365Nectar #60  Devour Me        
Fri. November 22, 2013  9:18 P.M.


Devour me...

A provocative passionate pouring
of pillaging and plundering...
A pleasing prowling
of a piercing plunderer...
A lovely, limp nymph
laid upon a sizzling alter...
Smoldering...
Awakening all the senses
a choking of lust
unleashes exhilarating
and

envelops you...

Effortlessly evoking ethereal...
a sinister seduction
seductively seduces
and hungry hips
breakdance with hysterical
Stimulating a surreal surge of a sweet seeping...
waiting...

impatiently...

For you to chisel
an unimaginable devouring...

S slow steady climb to the summit
of the ultimate ******...
Time-
Time-
Time... a tool to employ flamboyantly...
immediately...

eargerly...

Expose my conquered heart
that leaks
of streams
of cream
of succulent sensation...

Expose my tamed moistness
that whispery whines
as you build a legacy
of torturous licking....

Seductively...

Slithering in spicy spirals
of stirring screams
from stormy shivers
of steamy anticipation
of your redefining touch...

Suddenly...
drowning in the sticky sensation
of all that is us...
A tender luscious love liquefying flesh
and penetrating souls...

We blend in blazing bliss
tapping taboo for titillating thrills
you rock a rowdy ravishing
inside me...

I whisper wet whimpers
and beg for bitten breast...
Our wrestling hips
hug, *****, and groan a hungry growling...
Pounded into saturated submission
I linger in lubricating dreams
for you-
to...

devour me.

365Nectar #61  Snatched Out of Sanity        



Sat. November 23, 2013  4:26 P.M.

Having an intimate conversation
with your swagga,

I was trapped in an unraveling of unquenchable lust

The tightening scent of smoldering sweat stirs

Your shivering slow stalk
tossed me into a whimpering limp...

A savory sweltering
and sweetness accumulates...

You tap and spill me like sap from a maple tree
defying laws of gravity...space...and time
you delve deeper and inject droplets of rumbling ecstasy

Unmistakably enticing
alluring arousal fluttered capturing me...

and snatched me clean out of sanity.

365Nectar #107  One Last Moan
Wed. Jan. 8, 2014  10:52 A.M.

Anxious waves of swollen anticipation
Roll like hot lava
Scorching your temptation…
I’m needing your touch.

My swollen lips quiver in wild shudders
from sweet torture
and inflamed mumbles slither out of me

Twitching and turning together
our perfumed bellies are drenched in a *** soaked dream

Your ravaging renders you aching jaws
and me…
incoherent speech

Pinned….kneeling…. and blind-folded
slumped over and dripping
*** cracking
and ******* bouncing
mouth-watering ******* drown us in
the melodious echoes of the quivering screams being clawed out of me


My hot lava beckoning release
you weave my longing into streaming liquid gold
sizzling satin ***

And we surrender to nasty fantasies

I want you deep and rough
Do me long
Do me hard
Spank a mean moaning out of me

***** a gaging groaning
and lick out primitive screams

fiercely dip me towards blissful sleep
then ****
one last moan
out of me.

365Nectar #8    Crescent City Blues                      
Tues. Oct 1,2013 10:21 P.M.

In the deepest attic
the thumping blues
paint pastel portraits
of the Crescent City

In burning ripples
words slap strangers
taking refuge in Armstrong Park

Slender, ****, and Shorty
growl muted tones that ravage old bones
whip thru Mid-City
and saunter thru the Garden District
all just practice to sizzle in a wild tap dance in the Quarter

High steppin Indians
march toward God
and defy gravity.

Roaring second line
being led by woman powered Pinettes Brass Band
hold rush hour traffic hostage for days
belting greasy mingling tunes
in the eye of the dusty moon

A pitch black struggle
with the old moon
liberated old souls
entangled in soaked strings
and sobbing fingers

A quintet churns and
challenges the loneliness of pain

Strumming fingers
make out with
humming strings
under a starry blue grey sky

Stomping down long black Oak-lined roads
blowing thru shotgun homes
like winter cold howling
lifting heavy weights
from shoulders
like the sun shifting against bad weather
the blues lady
open the veins
of drunken roses

Lungs full of tears
Irma holla's, cries, and moans remedies
north south east and west of a street called Desire
Oh Etta
At Last

Dim Misty light
cast a heavy shadow
on wiggling spirits
as they cast off pain
Allen Toussaint
in smokeless blaze
tips the night air

Kermit blows
Dusty blues
seducing suffering souls
bounding them to each other in bliss

Whispering around town
in a perfect velvet midnight
sweet exhalations of song birds from corner joints
dance the Ruffin groove

fiery trebles wave at people passing by

Down right ***** blues
muzzles twilight
trombones,tubas, and trumpets
lay harmony
under the harmonious thunder
of the Marsalis Masters
and low down deep
in a musty sleepless corner
is the missing Bass-man..

hung over.

