The Poetry
Letter from the Author
Thank you for taking the time to read and embrace my words within this mini sampling of my work. Poetry pushes my creative buttons every time I let the ink flow from its passionate reservoirs. I write from past experiences, fantasies that make love and lust worth enjoying, and my interpretation of the sensual world around me. I breathe my words as extensions of my lyrical self, and hope that each piece embodies relatable situations and themes that keep you engaged in the flow with me.
Enjoy.
I.s
Many thanks to musician, Jackie Clark, for the musical selection of this sample book. Click here to contact Jackie.
Love
"I pace the floor of my mind to find so many ways to tell you the same thing: I love you.."
Penchant
Passports
pre-packaged
Outlining expectations
Bridging failed love with prospects
Of promised compotations.
His hands plan long getaways,
Riding ocean waves
Booked strategically for a few days.
Passing heartache led astray
With contextual presuppositions;
Making "Yes" mean more than
Empty and weak suppositions.
Bubbles kiss the rim of the glass as
The night air catches my grasps of
Memories unfettered.
I ask if it can get any better
And he emphatically replies,
"It just did.. "
Replacing the loosened cap with
A tightly twisted lid,
He sealed in tomorrow with a one-way ticket,
Perfect mood, and a reason for lips to grin.
Sending kisses across Earth's perimeter,
He coddled love in hands feeling for
Future plans on future planes.
Slow wine while rain finds the window pane,
Shall we see where new love takes old pain?
Good Morning..
Sun rises on my tangled hair.
6:30 am.
It's already way too early,
But,
My eyes refuse to miss
The reds, yellows, and oranges
That paste the sky in morning's dreamscape.
Then I slowly turn over
And realize you're not there.
The sheets fool my eyes
Sometimes,
And adopt the silhouette of your
Physique,
Causing memory's lines
To show themselves on my
Tear-lined cheeks.
And.
As the suns rays creep through
My window,
I realize another day without you
Is coming for me.
Prediction :: Energy
You give me energy.
Pre-portioned out in little spurts.
Jet streams of love edging me on
To embrace a love undefined.
Designed to cultivate our together time
And written across the sand with oceans calming waves
As our guide.
I thought you placed emotions daily on shelves fixed to store
Quits, resignations, forfeited dedications.
But instead,
Your heart sealed a solidified conclusion on WE.
Reporting the things in segments that I need,
Smiles and kisses..collaborated I miss you's...
I breathe you.
See you.
Moving in perpetual motion
Toward reality realized every time our devotion
Is set.
See love,
I'll never forget what we have.
I'll chance every second for a calm aftermath.
You keep my high motivated with the lasting impression
Left on me hopelessly falling in love.
Falling for you as I fall into love.
continued...
That 5 o'clock shadow I feel when we hug
Reminds me you're real.
Sealed in my missing you moments
For real.
Daily headrushes from nightly excursions I have
With my own hands, when I'm yearning half
Of me...yearning your two hands
In our bed resting your legs between my own legs.
That kinetic energy that binds the good times,
We unite, somehow,
Even when things aren't quite right.
Baby,
That's when I know I've hit the jackpot.
Pouring my senses inside your chalice
To sip as two people yoked in true bliss...
I'm predicting the energy can't get any better than this.
I Love This...
Handshakes turned into heartache
Before I had a chance to realize..
But you rescued my heart...held it close;
Planting codes of trust, happiness,
Embedded lust...
The rapture?
It's bursting through..
And at this moment,
I'm needing you
To
Tell me your world revolves
To a rhythm that I can keep up with..
I've seen my share of failed relationships,
Placing stamina on the highest shelf.
Degradation setting in, burning already burnt ashes
Until the only thing left is self.
When momentum moves me closer to
Your rockhard persuasive stance,
I don't have a chance against you.
I'm not even trying to resist you.
Since..
Something tells me
You're the perfect prose in subtle notes
My mind could definitely get used to...
You...Exploring
You'd be good for
Chicken soup when
I'm not feeling so well.
Slight rubs on the temples,
Forehead kisses,
Gazing into my tired eyes
Only to tell me
You'll be here
When I get up..
I fall in love with a fuller cup
Each time I wonder
What spending a lazy Sunday
Would consist of
With you.
Are you fond of walks in the late afternoon
Or
Exploring our deviance for the day
In the privacy of our
Passionate moods?
Do you like spontaneity
Driving the wheel of our experiences
As lust laughs when love intermixes?
Fresh patterns created where the both of us
Can't predict the phrases of the senses
We'll speak?
That, to me,
Is a special flavor.
One to be savored like
Pure chocolate planted on an
Impoverished tongue.
