When Fall Strikes... Missing Nicole

It was cold tonight

Unlike any other cold

I felt right it through  my bones 

After I finished praying for the changing seasons

I knew dead leaves had fallen

Showing their beauty in death

But no mortuary was polished enough

To house the arrival of the proceedings

The embassy of darkness 

Briskly swept away the light of life

Yet even zombies had a story

Perpetuating how many times a soul dies

Some of us are running from the past

Too quick when we stumble into the future

Some of us are trying to dodge karma

When fornicating with pretentious suitors

It was cold tonight

Unlike any cold

I listened to the shingles tell me

You need to find peace in your heart and mind because it’s home. 

Devouring “Soul”

Did they tell you I love eating pussy

I have a different type of energy

Magnetic fornication with my queen until she rebelliously crumbles for me

My biggest flaw was fucking up with my expectations 

It’s two am and the dogs are barking

It’s two am and she’s howling 

The moon was at its largest

The riddles I illustrated took the atmosphere from its prisms 

Her lips hid the jewel awaiting my attacking

I’m a pussy connoisseur 

She had never been choked into the energy of my Leo 

She never had her pussy stroked by the tongue of a professional 

She never had the ability to release in multiplicity 

I never had a rainbow of cream drown me so hastily

I laughed at the night and dug into her drowning

Baby I love eating pussy

Her athleticism was vacant until her stamina straddled cross country laps on my face  

No ice could melt the tension pent in between the freezer of her walls and the disconnect from her heart 

But we weren’t here to love 

I hurdled over her defense and executed the offense of securing the play 

I rode every wave drenched in my surf 

My rain fell dampening the scene

Underwriting the introduction of how I love to receive

Consuming the finest cuisine aroused every follicle in my body characterizing my wetness as the starring act of our scene

Deplores void of abuse our party favors ordained the reception drunk off of the lust getting lost in the emotion of culmination

The sky in her eyes was serene 

Compensating super woman with dual cinema play 

Her body: no stranger to my aggression charming my submission

I call her “Soul” allowing me to be her selected thief 

Apprehending her whole with greed 

Her mind never ignored by a sapiosexual like me

A savage knows never to quit before she screams

Baby I love eating pussy

The clemency stole the stars shine

You’ll release every time before I get mine. 

Deniele

Some say I’m the life in laughter

While others find mystery in my presence

Curiosity driven from image

Reciprocity given through vision

Breaking past the forefront of the what

Diving deep into the conversational character

A mind unsettled on the surface

So many hidden treasures in the sunken ship

It takes the bravest to get to the gold

It takes the persistent willing to restore my luster

I’m a passionate introverted extrovert 

Hell bent on loving again after the collision

Of my mind reminding my heart glitter isn’t always gold

Reminding my spirit to weather the seasons with protectant

My space is too limited to abundantly acquire impartiality for the time being 

My purpose is too promising to do anything less than restore the broken 

Militant fun sized package of depth and brevity

Colorant in my vigilance of denim and choice of navy’s 

I’m an experience no photographer can ever capture

I’m the destined final dance of a partner

Unbeknownst poet at first glance 

I always treat my women better when I’m sober

She always finishes first and again before my waters rush the shore 

Dedicated and deliberate in my deliverance to conquer the concupiscent 

Never hornier than being captured by her mental

I’m a unique paragon dashed behind the gamine

The pages impuissant to define my character 

Remembered as the permanent life in the laughter. 

Take Care

“Have I not been good to you?!?”

She cried out

Blank stares pierced right through

Her tears drenched her blackness 

No sympathy present for commiserations 

She whispered “take care”

Closure was never the necessity to a foreign one sided love

The verb of love out auctioned the noun of her being below reasonable value

How could karma betray her attempts to win

“Have I not been good to you?!?”

Pleasure was often sought to be the resolution

Disdain danced with the following of security entertaining quality over quantity with her consoling

There was no consolation and closure in this game

She whispered “take care”

Opening the door for goodbye she was ashamed of her cries

Even a infants smile couldn’t patch the fabrication 

Her favorite candy stolen right from the shelves

She dished out reciprocity receiving empty baggage 

Ordaining every palace

She thought she built 

Without solid ground

“Have I not been good to you?!?”

Reflections were a testament

She whispered “take care”

To the woman she thought she know

Crushing on the insight of roses grown from concrete 

She refused to be the gravel of pavement for the wicked 

There was no sympathy present for commiserations 

There was no history worth being hell bent on delusion

There was no value misplaced on time wasted for unsolved riddles of turmoil versus celebration

For she was good to you 

She is the soul food without the calories

She is Eve in each garden sprinkling her love soul in abundance

She is

In fact 

The denominator suppressed in stolen melodies

She is her best at making you qualified for the next

She is the clearance shelf overlooked for it’s worth 

She is the prize too profound to be designated by the pain 

She is good 

To you

And better without the battered  bruises from mistaken retreated demons. 

