She had some weak spot; between her legs, in her chest,  in her mind. Others, smaller ones, all over her body; Hidden, in places she had forgotten, or never knew existed - all over the place, some of my favorite places. One by one -  we found them. I enjoyed taking my time. We didn’t ****, that’s easy. I made our bodies come together, we didn’t have ******; we shared one. Don’t get me wrong, I pulled her hair, made *** there, and over there. Whispered disgusting things into her ear, while pulling her hair- went from kissing her lips, to ******* her tongue; to licking down there. Turning her on, then giving her hand, getting it done. All of that, was just, the prelude, to us becoming one...

The release; so powerful; sometimes to feel alive: all you need is a reminder:

His guiding hand:supplying the demands to the upper-hand, across her belly button, to forbidden; lands. Parted  lips, her pink folds;dragging his hands down. Working each other: we ain’t fooling around; our bodies, over time. Dripping wet with desire.

Her reaching back; she leaned back. Over the edge; of the bed. standing *****. Picture perfect; she’s holding her breath, as he’s kissing on her neck, her breast, focused on her ******, the left. Right in my mouth. Long ponytail, pulled to the left. She is wet, under there, her underwear - pulled to the side, exposing her underhair; shaved bare, under there.

Fingers wrapped around him. Looking hard, she found it; tugging on it. Him pushing his luck got her pressing her lips against him. Pulling his belt out of way; biting his lips, he’s tensing. She, kiss as she play. looking a certaining way; tempting how she tempts him. She’s over the top, and its so overwhelming.

She’s all touched, from touching it; so fortunate, her *******, soaking wet, juices flowing. Wet spots, he’s all over it. Exposing her ****; to his fingertips: with his index; ******* next. Started working her slow, building up to raw ***. Pressure building, rising her chest. She’s worked up; trying to get off. Giving it our best. Her waistline, being pumped from behind, so smooth; the finest wine. Unsatisfiable rhythm, keeping them inline. Holding onto her waist, he’s so online; bending backwards, pleasuring each other, every time. Some may come and go, but they come together every single time.

He’s feeling it: the way its feeling, feels so good - a burning sensation: her  tenderness subduing his manhood; all is well, so it must good. Movement, with quickness, once his hips shifts, its motion sickness. Stroking his egos, increasing his stiffness, filling her deep. She’s clenching him, tighten, tighter. The feeling of him growing, she’s feeling him insider. Their wet bodies, skins glistening in the their fire.

This desire, writhing inside me,
like a hunger; I covet thee.
Yearning for your taste
to quench my thirst for your flavor--cleansing my palet of such cravings.

Let my fingers trace her skin,
Carving paths only we’ve been in.
Lose yourself as we collide,
To find each other deep inside.

My tongue a poet, her body the page,
Writing verses of passion, igniting a stage.
Kissing her hard, left bruises remain,
Her pleasures ache within pain.

Taste her need as she she take mine too,
In a desperate dance, raw and true.
Not softly, not shyly, but we play it safe,
Marking her boldly with our embrace.

Take me like freedom’s last fleeting call,
Break me apart, but rebuild it all.
I don’t want careful—I crave divine,
An unforgettable chaos where our souls align.

People will judge you,
    so judge them back;
                  stick to the facts,
                Ignorance is bliss;
                           no change in that.
                           the blind leading,
                           the blind.
      
  So you can judge--  just don't react.

some times i feel
like i got ******* on the deal
like democracy, politically
is mocking me, that's how i feel
fake news in times of need
empty promises don't feed
the needy getting left behind
pride getting pushed to the side
empathy and cold hard cash don't coincide
instead of big steps forward
we are falling behind, in a time,
where we, have no time for wasting time
generations of generations getting left behind
after generations of generations, its like genocide
our values dont match our history
told from either side
we should have learned something
instead we just let it ride
playing games with our future
using the hands of time
chasing our heads with tails
its only a matter of times
before we catch up with reality
and it blows our minds

I wonder what they would think, if, I knew what I really thought?

There are things I could have don't differently.

    But, I didn't -- So, **** it.
There is always -- next time.
So lets get over it -- to get there.

It begins—
not with thunder, not with fire,
but with the slow unraveling
of something once tightly wound.
The veil, heavy as drowning light,
cascades over my skin,
settling in the marrow of my bones.
Rose-colored glass slips from my nose,
shattering midair—
a thousand fractured illusions,
glitter caught between seconds.
The fog retreats,
folding into the arms of the trees,
revealing the clearing I had always stood in.
The ground—littered, painted,
a mosaic of warnings I once mistook for love.
Scarlet bones,
whispers of every red ******* flag
I swore I didn’t see.

