A Staggering Arrival

What's a flow without a tide
Curving amongst the sips
Tongues touch the shaft of every empty bottle
Some things were better left unsaid
Some loves were better without introductions
Clouds were meant for magic carpets
Her ride was meant only for my surfing
She couldn't get it off of repeat
But she found her love on shuffle
She was Jorja Smith smooth
With a Emeli Sande mood
The wheat and toffee flavored silk
Danced with her taste buds
She found herself at her highest peak
Bruised knees proved previous proposals
Were blank sheets of scribbles
Everyone falls in love with the poet
While the poet falls in love with creating a perfect queen
Sexual energy pounding the sheets
As number two state standards turned into endless bubbles
Multiple choice was more of her style
The freedom to embrace and define without true definition
The acquisition of her focus was only for the stamina braces
Equlillibriums were on her conquest of conquering
There's always something fascinating about the scorpion
Minding its business in the heat of it all
Summer bore needs of addressing
Until fall choked the leaves growth and freedom
Sanity sanitized the demons
From creating cells and jails of capture
But how sexy is it to be apprehended

Sipping with her tongue tracing the glass
One had a brew and one had a deep red wine
The soca grooves moved with passion
Inclined to unwind in the presence of chemistry
The lioness gave in secreting moisture in a timely fashion
Word play was nothing worth comparison
Melody was always present when sultry grabbed the benefactor
Maxed out and jaded
She persuaded her pursuant to swallow all her sorrows
Every tenant evacuated
When her mind let loose so she could cum with incediaries
Extinguished only when the rounds lost count
Bountiful quests completed
Before defeat was finessed to victory. 

Awakened by H.E.R. strike

Borders were meant to be crossed
Migrating through your waters
Was an ambitious voyage to treasure
Every island christened by glam
Filling your foyers
Opening every cupboard
The shelves could never be barren in this partnership
Queens were the worshipped game board piece
Wrapped in the peace of you
Woman crushes of ambiguity outstood juvial notions
Promoting private parties meant we owned the floor for dancing
Prancing as the crowd scurried in endowed
Eyes fixated with brows arched our way
Deploring anxieties wicked mind games
Stampeding every sign of caution
I welcomed being lost in your direction
You were the coroner declaring previous chapters deceased
The autopsy read as wicked deaths
Incapable losses without egregious components
The present left sexual deviants in jealousy
You were the spark to my internal ignitions
Whispering to my dreams
Please let this moment become reality
Mrs of my desire
You are the flame, fire, wick, and fuse
I'd tickle the fickle tick until this bomb explodes with you
A firework session
In position of dispositioning independence
The only rendition of completance
Presuming the conclusion of inclusive beginnings
I'll kiss away every tear
Reparation was merely a figment of promise
Compromising to bare my deepest waters for your scrimmage
Championship chambers awaited to nurture
You are the most valuable never mistaken as simplified possession
The chasm spoke to the charm of your curves
My emotions unnerved
Swerving into your lane with intention
Combating excluded religions
Still claiming H.E.R. as the blessing. 

The Adama to her Eve

She had never been with a woman before
Her word was bond
She went on to explain
I caught every word into my honey comb
Those immature past ventures were a handicap memory
Yet I assured the danger of moving forward
My taste was fatal upon departure
The sample tables ran out every time she got lost in our kiss
I was a savage at her hips
Teasing and teaching with wicked endowment
Involved and sore from previous bruising
The tempo in my mind was no match for the tempo of her grind
Yet I was the sublime mood to her never ending soul ties
Past bodies wrapped up their condolences
I crept in before noon lost in imagining
The taste of a goddess trampled on by her community
I was a rendition of r&b charging at a Coachella rate
She excused my endurance and stamina
In vain I toppled her insecurities and made love to her labia majora
What good is a dominant hiding behind shyness
What good is a submissive towering facials without astonishment?
Previous scouts lost their badges before her prevalence
She was caught in a whirlwind on loving how experience felt emptied into subvent
The stolen apple was silent in the gala
Still even I knew the freshest fruit were meant to devour.

Effective

She opened my syllabus
No longer prolonged to question
Her tongue was thick and demanding
Certified direction
Punctual and deliberate
She never let my clit slip
Every drip was of purified essence
Cherished with benevolence
I was a puppet to her instruction
Never reluctant to her submission
Dominant as a topping feminine
Masculine in my conquering
Irrevocable at her signing
Attentive to her creaming
Open to claiming my breakfast
Stalling in her prism
Brutal in familiarity
Morphing and transcending
Glutton for her releases
Amazed at our experience
Flipping the pages of lifes lessons
Melanin showers of excellence
This period is always my favorite.

Allure

The diversity of the melody was the drone of my passion
Erupting lava filled crisp poignant grooves
Every change was the maiden of this love affair
Meeting mine abroad passport bridges
I hadn't been able to squabble the arthritis pains
Missing you calling out my name
Spilling out the star spangled banner of our pungent quarrels
Violently destroying doubt with dignified intent
The lane closures were always a traffic jam between us
No lever could be pulled to dispel our separation
Excuses couldn't bare its weakness against the strength of our introduction
The introverted split was intruded on by brute charm
Just a tug at the arm let beauty know she was in a safe haven
Creatives always fused as the muse for continuous art
All of this reflecting after dark
Playing back memories recordings anticipating journeys
Left to embark before the village joined for celebration
She is the mistress, the misses, and the Mrs.

(A)head

I am the ying to your yang
The balance on your scale
The response to your prayers
The remedy to your brokenness
The taste to your crave
The fix to your sweet tooth
Blowing your fucking brain
While fucking you with fire brain

I'm not your type
I type and evade your pursuit
My vibe is a tailored fit for the endured
Never running out of breath drumming into you
I keep her gasping for hers drowning in knowledge
The gift of gab boosted my footing producing additives for our column

Fuck taking your time with me
Show me poetry explosions when you taste me
I'll explode til your taste buds remember they can't replace me
I'll be the puppet to your play when fours cross into wings
Flying into my tidal waves
I say suck every time you sample me

What's a race without a final destination
What's foreplay without summation
Without arithmetic we'd be stuck on philosophy
Without lucidity you'd be dripping hesitantly.

Battleship

They say "tread lightly with a heavy heart
Stop welcoming attacks and learn to duck"
There was a quick breeze ripping away the clouds
Her feelings entered loudly unannounced
Sometimes the poet feels lost in the happenings
Aggressively in pursuit of detaching from humanity
Even the lost speak for those who won
Even with their winnings she knows the rain still respects the sun.