Channel Orange

Escaping lonely corridors 

Was like telling empty to fill up

On the budget of heartless love

Stained in the hallways of forgotten

She was the only remedy unlikely present

Hazed before sun flares and glares 

Shadows cooled the air 

Warmly chilling the atmosphere 

She was the pink matter and Sierra Leone 

Pressure diamonds plucked right from the earths core

Admittedly the contraction of limbs pain

The arthritis to the persevering 

Ahead of the mining she chose

Palaces of seclusion

Every moment stayed past its invitation

Protection vacant in exposure

Prevailing before her solemn nature

No one heard the wolf croon

Every moon zombied her expectations 

Risen into the dark and facetious ahead of promise

The night lit entrances 

Crowded by partitioned doorways 

Eyes shut to dream the revelation 

No parables descriptive for her condition 

Cold lukewarm soldier of passion 

Love thrusting it’s lust with no justice

Pyramids formed their place in history 

“Without “ became the condition 

Over the counter held no position 

Underwhelming it all became 

She was elusive amongst the crowds of modernity 

Blending without the appropriate tutorial

She was the gift 

Unable to be acquainted with the right reader

She crept heavily to avoid the hyenas 

Scrounging for prey she became the hunter

Tucked into her story along the high rise

To promiscuous personalities 

Left on the road of battered feet 

She was the overlooked to the oblivious

Rotten into their settlement 

Easily pitying the peasants unknowing of truth

Hotel signs flickered

Temporary visitors headed to check out

Access cards revoked promptly 

She landed in the clouds every time

For she wasn’t good enough for self

Tasting doubt every lick to her lips

Commanility drained her vibe from her hips

She sipped the cognac of the dating scene

Tipsy off the missing substance of quality. 

Sold... And now short

These prisms

Shackled and closed to every gateway

To escape was unlike the lion to shy away

Facing bearded dragons 

That sported their wisdom with pride

She was constantly attacked by the feelings that were set aside

Prisoner

Was her shortened identification 

Gentrified

Amongst the most unusual population 

Visitation 

Limited to those simple seeking ratification 

With confirmation it was confirmed

She was stuck, abolished, and unheard

The smallest voice seeking 

Only to be revealed she lost all touch with what was once known as her herd

Boiled, bagged, sold, and profited 

Everything for the buyers to auction

Highest bidders were faded into the dust and dusk

For every shadow was of the saddened war

Continuously battling with the forces within

Letting go of the brim to whim

Accepting what wasn’t and what is

She knew she’d be trapped until she forfeited being what was needed for more than the soul within. 

Preference

Something about a thick woman

Dripping her lusciousness for me to savor 

Vividly above any slander

She is the prime picking of choice for juicy flavor 

Appreciative down to the curves of her feet

Her temple the epitome of peace

Scavenger hunts every time her lips usher me

Into conversations... devoting to her words of intimacy

There’s no risk in rhyme and scattered orders

I’ll take my turn to match her lightening with my thunder 

Doused by the flame of my muses flaunter

I’m as gullible to her attention like a fly to apple cider vinegar

There is something about a thick woman 

Dripping her lusciousness for me to savor 

Appreciating the mental before every plunge 

Soaked into her anatomy... with her grace I am the sponge 

They say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice

I count every curve dripping from my succulent muse

She is the prime picking of choice for juicy savor

Always ripe her fruit never expires

There is something about a thick woman

Mishandling her demands beyond her limitation 

Never barren of my ability to conquer 

I douse my lips with all of her unread quality literature

I’ll read novels every time my tongue dances along her body
Missing no spots as long as she holds steady
Flexibility challenges simple in the moment of lust
Loving every piece into a devour afloat her grunts. 

Playing with charm>> starring clueless

The past had so much charm

I was no match for it’s masculinity 

The former had so much damage

I was no match for the potential promise I thought 

everything was 

Tasting me off of his shaft

The sweetness of me tingled my taste buds from the brush of his tongue

I loved the lust becoming the adjective of our sex’s run on sentence

I rubbed off the cob webs of desires stowaway 

Loosely throwing all my chips in for the gamble

Losing hand after hand my Vegas night club shut down my hearts doors

Business licenses revoked... staffing bought out

Mistakenly losing every permit to think I could outwit the obvious

Hesitant every time I attempted to destroy the cognitive photo album of us

I left my secrets on his doorsteps

Always walking in line two steps behind

Eyes focused on cellular screens hidden for privacy

Asleep at the wheel every time we fornicated indulgently 

The weekend began after every “wyd” text

My sorrows held no premise facing my immature foolishness 

I write for every heart break from a heart throb gone sour

I write for every pump fake and every crossover

Live streaming in my memories to this highly tuned in broadcast

I was the remote, DVR, and high definition with Duracell batteries to last 

Yet I got lost trying to keep up disoriented in facilitated premonitions

This dusted off vinyl skipped killing my songwriter vision

The past had so much charm

Running from my subliminal insights and before’s smack into lies glass-door.  

