Him

I confess to you my desires of bodily attraction. Casting spells in wishing wells isn't enough to claim you.

I climb inside my dreams craving to breath you. My heart stands in the palm of my hand begging for your attention.

I uncover my silence listening to your secret yearn. Face to face are our souls and we unfold...but forbidden to touch.

In Between The Sheets

Relax your mind and let your fantasies unwind and allow me to spill a thousand chills of ectasy and passion devine up and down your spine. Then I'll dive within to open you wide, only to unleash the sexual fury that you hide on the inside.

Breathing in the love that has taken over the atmosphere, harmonized moans are we here while our bodies are pressed against one another sending warm vibrations through your feet. As we fuck under the moonlight in between the sheets.

Drawing forth the power that I need to devour every inch of your sculpted frame. Calling out my name at the same time while I deliver the ism's to give you your gism's

The flow then becomes mesmerizing and we then encounter spellbinding adventures of erotic journey's made exclusively for you and I. Filled with devotion and a drop of lust, to us the stars shine given as a reminder of encouragement so our goal we can meet while fucking with no discretion in between the sheets.

I thunder stroke you as you lay beneath me with my chest to your back. The wet smack of our skin is the sound of sweet treasure found, harder and harder I pound feeling the warmth of what is a temple of pure delight, tonight we took flight to private
V.I.P heights.

Teeth clinching, hands gripping pillows while receiving the explicit pleasure I was willing to share. From your eye escaped a satisfied tear. Drinking from you your juices such a wild enticing treat as we fuck and play in between the sheets.

Sex In The Rain

Making love to me in the rain sounds so strange but it feels so good only if it's with you. Soft, wet and as the rain drips down on me, it makes me feel so secure, makes me dance on moon beams.

Sensations run through my body. My spine is tingling for more. Show me you love me by calling, screaming and shouting out my name.

Don't hold back feelings, let them roam free. The sound of the rain deeply running over our bodies. Soaking wet, massaging me with your wet finger tips. Kissing me softly with your wet lips, pulling me closer by my wet hips but wanting to do more than screw.

Mouth to mouth, eye to eye, endless splashing pouring rain. To you it may sound strange but to me it sex in the rain.

Gentle To My Soul

The embracement of morning love gentle to my soul. Undulating in and out of a magnificent realm for which you have expressively imagined for our sun risen journey into serene stillness.

The charisma of evening elation makes my senses smile. A radical ambiance travels throughout my body causing me to have an eruption that makes me loose all train of thought due to the arousing appeal of your existence.

The enchantment of nightfall harmony softly kisses my eyes shut. I wait eagerly for my transitory slumber only to be welcomed with the embracement of morning love gentle to my soul.

Rebirth

I stand before myself and watch the pain that I allowed to bind me melt away. I begin to see the child that once was smile for the first time.

I close my eyes and for once I feel the rays of the sun, bright with hope and Inhale my destiny. Walls that were built around my soul begin to fall uncontrolled.

I lived in silence but now I want to shout my freedom! Engaging all of my emotions, I free fall tamed into me.

Director's Cut

Is this orchestra of smiles worth my while or is this my cue to exit the stage before I am casted as the lead in your heartbreaking masterpiece? Your scripted scent laced with a heaven sent kiss of laughter allures me but I am to afraid to read the next act.

You tone my mind and you manage to find memories frozen and suspended still with no means of escape. I've rehearsed this scene before and never once was I nominated for an award but I always played the best part.

So before the curtains rise and I share that glimmer in my eye to embrace our soul connection, I sigh with uncertainty. Do I accept the role of red carpet love or am I just another director's cut?

Sexually

Honestly, you and me, happily, sexually escapading. In the bed giving you head, enticed by this lustful feast to you being fed.

Ooh's ahh's shouting hallelujahs. Pouncing and bouncing, saying words that are hard to pronounce and we slip and we slide with pride-sexually with fucking all night in mind.

Creaming and beaming with joy, body heat steaming windows, ecstatic like a child with a brand new toy. On our way to climax, we then jump into hypersex. Climbing walls, tension building in your balls, ready to explode and shower with your load.