Wisdom’s Finale

Time hasn’t kept its end of the deal

She was endless

Waves above the currents of the tides

She was full of knowledge and intimate engagements

I call this woman wisdom

Her hair dripped experience

Her eyes gifted the early passage of soul ties

We became a licked envelope seal every time our eyes eloped

Packaged and available only for our deliverance 

Her tongue bore fables of the purest reality

She could keep you afloat through whispers of growths premonitions

She left me engulfed even through years of distance

But see

Time hasn't kept its end of the deal

She was lucid in maneuvering 

Dropping just enough gems to keep you turning through the next page

Overly avoidant for revelations of self

She was the mastermind to frozen openings

She bore the power to manipulate chemistry to her advantage

Undeniably a force to be reckoned with

She was arithmetics finest equations

Still too complex for my ability to crack the solution

She was broken by the past and excited by tormented spirits

Conveniently dispersing prior to truth and peace’s arrival 

She was the storm every time the sea settled

As she was masked behind witty intentions
Prepping the brutal slaying of our armistice

Time certainly didn’t keep its end of the deal

For

Wisdom

She had the power to rein and conquer

Yet this time of year

She held back the beauty of fall

To pound the gavel 

Enraging the heat of summers ditzy foes 

Disturbing tranquility 

She snatched the little glimmers of hope

Right from my heart

Wisdom solely embellished me with reminders

That the clocks do set back

Just as they turn forth

She was the professor of life

Just as attended to by karma

Proof that the leaves do fall and die

No matter how beautiful they bloom in spring 

She was the seasons past

Only meant to leave her fossil stamp

Merely a memory

Of our broken camaraderie. 

At your request

We all have different calibers

My trigger was pulled but the safety never gave way

Noticeably attentive to the way she swayed 

Hypnotizing me to script hieroglyphs with non fiction impostors playing fictitious characters as her request 

It never went over my head

I held no space for additional soul ties in my bed 

When I peep I have a steady eye

Glimpsing when the crush was mesmerized

Encouraging her to never quiet her poets surmise

Never had I derived a permanent connection between you and I 

It had been a minute since I evacuated playing the field

Scoreboards lost count with every goal I sealed

She corrected me when my words failed to rhyme

Yet I avoided the chance to dine with her and I

I was a savage when my prey was my favorite flavor

Explain to me how you know I’m no good yet my style you savor

She was oblivious to the disconnect 

Yet I inhaled when she hugged me into her neck

My chances were limited bouncing between lovers

I housed so many skeletons my mind was lost in my thoughts smother

Single parenting certified our characteristics in common

Yet here I am delivering on a promise so solemn 

My number begins with “347”

I met your energy today

It shyly snuck past holding back

I danced with each glance I caught in my direction 

Scoring the confidence with each utterance

I strategically avoided your goods

Damaged was my inventory packed with uncertainty 

Certainly a malnourished promiscuous spirit like myself was unavailable as your full picnic festivity

Well fed is always on the agenda because I fill souls with purity

All the while counting my chips every time I checkmate out of misery

Normally I sip slow and hungrily attack my exit

Eyeing and observing the very antics of my semantics

Word play voided my willingness to slip you my digits

Yet I can sense chemistry and physics is my mistress when I eliminate our distance

Restoration

I’m not your type

I’m another type of beast intimately connecting your curiosities with your desirous calm before my storm shatters the gates of your dam

The fatalities of awaiting the arrival of fraudulent premonitions are endless

You say you want me to be the aggressive against your expectations of dominance

I blow smoke to the clouds you’ll float on with the evaporation of your doubt

How much damage does it take to repair you

How many times must you lose

How many times have you cashed in the insurance casualties of your heart

How many times were you delusional about the acquisition of love

How can you be so submissive to the bull

You’re used to the expense of cashing out before knowing the worth of your treasure

I was used to the approach; never expecting to be fixated with this endeavor 

Onward I traveled ignoring the banter of disqualifications

I nicknamed you when we grew past sms excitements

Dating was never the expenditure

It was the intro calamity we secured

We were the broken clocks timing out forbidden fruit picking in the expelled gardens

The ripeness turned sour as your branches expired barren produce

I was the nitrogen to your soil 

Rejuvenated with the touch and expertise of my organic constituent
I’m not your type
While other attempts are whimsical I’m a promise packed with compassion
See I too have been witty in avoiding disappointment
Yet the years have surpassed and your brightest days have always been the celebration of our fusion

The Poet and The Crush

You said you love a poet

When’s the last time you’ve been tongue tied in my magnitude of imagery

When’s the last time your mind has been fucked beyond your weakness

When’s the last time a portrait of you was painted with words without a price tag of reasoning

When’s the last time you auctioned off your doubts and dove into the possibility of explosions between your thighs even my mind couldn’t comprehend

When’s the last time you told your crush “baby just write for me”

I love a poet 

Letting the mirror become a time machine traveling into your serene beauty I will make up every missed foundation you thought covered your dark spots

Void of concealing my passion I deep dive into waters my ass has no business trying to learn to swim in

I become the shark to your raw nature even the ambitious are left behind for the scraps of our feedings

I’ll eat you to Love Jones soundtracks watching the quiver as your back arches sealing hearts for eyes with every message your cellular waves deliver to me

Love a poet

I can’t haiku and limit us to possibility 

I’m an impatient mother fucker hell bent on being the heaven of your remedy

Breaking down your walls until the dam burst from pressure

Tasting the cognac from your tongue I’ll suck past the preface into the thesis

Past sexual there’s a soul healing connected with the audacious quiet incantation  

No labels could correctly acknowledge our creations

You said you love a poet

Then baby why are you still the “what if” crush

I’ve often ordained your figure in my mind 

Sifting through the empty bodies between us 

I get lost in lust trying to prepare this unjust loving only meant for your body

I’ll slip little raunchy notes in your lunch box reminding you of the dinner I want as you enter our home... I enter your home with you unable to condone the power... 

... this poet is waiting for the unsaid consent of her muse

Yes! 

I always devour