My dear you deserve orgasms and laughter

My dear you deserve orgasms and laughter

Laughter til your organs tie in knots

Sporting loves six pack as a verb 

Knees tingling and butterflies metamorphosis before your souls eyes

Hands clapping to your solo debut of your smiles rhythms 

Dimples projecting their light onto our drive thru theatre 

A Love Jones medley every time the film replays

Laughing before the serious game of our performance 

Never alone in the haze of our sunflower ordinance

My dear you deserve orgasms and laughter

Bellows turned to gasps and smothered moans turned to hollers

Nibbles turned to chokes and breathless turned into screams

Iron rods and head boards gripped during your release

Mouths dry until I fill your ocean with my juices

Retiring doubts participating in endless pensions

Chests pound as I lunge into your womanhood 

I’m the artist of choice for capturing your morning wood

Stenciling graphic art for our sex gallery

Fiery sage lighting your every sky with ease in this storm of me

My dear... you are always deserving of laughter and orgasm

As your soul mate I’ll expire every soul tie your memory can’t bare to fathom

Divergence

Headaches loom and travel 

Causing disoriented visions and control loss 

Tunnels emerge a sense of reality 

Confirming the ability and actuality to feel

Remorse grows gaps in vacant lots

Disdain increases tumorous dislocated cells

Battleship wars ensued every time we kept an arrangement 

Setting up in the mine fields to play our wicked game

I possessively am aggressive when claiming my property  

Certifying the connection of our hidden explosions

Thankful for every time I travelled abroad your wisdom

Discontent every time the high of your peak faded

Rapidly ambitious toying with my nerves of being yours again

Our toxic rhythms ruined every record

Arguing the correct person ahead of reconciliation 

Mimicking the good days before every squabble 

Fear setting in around immutable partitions. 

Spilled Milk can't clean itself up... it will mold

Some of you give your haters so much praise you force the ones that support you to keep their distance. Stop crying over spilled milk. Kindergarten is a stage of life; Not forever. Your tantrums are not appreciated.

There's nothing more unattractive than someone whimpering about those that don't support them. We scream and cry to be surrounded by positive energy; yet these are the same folk amplifying negative energy in every message they spew. Why would I want to support someone that can't focus on bettering their craft to move forward? I have a slew of friends pushing their movement and producing amazing work from art, to chef, to clothing, to lipstick, to music, to DJ'ing, opening businesses, etc. The list goes on. I support these people. Not because I HAVE TO but because I WANT TO. I wont rock and support your brand when you cannot brand yourself and be above the situations you made it out of.

Rants are unattractive for business. When you're giving attention to what can't grow you... scratch that. We can all grow from negative situations. However, when you're on a path to greatness and you remember to kick everyone that didn't enhance your growth by saying "good job; I'll buy into your movement" you're slowing your own progress and dehumanizing the very beauty of your craft. EVERYONE WILL NOT CHEER FOR YOU! And they DON'T have to! 

Who am I to speak on it right? I am guilty of saying another writer or poet was subpar. I remember that I too am subpar in someone else's eyes and they wont support the artistic beauty I see in my words and my thoughts. That is OK!!! It took years for me to develop my angle and truth. There are so many things I didn't post on the journey of sharing who I feel I am. I was surrounded by peers that didn't always hear me or read my words. BUT GUESS WHAT? I learned from those people... They motivated me... Hell, they were even the muse to many of the things I've posted. 

What I'm trying to say is SHUT THE HELL UP and LISTEN to the beauty of success as you live it. BE YOU! DO YOU! GROW YOU! SUPPORT YOU! But stop feeding into the drama before you lose the very castle you've built.