Sexually we shine, one million sensations murdered my spine. Better than a bottle of authentic red wine, tonight-you were sexually mine.

Bullshit

From loving to dust, that is how I describe us. Insane and pain continues to reign. Happiness into shit, that is how it always went. Fuck a relationship-we had some bullshit.

I was your meant to be, now I'm your used to be. Looking back on it now, all you did was use me. The only time you needed me was when you wanted to put your dick in between my lips. You never did love me-it was just bullshit.

Now I'll admit, I did my dirt, but compared to yours it realy hurt. You lied so much that it became painless so I played along to make you look shameless. If we were in a desert and you asked me for a glass of spit, I'd look at you and laugh and then say: "BULLSHIT!"

Forbidden Kiss (Infifdelity Pt. 3)

Your will falls upon my deceitful lips. Your desire dances on the edge of my captive hips. Romantic sin covers my estranged body with Twilight's Ocean. My disloyal eyes close as I give you my secret devotion.

Swaying to the tune of infidelity's lustful spell. The taste of your voice is a sight I crave to smell. Caressed by the comfort of unfaithful affairs born from dark strickened flames. Held hostage by yesterhour's sun as lust entertains.

Intoxicated by the poison that settles my war of nerves. Intrigued by this absent love my body doesn't deserve. Fallen into me was beautiful yet wrongful bliss-while standing face to face with infidelity's forbidden kiss.

Quiet (Infidelity Pt. 2)

One nightstands with a quiet man, watching shadows dance in the dark The screams of unspoken sweet nothings as eyes meet and thighs part. Hypnotized by the soft breeze of your midnight kiss. Waiting for the witching hour when secret longings bathe in hush mist.

Effortless thoughts of wrongs as our bodies rewrite scripts from love affairs long gone. I'm chocking back memories with your name on them everytime I dare speak, telling lies appearing strong, though I'm weak.

Rising high above myself on the current of baited breath. Caressed by beautiful danger from a seductive stranger as sweat pours down my chest. And in the night the hands on my thigh are not my own and in the day the fire in my eyes can't be shown.

Upon my my thrown I sit watching lovers play and players love. Coronated by a thousand pearl like deaths that fade with the morning dew, we too became the kings of lovers. Building a sacred kingdom for you and I, planets adjust and oceans realign.

This is the ebb and flow of love and the silent symphony of lust. Given to us was this meaningless but needful romance. Let the day come and the noise of our lives remain defiant, but let the truth stay silent.

Indiscretion ( Infidelity Pt. 1)

Your whispers walk with shadows in reflections of dark rejection. You've got that type of love that calls across the ages, something reincarnated from past love lives.

Rose petals cover up lies, satin images evade tempered eyes, liquid love confuses the mind and unquieted lust quietly tries to monopolize.

How do you dance with a ghost of a stranger who's not yet strange though the sun has come up? Drunk off the essence of an unruly sin, phantom finger tips on my skin as he revels in the skin you were just in.

Why did you hurt your daughter?

Mr. Man can I ask you a question? Why did you hurt your daughter? She feels so disrespected. No one to believe her, she feels so neglected. Crying on the inside, wishing she could die. Haunting her for the rest of her life. She's going to feel denied of her self pride.

Why did you hurt your daughter? Did it feel good to fondle her? Why did you even touch her? Did she have something your wife couldn't offer? Answer me! Why did you hurt your daughter?

Now that you've molested, leaving her infested with fear, she's crying an invisible tear. She locks the door everytime you're around her, surrounding herself with laughter with her friends she made before and after.

Why did you hurt your daughter? You went from her stepfather to her stalker. What made you touch her? Why did you hurt your daughter?

Child

How can you deny your flesh and blood? Say he isn't mine and deny him love. An image of you, but you don't care. You turn your head when he sheds a tear. Many heartaches but he smiled. Tell me. How can you deny your child?

Physical truth hidden with devastated lies. His soul hurts and his mind cries. You carry on choosing to avoid his life, it's not his fault you cheated on your wife. He hurts because his emotions are wild . Tell me. How can you deny your child?

A father to many but won't claim one. Open your eyes and see that thisis your son. You're not a man, you're a sperm donor with a memory that you have filed. Tell me. How can you deny your child?