Your love is an exploratory playground of
Unimaginable fun.and I've only just begun
To enjoy myself..
Conversation With A Cup
I have to let you know
That I understand everything now.
Funny how
Words could have so much power
To sway the heart in one way
Or another..
I was sure I was the only lover.
But, under the covers,
I guess that's all that mattered.
The way my own ink
Splattered on pages flinged across the room,
You could only assume
They were always meant for you..
Time waits for no one though, I know.
So to move slow is not an option
For restless and impatient souls.
Sitting at the cafe some days,
I question how I would see things
If the two of us
Switched roles.
Maybe, I could be the one with forever as a goal.
In relationship's past, my honesty
Left me open to become someone elses
Property.
Bidding on how long I could hold out
If he took another stab, just to watch the blood
Leave slowly from an emotional wound
While I prayed for an answer inside the distant light
Of redemption's moon..
I love you.
Conversations inside my pride tell me
He's using you.
When heart interrupts,
I get lost in the rebuttal of chants
Revealing that
He's pursuing you..
.
Which one should I be
Paying attention to???
Erotika
"Tempt me...softly.
Taste me...ripened."
Afterglow's Sunrise
Silent gestures equivalent to soft nudges
Pullin' at temptations fibers for solicitation.
He maneuvers quiet moments into
Baby, are you up?
.mmm, yes.
you feel that?
Playful smacks meldin' soft caresses
To arrest the early mornin' senses.
Back arched to free space for tongue's rightful place,
Sendin' muffled echoes into the lusty shadows
Of the risin' sun's embrace.
.mmm, wait
let me taste..
Previous week's stresses fall to the waist;
Cupped horizons meltin' warmth around
Her mellowed goodness movement melodic with
The slide and spill of his vigorous dick.
like this
.mmm..
take it..
Hips pointed to heaven,
Last night's frolic formin' frizzy locks
Anchored between his fingers.
He sees her gasp in a raspy voice..
Choices forbidden to get away from his..
let it flow, baby
that..
sweet honey's mist..
***SHIT***
Self Love (Anticipation)
That vid you sent me.
You know.
The one where you
Expose your
Full length.
Sliding your strong hands
Up and down its
Chocolate path.
It took all the strength
I had today
Not to enjoy the seeping
Of my sap between these thighs.
I lost.
Because when I rested my head,
And closed my eyes,
The smell of a lingering you
Was still dancing upon my lips.
And as I gripped the bed
With each peak inside my pleasure zone,
My mental moaned,
Poured itself through intimate portals
Creaming shots of self love's sex
All over my sheets..
It made me feel like my own freak.
Fingers played the part of parting me slowly,
Engaging fore-play with flicks of my wrist
Up and down my slit gushing rifts trailing down
The sides of my trembling hips..
continued....
I screamed.
Breathing alone.
Inside a home absent of you
But only in my mind,
For the time being
Since I know, very soon,
We'll be meeting,
And you'll replace
My hands
With
Your own
Lips,
Push and pull the rhythm in
My own hips,
And part my seas again slowly
To enjoy each deep sip
Of me.
I cant wait.
Intoxicating
I'm dancing with this thought in my head
That I can't shake.
My ass is up high, in anticipation
Thighs shiver, twat quivers..
Waiting for extreme emancipation,
I turn around, look dead in your eyes with
My steel greys
And
Lick my lips as I hear you say..
"I'm taking my time with this"..
You hear me gasp,
As if,
Its been a while since I've felt
The strength behind your stride..
The way you glide my ooze
As it
Milks out steadily from both sides
My back arches and
You watch as my body spasms,
Squirt after squirt (residual orgasms)..
I fall back into you,
..Losing all control of my wildest inhibitions
pace lengthens..
and fucking turns into deep embrace..
Waiting for that familiar mixture laced on
My face
Covered in your mouth-watering dew..
And I sip on myself combined with the sweet rum
Of you...
It's so..intoxicating..
Work On Me First
Damn...I need it now.
You..
Somehow have got me
Twisted into a physical knot.
Blocked..
Needing my sticky sweet to release
In gushing spasms..
I can't even sleep
Because my vacillating lips are fixated on
The sly swagger of your stick.
I want to remember it in a wet dream
That I wake up from.
Pushing and pulling at my protrusion,
I want
Crazy
Mount me like you aim to tame,
And when I try to get away,
Pull compulsorily on my reigns..
It's just how I like to play a good sex game.
My hot cream is even feenin for the chance to
Flow a little faster tonight..
Daylight?
It's just a sign that were running out of time..
You need to come over here and spank my thick behind
Before the
Alarm clock hits nine..
and you have to leave for work...
Come on, baby....
Put some work in on me first.