Peace! <3 

Inquisition

Til your body gets weak

Those were the days of slurred speech

Sliding down my thigh 

It wasn’t mine 

It’s always yours

Solo whipping my whip on your conquest

The rainbow spilled its piquancy

Empty drawers tossed 

The salad full of organic ingredients 

Conveniently being the spoiler 

I provide the conclusion to your every wonder

The energy was so thick 

Matching your tongues impressions

Surrendering to your suction

Auctioning a glimpse into our section 

All third party invitees VIP

Beginning every finish 

The ignition without push to start

Slow crawling... the tease to your covet

They’re all curious to the lesbianism

Literature for their self pleasure 

Labor Haul

When I was your 9-5 ... ...hours were cut

Quickly transitioned to your part time lover

Interning for less than minimum

Waging the promotion of your heart based on availability

I misunderstood the position

Applying with all the right credentials

My cover letter grabbed your attention

Perplexed in house hires awaited

Mistakenly I thought those roles expired

Assumptively bold I ensured I wasnt the overlooked candidate

Salary of confusion outweighed the expectations

Deceptively attacked by unfound contracts

My mother warned me about failing to read the small print

Employee surveys exposed my dissatisfaction

I tapped into the database about anullment

Removing myself from stagnant employment

I exited as being just your weekend call out list

Single Mother

I had to choose to heal

Over and over again

I had to fight 

When my hands lost the battle

I had to pray

When I lost sight of religion

I had to cry

When I thought my tears dried up

I had to be brave

When the shadows closed in

I had to swim

To make it out of the worlds defeating toxic oceans

I had to achieve

When the odds were against me

I had to laugh in the face of self doubt 

When the entire world was watching

I had to be strong

When I ached in anguish and uncertainty

I had to choose

When my soul was lonely and empty

I had to relinquish

When I wanted to cling to what broke me

I had to be a voice

When others were unspoken
I had to be a role model
When I saw shattered pieces in my reflection

I had to deliver

When the odds crippled my tides currents

I had to hold her

When the family circle was broken

I had to deliver

When focusing on her future achievements 

I had to make a choice

To provide as a single mother cast under the love spell of my child's potion.

The runner speaks

I think it’s time for me to make it up to you

Make up for those that couldn’t condone you

Make up for shortcomings and splinters abroad the wooded ship destined for self worth

Make up for the lost words between phone clicks

Make up for every kiss missed to both sets of lips 

Make up for every time you wondered if I missed you 

Make up for every weekend my overtime shift kept me from giving you my over time sex gifts

Make up for every time you closed your eyes to nightmare

Make up for every gasp between breaths I didn’t capture

Make up for every straddle I missed when I slept away our pheromones 

Make up for every time I didn’t notice your new lipstick and nail color

Make up for every night you couldn’t be in my cuddle

Make up for every time you risked a heel leaping over puddles

Make up for every slow jam your disc drive skipped through 

Make up for every date I couldn’t make 

Make up for every time I broke away from your devised expectations

Make up every time the vanity of my heart reflected back into your uncertainty 

Make up for every insecurity I didn’t wipe away

Make up for every time I didn’t expose how much I yearn to relish in your dessert before I’ve had breakfast 

Make up for every time you didn’t understand what I meant when I lent out pieces of me too afraid to let you control my being with such closeness

I got lost trying to postpone this feeling of intrigue past the introductions. I get caught up in speech with the consistency of you in my space... face to face I dive right into your lips giving you just enough to cling to my tongue... I run in opposing directions entertaining the chase... I want you to come into me cumming for me the way you desired power to feel. I won’t bullshit you another minute if you let me make up for everything thing you didn’t feel once immaturities innocence faded. I’ll drown in your waters until you throw me a life vest if you accept me as the only fish in your sea. 

I’m a 2 Disc R&B lover

Listening and engaged to your fav expired reruns

Waiting for a break in your remote controls

Mentally picturing the flows

Examining every note to your mixtape finds

Tasting away your stressful days

Climbing into your eyes closure

Melodically performing to your vixen captures

You’re my weekend, holiday, and midnight snack

Objectively entertaining pleasures game 

Escaping and properly ordaining your temptation 

I’m the squeeze between your thighs at your desks shadow

Improvising my captivation 

Festively creating positions my tongue only knows for you

Curtains protected your image

But submission is exposure

Your wetness is the perfect charm to my flirtations 

Taking my time with every fracture  of you

“Girl with the tattoo” dancing on your eardrums 

Imposing your surrender past your limits

Cleaning you with rambunctious deliberations

I miss no portions of my favorite meal

I’m the party favor to your 90s jam scene 

You had tequila

I was your shot of Hennessey

Top shelf as I topped your expectations 

Soothing the cool between sessions 

Interceding your questions 

My lips only allow the words prohibited in sanctuaries

My capture venomous to my prey

Dimming the lights 

I was the vampire in your darkened alley 

Suckling every thing you needed to release

Creaming as you yoga stance my face

Your vocal ranges deserving of recording

Impaired by the sultry desires to conquer my queen

They warn you about Leo’s and poets

I’m the vibe every time your hips ride the twelve play track 

I’m the taste after the second shot 

Brown liquor to your caramelized figure

Drunken states every time you press play 

Rubbing you down with shea

In touch with the roots and core 

I’m a savage always on queue for your needs

Unspoken voices don’t go unheard

Feeding off your hormones algorithms 

Our nights go without plagiarism 

I give it to you fresh and renewed every round

Smoke me deep into your lungs

Exhaling your disguises 

I take the real you bare and free for my feeding

Leave it all at the bedside  

Vibrantly committed to the critical points you didn’t understand 

Fucking you like the power primitive lioness I am

Pausing my indulge at your peak

You’ll cum when my demand recedes 

You’re my favorite lines on every beat

No drums and bass can outdo the energy we create 

Now all I need you to do is lick you off of my face