The thought alone;
    the naughty idea
    of pressing my mouth
    against her pink lips
    persuading me to
    persuade her to blush.

I told her,"Cross your legs tightly, and start rocking back and forth. Be patient, it might take some time. Just, let it build up. Don't uncross'em and it will feel awesome. You should know yourself, what works best; rolling or rocking. Don't think about it, just relax. Use your muscles, the one(s) between your legs. Read in between the lines of everything thing I just said, then repeat it in your head, word-by-word, sign language on your lips. Your heart skips. Speeding up your heart's beat, note-to-self all over your sheets. Pace yourself, you can't cheat. First come, first serve; you can't beat. Just, listen to my voice, follow my lead. Take your time, no rush. Relax, match your breathing with mine. slow, down, take your time. Find your fingertip, with your tip, and grind. Pause, fast, forward, left, right; rewind.  Now, do all if that, one more time. But first, lick your fingertip, so your *******, rise and shine, glitterish. Your index, just slide, inside you appendix, cause I penned it.  Now, move your hips, like you are enjoying the ride. Here's a tip; curl your fingertip, like my tongue licked your upper lip; the thought alone should make you flip - ******* colored wet, that's my favorite. Just use your imagination; then go for it! If I was there, I would, make you, "Knock on Wood." Now do what Simon says, and you should be all good."  Then she just hung up the phone. So, I guess she was good.

I want to
spread you
across the bed
like a thin slice of butter
on a hot piece of bread.

These pieces;
           compositions with words,
           written on pieces of paper,
           are a pieces of me --

A pungent fragrance;  
seeping into my flesh,
staining my memory;
with your potent scent --

Dripping with intoxicating flavor;
laced with sweetness; your wetness.
Savoring your presence;
submerged in your essence,
the allure; intense.

Fingers lapping at your lips;
                          warm liquids
                          delicious  drips
                          dripping from your; in between.
                                                               pink  tender  lips.

Touch her until her stomach hurts.
Kiss her until her lips start to beg to be worked.
Tease her until shes dripping wet.
**** her until she is covered in your sweat.
Please her in ways she will never forget,
take her body to places she hasn't been yet
make her *** in ways that she will love more,
than she will regret...

The wetter the better
drenched in each others fluids
lost in each others thrusts
satisfaction is a need
exasperated by our lusts
our pleasure is forsaken
so our sins belong to us

Spread your legs like wings;
             so I can savoir your desires,
              as I taste your flesh.
              blessing me with your
              holy water.

Made with love,
    Energy passionately mixed with body chemistry of the highest degree,
    causing a chemical reaction that redefines chemistry.

Let me exhaust myself,
indulging in your delightful pleasures,
and be tedious with my endeavors.
pleasing you, as I am pleasing myself.
Filling your swells with my will,
embraced with your grace,
the pace, measured with haste,
our soulmates touch, as our bodies mate.
Second to early, is a second to late.
If it feels this good, then it will end great.

I teased her gently, through soft lace,
Heard her growing, breath in chase.
My fingers glided, slow, deliberate,
Finding her warmth, our need, intimate.

She bit her lip, her body tight,
Responding to each bite,
the slower I went, her **** I found.
Circling slow, then spiraling ‘round.

Her pleasure surged, her body shook,
And when she came, I'll never forget the look
But I held firm, fingers deep,
Her body trembled, no words to speak.

"You're everything," she whispered low,
Eyes closed, a softened glow.
Her hands now full of me, a delicate stroke,
Building heat, the air felt full, my body felt woke.

She stroked me slow, then urged for more,
Until I gasped, a wild roar.
We shuddered close, bodies entwined,
Lost in the rhythm, souls aligned.

The world around us blurred away,
In this moment, we chose to stay.

Tied to a chair, blindfold in place,
Every sense alive, my heart starts to race.
The silence screams, the tension grows,
What comes next? Nobody knows.

A touch so soft, it teases my toes,
A delicate stroke where sensation flows.
Up the arch, it glides so slow,
A trail of fire with nowhere to go.

I bite my lip, the urge to fight,
But the teasing touch feels so right.
Relentless, it dances, igniting desire,
A spark that sets my soul on fire.

In the unknown, where senses collide,
Anticipation and thrill can’t be denied.
For in the darkness, where mystery reigns,
Pleasure and growth walk hand in hand with pain.

Living in a lonely world,
Falling for everything;
got me here.
headed to nowhere.
But empty space,
Wondering if I should,
take it there. Or stay miss
placed. Mars for Pluto’s
and kudos for escapes.
Things looking up,
I’m feeling; fate.
Tomorrow never lies,
Then again; Time kills.
Brutal battle grounds;
Where Love don’t make a sound.
Heated passions simmer down.
Dudes that had my back;
Waiting for me to turn around.
Toxic crusaders; pullin me down.
Devil’s advocates; in the back ground.
Angels have wings; no need to touch down.
The thought; alone. So profound.
Karma knocking; she’s on the rebound.
Hold-up; that’s her – calling me now.

Thanks to you for making my feelings seem real,
you forced my hand and this is how I deal;
stick and stones could break my bones.
But my words, you will actually feel!

Reading a poet's words is like listening to their heart beat.

She has a beauty,
powerful enough to get lost in
Addicting; she is to watch --
Intoxicating; she is to breathe --
                                    Poetry is her motion,
                                    her body  language I read.

As you read my words, may you hear my heart.