2.0

How bizzare. Reopened are lifes scars. This burden of this beast is about to refeast and just when I thought I was at peace. Please gimme my release.

I can still remember, the death of my soul in 99, late November. Happiness gone and hate forever. This dead weight of a tainted treasure.

Tears flowed wild and steady. Heart carved in stone, for the world I wasn't ready. But me and the hard knocks became friendly. Constant question: Is this the end of me?

Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray for strength because I'm tired of being weak. Its harmony I find to seek. This war of nerves is steep. But until my conclusion, my existance sleeps.

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I begged for him to answer my left my hand stroming his back.

My passion whispered through my right hand and then softly to his lips.

He trembled and quivered as I earthquked his desire.

Astrological Ebonies

Love me with your soul. Galaxies spin out of orbit as planets position supernovas as we create our own milky way.

A design of a century. Our love imprinted in the stars, mapping the legacy of two asteroids on their way to collision.

The birth of our ebony suns and nubian moons. Alternate worlds stand aside to witness our awakening.

Little Boy Red

I know tomorrow is another turntable. Stability to me is never stable. Not at all sure what’s in God’s plan, so I laugh at life with the other hand. Twenty plus years, and my road is one I wish to shed. So I sing my song, shout my freedom and dance my dance then I cry little boy red.

I lay back in lullaby and surface the pain. Dreadful the emptiness and hollow the rain. I walk with whispers and remember the years that bled. So I sing my song, shout my freedom and dance my dance then I cry little boy red.

When the dawn rests the night and the rays of the sun embrace the morn, my sorrows into happiness shields the years that have been torn. I converse with my anger and feel the hate that forever led. So I sing my song, shout my freedom and dance my dance then I cry little boy red.

Lifestyle of the Poet

Fed lustful words for naughty thrills and pleasure. Dance of sin but he again became my greatest treasure.

Thrown into the sweetest of sexual taboos, ventured the realm of erotica with no rules.

Seductive twists with a lustful kiss and sublime erections. Exploring clear, whispers in our ear, finding new directions.

Closing eyes, hands up my thighs made the temperature rise. Drugged me up with tender loving. Held me tight through the night, didn't stop rubbing.

Enchanted memories of passion, excited by the way intercourse took action. Ecstatic by the simple pleasures of ecstasy. This was the first time he entered me.

Virgin

A kiss from the innocent is passion's weakness. A flame that burns tamed and fueled by immeasurable meekness. Purity is the ocean that all desire to be emerged in while unrelentingly pleading for a sip from the cup of a virgin.

The touch of simpleness is passion's reality. A vessel that holds intense currents that pulsates with eternal morality. Purity are eminent mountains all wish to climb to please their sin while desparately fiending for a sip from the cup of a virgin.

A taste of pleasure is passion's drug of choice. Like sun drops on your face that sings with an unyielding voice. Purity is a white flower all crave to hold prisoner deep within while torturously aching for a sip from the cup of a virgin.

I

I am like a bird with a broken wing flying away.

I am a shooting star coming your way.

I am an ocean with tides strong and bold

I am a beam from the moon with possibilities new and old.

I am the heat from the sun that turns a cold warm.

I am the peace and calm that quiets the storm.

Homo in Disguise

Standing here I come to realize that all you like to do is scrutinize. Instead of compliments, you try to hurt me with your lies and I can't help but to think its my life you want to vandalize.

Your style, your fashion and the way you bring attention to yourself with gay bashing. The comments you submit trying to make us "sweeties" look like shit, it don't even make a dent, If anything it gives us a hint.

So while you're sticking your nose in my business and spreading your lies, open your eyes and come to realize that you my brother are a homo in disguise!

Reality (Pt. 2)

We were 19 when we fell in love.
You were my knight in shinning armor
and I was your angel from up above.

Walking along the beach, you told me you had plans to protect my heart from danger. Down on bended knee as you placed your departed mother's princess cut diamond on my finger.

Love of my life and such a beautiful home. King size bed and satin sheets, but every night I'm left alone.

Morning breaks and you creep into the bed. Already knowing the answer to where you laid your head.

