,  stay chilling  stay ice cold baby. Keep your heart warm and open.  It may surprise you, may delight you.  We both fresh out,  we can lean on each other, maybe this poetry can guide you. But we chilling,  stay chillin stay ice cold baby.

10...10 ×10=100 

My intention of experiencing you is 1-10...100

So sincere. So sincere that the S could have surrendered to me,  the I could indefinitely irradicate you,  the N was never ending and signified my soul., the C was for the poetry calling me to you,  the E for the exceptions of the length I would go ,  there is none, the R for  revolution,  E for the exotic mutilations,  explanations,  suffocation I hope to surrender to from you.

Intentionally stuck in the aromas of challenge & desire

Newly sparked curiosities slow churned in the pot 

Trending in my thoughts is the dance of each unsaid stanza 

Erotically awoken between each punctuation

Nibbling at the taste of passion

Submissive surrenders to the suffocation between two artists

Evening out the moistures thick air as imaginations tackled potential canvases 

Aromas of challenge inconceivably eating me. I'm inconceivably eating the challenge,  and swallowing desire. I'm beyond curious  , mentally losing the fundamentals of composure.  The pot boils,  the flame heightened, juices began to overflow,  and flow,  and flow.  Then drip,  gush  then overflow. Each stanza unsaid will be said,  and all that will be left is the naked truth. Bearing many fruits .Erotically  charged and each bondage, karma sutra,  thrusting feeled moments to come.  Licking,  biting at this thirst for passion .

Link between artists holding on this irratic aggressively gentle being like it's going out of fashion. 

Festive

Sing Christmas carols with your tongue until my walls come down like santas chimney

Embrace my holiday spirit shredding this birthday suit with your desirous engagement 

Scramble all your thoughts in the puzzle pieces of power my thighs capture you in 

Rummage with finesse into my candy coated g... as I grip your spots for composure 

Suckle every drip until I coat every vocal cord with my focal gratitude 

Collect your gratuity as the indicative bells jingle to the glutton of our appetites

Let me capture your thickness as my tongue welcomes every inch... of your integument

Grasping... eradicating all wrapping for ginger bread skin tone treats with nails digging deep as this passion runs

My dominance submissive to your lack of chatter... appetite = the beasts... the cream = the beauty 

Intense

Intentionally stuck in the aromas of challenge & desire

Newly sparked curiosities slow churned in the pot 

Trending in my thoughts is the dance of each unsaid stanza 

Erotically awoken between each punctuation

Nibbling at the taste of passion

Submissive surrenders to the suffocation between two artists

Evening out the moistures thick air as imaginations tackled potential canvases 

Untitled... April 27, 2016

Subtly reneging into displaced bracketed corners
The deepest moments
I couldn't find a place for me to go
The snow embellished me cold in the corners of spring
Jacketing me in the warmth of Mother Nature
Flu like emotions embellished and dancing
Being the wingman to the anxiety
Moving through the crowded corridors of discomforts club scene
Unable to grasp her loving
The depths escaped the deepest of poets

I would write our story out of sync
To get the track playing smoothly in our motion

A broken heart the symbol of a broken harp
The song dismantled before the airwaves received its vibe
She could sip the bloody cognizance from its blank void

Released... Oct 2016

I felt her soul leave
     in each tremble
I captured her soul releasing
     in each tremble
Relentless
Her snores
     were symphonetic
What's a tongue twister if you're not tied up in her lips
Promising
Grateful
Tasteful
The melancholic release

Wh*te

Wh*te

End of the night the bludgeonous banter receded

The night life has dimmed my curiosities 

They fell into the moons obscene dimensions; no relevant exposures for lenses to capture 

She rambunctiously reiterated her purpose

Purposefully awaiting a thirst quenching

The cocoa tasted pure

The lips creased and harmonies ceased 

The night was recreated behind closed lids 

Her dreams shattered 

Inclination

Disposition. 

She spent the day traveling her thoughts 

Waiting to taste his lips and lick every cylinder of his anatomy 

Guiding her into joint passions

She's been a sex slave in meditation

Ready to evacuate the retrospect

Her womanly powers will dominate

Every masculine pulse his virility beats

Warm. 

Floating on sun drifts

The rays tingled the core of her womanly gateways

Goosebumps faded as her shades of melanin glowed

Flushed with rising temperatures moisture slowed the drought

Wet. 

Soaked in the waters

Raging calmly with fingers dipping into the dampness

Swallowing from her tongues anticipation for exchanged rhythmic tastes

The sultry demands were increasing

With every dip into the lap for oral decadence

The synergetic composition between the two

Brought uncharted adventures beyond fantasy 

Ready. 