Copyright ©2013  Crescent City Blues

365Nectar #49  Clean Out Your Basement            
Mon. November 11, 2013  10:25 P.M.

Half-crazed like a naked savage...
stillness speaks
clamoring for attention in startling fresh expression
conjuring false memories of purity...

Cheering unsuccessful progress
in an attempt to preserve non-existent dominance...

Cosigned on civilized barbarity at an interest rate of 36% compounded annually...

The survival of a naked castaway
Perfectly unbalanced symmetry, that's slightly consistent, in a feeble attempt to compensate for weak genetic inheritance

Bathing **** in a ****** religion of bewildering complexity...

Relatively fluent in ungoverned profanities...
intentional involvement in ******* and lies

Aggressive mental exploits inflate illusion
disabling direction...

Gullible digestion of prescribed placebo
claiming cure of  a Curiosity Coma...

STOP hoarding evidence of stupidity...
911 radical refinement...


                            ...CLEAN OUT YOUR BASEMENT.

365Nectar #58   Menage A' Trois for Two        
Wed. November 20, 2013  11:03 A.M.

When drilling fantasies
conjure up blinding moments of ****** chaos
quench your thirst to the edge of exhausted...

Loosen Love's skirt with lavish curiosity
and plant kisses on her cheeks ever so tenderly
she will appreciate it...
...and will thank you accordingly...
graciously... properly...
... with no hesitations or reservations.

Caress her tightly closed thighs mercilessly
and arouse her passion for you...
observe how her eyes roll up into the back of her head
as you travel inside her
A deep grinding rains of sweat...

Frolicking with the power of an angry bull
you violently plunge faster and harder
stomping out Love's sweet wine.

You swing Love into a mad intimate dance
and passion strokes you in your spinning...

******* on Love's heart
she begs for more...
swallow Love and feel the warmth of her frenzy
put a gentle squeezing on her soul
and her floodgates will pour you out a blessing...
Place a soft chewing on her ripe pulp
and feel her juices flow and run down her limbs and yours.

Firmly massage her ******* and release goosebumps...
employ some devious device
and create double pleasure... for Love...
in the name of love...
a menage a' trois for two.

Affectionately stuffed
Love engulfs you with deep trust
Complete pleasure arises...
and Love returns to her fertile season
overwhelmed by the generosity of a ****, ****** servant
Love shows deep appreciation...
from rooftop to porch...
from chair to wall...
sideways planting...
from bedroom to kitchen...

Dress Love in your dazzling sorcery
and she'll wear it like gorgeous jewelry.

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I Am My Own  



I am my own…
     crystal Fiji beach
          Mochachino
     whip cream
          cinnamon top
     mango top
fresh picked raspberry drops.

I am my own…
     mighty wind
          triumphant friend
     gift of love
          fruit essential
     one heart
          one love.

I am my own…
     dark blue calm sea
lemon grass-aroma therapy
honey sweet jasmine essence of love…

I am my own color of love.

I am my own…
     natural mystic
           secure spirit
     Brazilian love
          honeysuckle rose
     Shangri-la high…

I am my own poet of love.

A slave bound by my own soul.
in control of control
releasing serenades
from a deep rich soul.

I am my own…
    cry in the dark
          shimmering lights
    crescent moon
          guiding light
    hot lava
          river valley low
    Mt. Everest high
in between medium grey skies.

I am my own…rain to sunshine.

Daybreak
     sunrise
midnight
     moonlight
stormy weather
     indigo blue
irreversible internal damage
my own worst enemy too.

But most of all…

   I am my own

Unconditional Love.

© Copyright 2004 I Am My Own

365Nectar #42 Don't Be Judging Me            
Mon. November 4, 2013  8:26 P.M.


Volcanic velvet voices
vibrate the night
like thunder in the distance.

Booming Bassmen
blaze and burn
like ****** fire on a dark corner
in the dingiest part
of a rumbling city that never sleeps.

Sensual saxophones shudder
singing prayers of saints and sinners
while hot horns hypnotize
in perfect high compression swirls
tithing in the holy temple
of Jazzy Blues.
An alluring flutter
of silken harmonies.
A spine tingling spike
of don't be judging me jazz filled blues.