"Baby I know you're cheating!"

"Naw not me!"

"Why you lying? The Private Investigator said it was Rico, Tyrone, and John he photographed you with recently!"

How could the man I love destroy my
soul after he told me he was going to my heart from danger? Saddest story ever told being assassinated by a familiar stranger.

"Man I..I..I dont know what you talking
about!"

"Mutha Fucka pack your shit and leave!"

"And by the way, my trip to the
clinic said I'm positive, HIV!"

Grammatical Emotions

I could write out my life, but to the verbs would you listen? You rather ignore every pronoun because its the adjectives you'd rather be kissing.

Take note to the puncuations and my favorite, the accent mark. I would pose the question, but its the exclamation I dont want to spark.

Double space the predicates to further explain my point of view. Prefixing the suffix to really show you.

I could write out my life, but to the verbs would you listen? You rather ignore every pronoun because its the adjectives you'd rather be kissing.

I Can Kill

When you look at me, what do you see? An unpainted picture of love or a painted image of misery? A boiling world of hate is my internal thrill. Don’t deal with me because I can kill.

You handed me your heart and said it was mine. I led you to believe that it was safe and locked it up tight on the inside. Instead I crushed it and you cradled a cold chill. Please watch out because I can kill.

You gave me another chance and said your wounded heart still had space. My external screamed but my demon wrote lies upon my face. Here we are again you and your will. I told you to watch out because I can kill.

I Miss You

A faded kiss upon my deserted lips, laying in seclusion, I recall the feel of your finger tips. Consoled by the echoing whispers of your once spoken lullabies that cradled me, absent of your presence, it’s you I long to see.

Your eyes, your energy, your passion and such, the breeze of your sun I long for much. Imitated visions of your body caressing me in silent love scenes untamed; burned like a moth drawn to your flame.

Traded thoughts for images and shallow thoughtless tries, all I ever I hoped for and never got to say good-bye. Stripped of all innocence and questioned if my fidelity was true, faded pictures of a love long time gone-I miss you.

Quiet Passion

The light of your presence ignites a flame long forgotten. I cradle the image of us dancing continuously and becoming immortalized by the sweet tapestry of you and I under a blanket of blue moon’s light.

I desire your love more than I admire your physical. Holding you prisoner in my soul is my one delight. Wearing your love and speaking your existence, I find myself becoming lost in your being and releasing my wrongs to success our rights.

A silent angel with screaming love, I hold you close to the beats of my heart. Whispers serve as the nectar of our unborn love affair, it’s you I want.

Far Away Love

I surrender to your will. Allowing your day to embody my night. I spend the night silently waiting for you to calm my waves.

Dreaming of your embrace to shield emotions gone wrong. I passively exhale a scream on the corner of devotion and bow down to the presence of your love.

I wish aching for you to be the embezzler of my heart. Quickly I rush to be an addict only for your love.

My far away love. I wait only for the beats of our heart to call out to what’s rightfully ours.

Until then I smile secretly to keep your identity safe. All of our longings are locked away deep.

Your intense love is my desire.

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The pounds of your dick intrigues my emotions. My eyes roll back as our bodies sway to motions. Erotic trips causes waves to rattle oceans. A design of a decade to make orgasms commotion.

The fro and to as you beat my ass shades of blue and guide me through this journey endless. Touch and go as the wind the blows just fucking me senseless.

Taste of sweat as bodies run wet and toenails damn near through the wall. Muscles tension when signals mention you’re about to let it go.

Grips get tighter. Kisses flame their fire as we burn indigo shades of red. What lust was fed as we lay dead in our damaged bed.

Mood Of the Body

Tantalizing the flesh is what I desire. I could fantasize all day about making you scream. Holding the forbidden thought of your nectar is my body’s delight, I quiver with ecstasy.

You say you walk away in physical-ness but your soul is what I want to touch. Dwelling bound in my sexless reality, I feel the voice that shouts my name on common ground knowing its lust begging to be fed.

In my virgin bed I’m senseless with envious passion waiting to be unleashed. The words of your morning, noon and night cradles my inspiration with moonlight cracking the rain. Like a child I wanna play.

…Can I?