Her body;
a symphony of imperfection
that make her perfect

Temptation knocking outside,
don't let it inside.
Your heart is made of gold,
don't trade it; you survive.
Always look to your father
strength he will always provide.
I will always be there,
like that voice you have inside.  
Bad will always be there,
just stay on the right side. Cause,
Legends never fail, and
coward always hide.
Cut from a different cloth,
good genes on your side.
Talents are God given; Gifts
precious treasures;  hard to find.
your secret powers, with focus;
will be revealed over time.
Seek, and you, will find.
what you need:already given.
anything else, a waste of time.
You will never be abandoned,
I will never leave you stranded.
Hand in hand, we walk in stride.
Traveling rough paths,had to survive.
The climb up is tough; the view down, outstanding.
Strong foundation, solid ground, good landing.
Stand on your own two feet; doesn't cushion the landing.
Standing your ground, makes a man out standing.
And......
It's not how you fail, it's who's left standing.

I want to take, tiny sips,
of your cherry red lips.
my favorite drink,
on my special list of sweet things,
with a devilish twist.
it taste so sweet it,
makes our lips stick,
our tongues tied like licorice
love being so selfish
my tongue her tourist
******* on her lips
her eyes rolling back
like her hips.
she's feeling me,
I'm feeling this.

make love to her.
Nice and slow, so you’d know
what it feels like to be truly felt.

Her body, soft in all the right places,
your space tight, drawing him in.
He wants to give her more than just pleasure—

He wants to leave his mark
fill her with more than just him
but the essence of he; his seed

So even,
when the night fades
and she's gone,
his scent will still linger
on her skin,
like a whisper against,
her ear - he's gone,
but still there.
his seed,
the remedy,
to bring them harmony

The only reason I like forgetting about how beautiful you are;
                    I love being reminded.

Some dim witz, try and talk slick; I'll flip the linquistics on these limp biscuits, like it’s No body’s Business, for instance; these lyrics throw bricks at ******, that write lyrics like bones and sticks; you barely hear it, and nothing sticks. So I will put it like this; my pen dragging is a lyrical assist of my mind management that coexists with an untapped abyss capable of slick rap antics, with acrobatics, sick enough to spit dope **** to a fiend and crack addicts; the flow problematic; semi-automatic with the flips, and a-wrist-to-go craft it; now your verbal way; above average. I’m on a roll; way a head of the class *****. My Style switch like a buy chic; trying Bi ****, and she 5'6 six with some nice ****, kissing a ginger, same height, both wearing tights- I like it. Funny how things *** together; Good-night. Its not over; I'd like-to get it started, get it right. You like the way I write, you should see me when I am right. Now, drunk off wine coolers and sprite; and my buds' light; so everyting is gonna to be aright. Prepared for one hell of a fight; writers block, get's a hook, then a right; then in the  a.m. I am, out for the night. my word play, ******* with my sight- translation, I will be so tired in the morning, the morning will be my night.

The rope bites deep, a fiery embrace,
Twisting, binding, claiming its space.
Flesh remembers each tender sting,
A captive rhythm to which I cling.

I writhe, I pull, the knots hold tight,
Time dissolves in the grip of night.
Minutes or hours, I cannot say,
Suspended here, where shadows play.

Then a presence, electric, near,
A whisper of breath I ache to hear.
The room hums low with silent demand,
As power approaches—steady, unmanned.

A brush of warmth, a fleeting touch,
My pulse ignites; it’s all too much.
Yet still, I’m caught in this sweet refrain,
Bound in the pleasure, awaiting the pain.

As we exchange gentle kisses;
             our bodies engage
             lips graze her ribcage
             her heart enclaves
             and her chest caves
             unto a soul encaged
             beating with passion
             and fueled by rage
              it's more than just lust
              it's the Passion we exchange.

Her hips:
       a fierce gallop,
       ceaseless,
       circling,
       reigning from above—

Life is a riddle I will never understand
Created by mother nature
Our nature destroyed by man
Playing games with destiny
Karma over playing it's hand
We are what we are, that's been
the problem since the world began.

The more I fill it,
the more empty it becomes.
and when I try to empty it,
this empty feeling fills my insides.
It always finds me, when I try to hide.
Can't get rid of it, its like it buried deep down inside.