Awaiting the entry 

Eyes shut

He inched his way in unknowing of his lovers limits

Desires danced from daydreams

Her nipples pearled anticipating suction

Hardened at the clitoris 

Mental arousal tore away the shackles of restrictions

A ride awaited deploring synchronized motions

For every six there was a nine exchanged 

The Quest

I fell in love once

Got dammit that bitch hurt

Bruised with confusion 

Anger tripping over every pebble

I damn near kicked my teeth out

I fell in love once

And that bitch played me

She was no female dog

She was a venomous vixen

Unknowing of her own potential

Love wasn't uttered for likes

No social media taps

I scrolled down her bitter hallways

Bandaging the leaking walls

Still love fucked me up

I fell in love once 

The knock out bells rung

It was love at first sight

After all, it is sought 

No remedies could be bought 

To repair my wounds from this mother fucker

Dammit! 

Can you hear me?!?

I fell in love once!!

I fell in love with the play

Every unscripted moment my soul decayed

Becoming vacant to my own true self

This bitch had me pleasing to get myself

OFF 

(No masturbation)

Off of my rocking chair of denial 

I was lost in glimpses of her memory

Senile to my identity

I was a blank canvas for her rigid artistry

I fell in love and dammit I said I'd never fall again

But are we not newborns to life

Feet and legs wobbling 

Until our handle bars transform

Every time I got a handle on life

That bitch love shoved her way down my wind pipe

I couldn't breathe in her presence

For love is actually female

Femininely aggressive she outwitted my every check mate

My soul lost its breath

My feet rummaged empty clouds

Nine entire routes I paced in my mind

Trying to figure love out

Is she real?

How cunning of her

Taking my every attribute for granted

Who am I kidding?

I stand no chance against the invisible demon

I fell in love once

Still I'm addicted to falling again

What's the big deal?

Part of the comments show that the issue begins with the same hatred and lack of understanding passed down from other parents etc. People automatically and historically have associated homosexual men and women with being extremely sexual beings; only having the ability to physically express their attraction for the opposite sex.

Many people use their bible as their thesis and argument against the idea of homosexuality being wrong Vs right; you know the same Bible used against slaves to teach them the white mans Jesus. No one wants to see normalcy in accepting people from all walks of life because we have been taught to be discriminatory against anything we were instructed was wrong.

The world is now seeing corporations finally defend the ignorance that has been embellished in our minds against racism, sexism, discrimination, and down right fear that one day their child could be "gay". I heard the argument "it's not Disneys place to teach children not to be gay". Just like it wasn't Disneys place to have a long run for teaching little boys and girls that only Caucasian children could be prince and princesses. My entire statement is that people are afraid of change. Their sexuality is almost challenged by the exposure and recognition of homosexuality and their fear for their "poor children" is being a part of a changing generation. Children aren't  born racist and sexist. There is no confusion on Disneys part if they display this message (which I've often heard isn't happening).

The confusion is on the parents part because they teach them fear, subconscious hate, and use the Holy Bible in their defense. People associate sin with everything they declare unjust or wrong, but no one is pointing the finger at themselves. Forcing heterosexuality onto children by sheltering them is the same message in reverse if someone feels you can force homosexuality on children by watching a gay message.

Let's continue to teach our children violence and hate works and lack of self-respect by allowing their minds to be exposed to the rest of the trash on our communication broadcasts.

May 26th 2016.... a freewrite

Totally complete and in sync with core necessities
A yard sale treasure, they threw you away uneducated of your value
You reminded me of ancient floral patterns
I arrived as the solemn bandit... Affectionate and attentive to everything you had been lacking
The luster was restored to your smile as was my faith that the pronoun and verb of love had not died

She died... The selfless lover... Over time
Remotely engaged and vague with her willingness to give up her hold on herself
For after all, she just found it
Yet engaged and enthralled the passion remained available and cooled on a bed of ice
The Leo chose love and the happiness of every alternative but her life

Unequivocally insatiable
Unpronounceable verbal cues of unfaithfulness
Formerly inserted wholeheartedly vacant of selfless
The interlude to every procession
Inevitably distracted and detached from the quakes of mourning the loss of love
Lost out of love... Vacant of falling with the off switch jammed in place

Artists eyes

There's always an escape in an artist's eyes
Its the eyes that position their guarded story
Those same eyes writing, drawing, and painting
Everyone else's pain and glory
Stories untold with the boldness of
"I dare you to find out"
Your dare is accepted
The exception for breaking my 2016 fast
From simple engagements
Inspiring challenges of creations
This a dope piece for the dope pieces
You've rendered to my possession
Possessive and protective the lioness screeches in her stance
Once you release the canvas
Our stories can meet for their dance

Triad... 3 phases of dining

Wake up in the morning... Morning after stretch sex but the sexual intimacy conclaves

The physical intimacy taunted chess castles of raging hormones

The mental fuck exceeded the touch of passions tossed tassel

Pleasure had graduated with a masters emasculated in her aromas desire

There's so much more than sex. Until the air was so thick it couldn't breathe

The melanin pussy's flavors jammed up... Even floss couldn't break way for the rivers to flow

Her tongue was so thick and tasteful the boast calmed between the galloping twists 

Things halted!!! 