Scorching strings splinter
melancholy prison walls.
Stomping out a seismic sizzle
tempermental tones of
tickling trumpets
torch the menacing hurricanes of life
with warm rushes of excitement.

A spine tingling spike
of don't be judging me jazz filled blues.

"Take Me" Vixens tantalize
tucked up crowds
with thrilling tongue lashes
of silken harmonies.
A spine tingling spike
of don't be judging me jazz filled blues.

Full flaring flutes
gently ****** with inquisitive fingers
and  stir a groan
like a religious ritual.
A playful teasing
floating enticingly
like a sly fox.
Such a succulent piercing
of moonstruck madness
pulsing mercilessly
leaving fields of fire
of a funky boogie menace
for a wild child.
An alluring flutter
of silken harmonies.
A spine tingling spike
of don't be judging me jazz filled blues.

Copyright ©2013 Don't Be Judging Me

365Nectar #46 The High Priestess of Soul            
Fri. November 8, 2013  10:38 P.M.

Deep in the distance
dancing upon the horizon
a deeply distinctive voice
defies definition
bending genres to her will
clearly breaking boundaries
an exiled priestess wails louder than ever
silky, soulful, and spicy Pastel Blues

Little Girl Blue
lettin' it all out
with a wild as the wind
Sinner man
just tryin' to feel good
absolutely refusing to be misunderstood
a strong-willed priestess turns tempermental tunes
into blazing beautiful harmony
putting a revolutionary spell on you
belting  emotional songs of freedom and spirit
Peace of Heart
Nectar of Truth
just in time
to do what you do...
an exiled priestess wails louder than ever
silky, soulful, and spicy Pastel Blues.

Born to a preacher handyman
and housemaid minister
a gospel pop fusion diva
emerges from the Glory of Love
a strange volatile fruit
blossoms into young, gifted, and Black
spitting storms of spiritually smoldering Black Gold
from a silky soul
that scorches the earth
an exiled priestess wails louder than ever
silky, soulful, and spicy Pastel Blues

Masterfully mesmerizing
Black rock
Blood
and Candlesmoke
a fiery flow of
tangy, tantalizing and titillating
under a fog of duality
genius bears two heads
vibrant and intricate
a saucy songstress swings with passion and honesty
an empowered diva
breaks down and let's it all out
just energetic expressive jazz
injected with well composed folklore
live at Ronnie Scotts
an exiled priestess wails louder than ever
silky, soulful, and spicy Pastel Blues

From Newport to Baltimore
an exiled priestess feeds forbidden fruit
and hypnotizes the masses
with tantalizing love me or leave me alone torch songs
a powerful
Four Women
high on Lilac Wine
blush from Broadway Blues Ballads
in Baltimore
See-line woman
goes to hell
to save Little Liza Jane
and shelters in Barbados
Cotton-eyed Joe feeds
Brown Baby controversy
behind Blue Prelude

Did it move you?
Yeah...
Hell yeah.. it moved me too!

Mr. Bojangles wave bye bye to a Blackbird
in chilly winds that don't blow
while willows weep something seemingly
symbolic of soothing
to an African mailman in Central Park

and an exiled priestess wails louder than ever
silky, soulful, and spicy Pastel Blues

The High Priestess of Soul
caged but still singing
shivering sensations
from stubborn sweetness
under sweet strings
that sharply spill and scatter strength
to the sorrowful
that  daily dine and devour
silky, soulful, and spicy
Pastel Blues.

365Nectar #48  Life and No Regrets            
Sun. November 10, 2013  11:26 P.M.

Wildly dancing down Devil's highway to heaven
life on the line...

Unrecognizable negatives
illuminating the revolution of evolution...

Exploration of afterthought with a loaded gun
elaborate irrational Rats emerge...

Neglected emotions stomp out the room in a crazed tantrum
and embellished restrictions gloat as enthusiastic whimsy encourages...

Unpublished tolerance collects dust
as a swollen hot head self-justifies and bamboozles life's strategy...

Habitual self-inflicted torture is driven by constant social pressure
and reflective adaptation is blamed for birthing excessive pain....

Premature gestation period makes the difficult practically impossible and Scavengers take obvious advantage of impediments...

An overall reckoning...

Confined to an ever-diminishing brain
with the threat of imminent extinction...

Turn your disadvantage into great advantage...abort helplessness and manipulate a spiral of effective intelligence...

Be Unapologetic with Deliberate...

Absolutely Decisive with Destructive...

then sign-off with NO REGRETS.