Wish me luck - like a speech for me to read before I play. I am going to print it out and keep it with me., when I am at the final table, and it's televised, right before I win. The last hand, before I make the call of a lifetime - clock ticking, $35k first place prize money; I am going to take it out, look at it. Then call, Like a Boss. Black tinted classes, headphones looking like speakers, Yankees cap tipped to the side, Charles dickens on my lap. Sipping on some water shipped in from Vergeze. Cool as an icecube, rocking a tight Tee. Blue jeans, tim boots, Blasting ice -Tea; dudes ain't worried about cards, until the check me. I'm nice with calls, I'm like Jordan when he first started wearing the two-three. Sticking my tongue out at dudes that try and bluff me; the lack luster in comparison to me. I'm seeing their tells, like sign language. They try and force my hand, I do maximum carnage. My shine don't tarnish.

Women, understand the power of words better than any other being.
So, use your words carefully, because they say more than you even know.

Thank you lord, that one that is him
for I am  man, one which is born to sin.
still you guide me, and when I need light
you reach in. and set me straight,
your path, I believe in.
this as been a long road, with a deep end
and how i get there, On you I depend
pleased me with this gift,
then gave me the pen so the meaning and can deepen
for people struggling with their life, now we both can reach them.
let them know when they feeling all alone, they really aren’t alone
words are always their searching for a home.

I practice what preach, and pray to God with closes eyes. Praying he watch over me through happy and hard times, and that he is there even I can see him with open eyes, I feel his presence by my side. No evil weapon forged against,  will equal my demise. Instead of killing, multiply my strength 1,000 times.

roses are read
and violets blew
when compared to
the beautiful hue, that is you.
i think of your eyes, and no blue sky's,
can compare to the view.
your gorgeous smile,
well defines;
beauty full. I,
can't get enough of you.
hate having to say bye, but
love watching you walk by.
having a good morning
enjoying you rear-view.
My heart skips a beat
every time. I, wipe my eyes and
realize you are mine.

I'm giving you,
A different point of view,
with a few additions,
under new conditions.
I’m judging you,
pulling you,
under my jurisdictions.
Using my description,
to prescribe your prescription;
your new addiction,
my diction, causing friction
perfectly written.
Styles,
blurring your vision.
Fingers between your legs,
a new position.
My words rolling
off your tongue,
Your body just listen.
When you are done,
You body just glisten.
My words,
Inside your system.
Releasing you from you inner prison.

In your presence;
              my words find solace,
              in the elegance,
              your confidence,
              exudes.

I've come to see,
This daylight adrift; amidst.
Refracting my joyless abyss.
Shadows of doubt linger; restless.
Misleading my moral compass,
Distant places that shouldn't exist.
Darkest corners of a timeless eclipse.
The more emotions I emit.
This cloud's progress persist.
So remise, I dismiss fears that are amiss.

To prevail means; not letting failure have the last laugh.

The light from the stars glistened off or her eyes, making appear even brighter. Something I never imagined possible.

As we walked, sounds of oceans waves, crashing against the sandy beaches orchestrated a symphony of sounds we’ve never heard. It created a tremendous sound that echoed throughout our bodies, as huge waves of clashed against beach shore, colliding with the mammoth stones, protecting the shoreline.

That sound, such power and grace, raged on throughout the night.

The air was cool; salty and damp from the ocean’s mist. The crickets creaked and whistled, as if calling to each other in a synchronized harmony.

Bullfrogs croaked loudly; as if abruptly belching. Yet, perfectly in sync.

Each sound, in perfect harmony, echoing off of each other, dissipating into the sounds of the hollowing breeze, brushing against huge the paddled shaped leaves of the Palms trees surrounding the beach.
The taste of salt, tainted the flavor of our lips.  The fresh aroma of ripe  mangos, still lingers; on our fingertips, and lips.

Moments ago, the rich sweet creamy juice drip uncontrollably. Pouring our from the sides of fruit, slowly pooling in the palms; after dripping from my lips. Other drops, seep though the corners of my hand, falling to the ground, seeping through cracks of the black sand.

We laugh. I smile, because this time when you smile - it seems as if your smile is wider than your face. Finally.

The view is amazing.

Strong winds still pulling at the trucks of the trees. Bending and throwing them, back and forth, helplessly – they sway to the unyielding wind; their trunks bending under the weight of the harsh ocean wind. Leaves thrash violently; the swinging and swaying of the branches created a unique sound, the hollowed across the midnight, carried by the arms of the wind, cascading across the colorless sky.  

The sounds, were overwhelming.

Off in the distance, strains of white light beaming down a small accumulation of clouds, illuminating the water’s edge; the dim beams of light dancing over the crest of the waves, swaying and shifting effortlessly against each other. The current pulling them, as they drift in the throws of the ocean; glittering and glistening, as they seemly dive over waters edge, spilling off of the earths surface, never to be seen again.

The thought alone, is priceless.

Against myself back-to-back
lost in this foot race.
Trying to get first place,
is trying, when they don't want you here, in the first place.
liars, crossing the line first. Always the worse case
They cheating in this race.
my heart beaten by the pace.
These labels won't erase,
got me stuck in last place.

So far we have traveled, well missed is your touch, on my flesh. The warmth of your fingertips, lite in touch, brings warmth and such. Igniting my core as the flames roar, my hungry, lust for more.

To my eyes;
   expose your privacy
   and lets see
   if we can keep it private