Creativity bust through its platonic doors pastel painting thee entire fucking scene under the ring of each other's mental moans. 

Exchanges glistened into the nights thundering eyes as the painted pictures ceased growth

Patience's timeline in its prime challenged the 2016 lesbian expectancy

Guarding broken hearts and reestablished faith she stared into the deep of the ones eyes

Her partner waited for the right time

It would be unfair to desire a wall broken unless I broke each brick down with you. 

At This Moment

Sierra Leone was no match

The fire trail tore down the forest of her getaway

Silk told no matching stories of her skins fertility

Nations carried, cradled, and embraced 

Mahogany skin journeys

From abuse to adoration

The tasteful berries were sweeter for the blacker berry

Traditions broken down

Step show captivating vocal challenges easily met

Walls obliterated as her walls shuddered

The pain and pleasure crescent entry ways bore centuries of forbidden fruit

The glory of the melanin queen became the desirous fascination

Unfastening the belts to reality

Big moons and blue waters full of seaweeds and 

Cleopatra fixed herself as the mirror mimicked holey panty hose 

The alpha and the omega gifted to her grip 

The pyramids shattered every prism of physicality

The artist worked her gifts to the grips of her canvas

Pages deplored and card boarded browns lost the edges

The love no longer free for the fathomed ex lovers

Her challenges existed with growth

Detaining herself from under others control

Brought her to the lost and found 

Lost from complacency 

Found in queendom 

The percussion strummed the guitar strings of her ability

The single deplored action of plan a, b, and c

Mockingbirds had no match for her melody

Mocking her turned into glorifying the paradise in her every scar

Surreal in the beach of her skin

Vacation came so close to the foundation of her love

Unmatched and kept the explosion expounded

The water main broke 

Drenched 

Skies unfolded

She bonded

Her stand screamed

The most silent of confidence

She drove her depths into the core of the oceans 

Unending glories 

Her lips beat every cherry Chapstick wholesale

Smiles rearranged every wrinkle into perfection

Irreplaceably the foundation

The shadows were of pure white

Untouched virginity

No one able to capture her innocence's essence

The writer lost track of the attempted pages 

Society's fool played every part

Her juicy unfolded lips bore it all

The hearts broken rights between her thighs cried

Disadvantaged with mutant super powers 

The softness of her hardened sensitivity

Often misunderstood

Companionship drove away the demons

Arisen came the freedom

She was the worlds treasure

Her skin held miles of glory

Tattooed stories were mediocre art to her creations

At this moment 

the melanin 

screamed silent dispositions

Banter thinned 

Vapor clouds withdrew 

Back

The lungs breath re-conceived

The extorted underrated

Gems 

Rescinded

The quiet storm

Shyly silenced the doubts

The throne occupied by her grace

A melanin story so satisfactory

Even the writer bit her lip

 

 

Melanin Entree

Melanin---The Entrée

The calm... The storm has never been this peaceful 
The clouds clapped and roared into the soothe of your stroll 
Your voice violated every prism of my belief
Unprepared for the obesity of your peace…

Structures favored umber profiles collaborating pleasures and flavors of "come here"

I came closer... 

Slow dancing in your scent pressed to your chest my lips crowded your beginnings 
We begun our "two lovers lost" journey 
The VIP section sanctioned off

The mental roadblocks 
Redirected the opinions back to their owners
Fuck what they have to say!!

We sipped...

Running the script and directing the play 
Of every painted scene I crafted with my words

The role play…

Your lips slid into the dm of my private quarters 
I let you submit to my control as I vanished in your feminine dominance 
Demonstrations of you as my new canvas

Fell short

I had to flip the format

Bold'ed and italic'ed 

You stuck out for the duration of the ride

Riddles and rhythms you motioned your cultivation

Explosions to my face

Embracing redundant captures of your sex

A throats swallow echoed down the hallways chambers

Walls shuttered and shattered into rainbows

From the fall of you as my Melanin Goddess

Palms found their placement

The velvet… the red… the silk…

Under garments stacked against ebony skin

Patiently caressing the seconds on the time clock

Expediting pleasures rainfalls… the drool matched the desire

Dabbing at the fragments of gratification stains

Blank canvas’ full as the cycles enveloped compassion's testimony

Her eyes= the picnic of romances getaway

Lightly… touches filled with the ratification of passions thrusts

Promises between tongues of urgency

Each kiss shared bold knowledge quests

The past of bygones vanished

The entrée packed of melanin surprises

The erudition of your literature became the perfect read for a new season.