Ride me,
As I guide thee,
Match my rhythm, stride for stride,
Our bodies move, perfectly tied.

You provide pleasures deep and sweet,
Where our desires and passions meet.
Overwhelmed, we lose all time,
Chasing a satisfaction so sublime.

Together we seek, together we find,
A fiery connection, body and mind.
With every motion, our souls collide,
In this endless dance, side by side.

We **** on the cold ground,
breath sharp, bodies unbound.
Go fast—then slow it down,
hearts sync to a primal sound.

I take you there, then you bring it home,
back and forth, skin and bone.
Touch of heaven between your thighs,
one thought alone—I'm paralyzed.

Paradise, wrapped in heat,
your body sings, our souls repeat.
You feel so good, you make time freeze,
a touch, a sigh, you bring me to my knees.

You leave me shaking, leave me still,
like gravity left, lost in the thrill.
You make me feel so **** alive,
I’ll change your life, I'll make you mine.

As soon as you slide, we slide,
fire and silk, we collide.
Making love in candlelight,
shadows flicker, burning bright.

Love the way you feel, the way you vibe,
your body’s poetry—no need to write.
No space, no pause, no need to hide,
just you and me—we ride.

Imprinting these words on your flesh
like stone on sheets of sand
they weigh heavily

I search for every word to impress
that express thoughts through tongue
keywords visually perplexed

******* emotions
down to the naked truth
the bare eye bond to confess

capture by pure beauty
enthralled by her bliss
taken by hers truly
her presence, is my gift

Switch
            It
               Around
                           Spiral
                                    Up
                                        Side
                                                 Down
                                            Right
                                         Side
                                     Up
                             Down
                     Spiral
            Around
          It
Switch

Million dollar dreams, covered in schemes.
Living life, break it down; isn’t always what it seems.
Pawns dancing around castles, protecting their queens.
Kings killing rooks; just his castle with Queens,
The writings one the wall Suited regimes.
Small circles, lotta jokers on the team.
Call them how I see them; like prophecy deem.
Cut from a different cloth, tearing at the seams.
Chasing success; got me acting like these fiends.
My Ego- intervened; mirror image, mirrored me.
now I’m caught up in between; past and destiny.
Doing the right thing; or something – the hours past; take a knee.
Our glass, cast sands on the scene. I balance beam; my trails
to outlast the thirst for the cream. cash rule everything but me.
Change of scene different character, same cast.
On the same path; different act. They all wack.
Specially trained in all black; stakes at my back.
From when these animals attack; and stile I’m back.
Cause I’m good like that; the royal family.
Surrounded by flats. Trading spaces; your move
by the time my eye reacts.

Your body language waving me on; the way you are addressing me, is driving me crazy; hugging your curves, its turning me on. The ride; must be superb. Your profiler unheard, your concaves, suggest that your are blessed; anything less is absurd. Got my attention; standing attention; and savory every word. I hope my word-of-mouth; is the best thing you ever heard. Cause my words slipping off of the tip of your tongue; might be the slickest thing, they've ever rode. All eyes on you; such a lovely road. Best part about it; you broke the mold.

My breath catches as I take in the sight, an unexpected rush of heat spreading through my body. Her eyes are closed, lost in the pleasure she’s giving herself, completely unaware of my presence. I feel a mix of awe and desire, mesmerized by the raw intimacy of the moment.

The way her fingers move, deft and confident, sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t tear my eyes away, drawn in by the rhythm of her movements and the soft, intoxicating sounds escaping her lips. Every touch seems to ignite her more, her body arching and trembling in response.

As I watch, a part of me wants to step into the room, to be a part of this intimate scene, to feel the heat of her skin and the intensity of her passion up close. But I stay rooted to the spot, captivated by the beauty and vulnerability before me, my own breath syncing with hers, the space between us charged with unspoken desire.

In this moment, I am both an observer and a participant, feeling every ounce of her pleasure as if it were my own. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of us in this private, electric connection, where every sigh and moan feels like a secret shared between lovers.

His love;
   Rooted in my heart
   Tangled and rotten
   Cutting or parts
   My only chance for
   Survival.

Roses are red
And violets are blue.
So it what they say is true,
Then beautiful was named after you.
And loving you is exactly what I will do.
Without you - stuck here missing you, is all that I do.
You said you love me, well I love you; multiplied by Two.