i am not her
the woman who had countlessly betrayed your trust,
the woman who constantly made you feel like what you did and who you were was never enough,
the woman who would only hit you up for not true love but a convenient lust.

i am not her
the woman who so willingly took advantage,
the woman who without the slightest hesitation, took you for granted.

i am not her
the woman who took everything as a joke; to upset you was to be seen as funny,
the woman who only seen you as a dollar sign and finessed you of your money.

i am not her
the woman who spilled bitter lies from her lips like coffee to a wooden table,
the woman who convinced you that you could never achieve anything, as if you were unable.

i am not her
the woman who was filled with nothing but anger and spite,
the woman who seeked joy from causing you pain,
the woman who was given gift after gift and yet still found a reason to complain.

i am not her
the woman who mission was to use and abuse,
the woman who wronged you then turned around and you were the one being accused.

i am not her.


- d.berry

slowly trace your tongue around it then hold it up to my face so i could take a bite...you gently rub it around my areola then bring it down to my stomach and further down...i slightly flinch from the coolness of the fruit on my skin and it makes you smirk with this look in your eyes as if my unexpected body gesture pleases you. lifting my head back up, i look down to find you playing with me, mixing the strawberries juice with my own. with so many sensations happening all at once i can no longer hold back a soft moan that escapes my lips. with the half bitten fruit still in your hand, you melodically rub it on the part of me that has 8,000 nerve endings and my body naturally begins to sway to the rhythm you’re making. once it’s coated to your liking, your eyes begin to sink lower until you’ve diven into a sweet and delectable fruit salad that leaves your mouth covered in wetness that i’m eager to lick off...

- d.berry

you leave a sour taste in my mouth, like the shot of apple cider vinegar i take at the end of each day.
things between you and i didn’t even get that far, tell me why is it that i feel this way?
never have we exchanged the “L” word,
never have we made love .
yet, a stinging jealousy lingers on the tip of my tongue.
the wings of thousands of butterflies in my stomach would flap, whenever my phone rung.
how can a kiss or two lead to an emotionally draining attachment? **** near a soul-tie!
i was certain of the decision i made when i said my last goodbye.
perhaps my heart had other plans for you...us.
but i told you from the jump a toxic trait of mine was having the inability to trust.
time passes and here i sit; in disgust, feeling all betrayed.
never have we been officially exclusive, still, i feel cheated on, neglected and led astray.
my mind has moved on but it appears to be my heart that’s having difficulty keeping up.
if i were to spot you anywhere i’d give a cold shoulder and a tense lipped “wassup”.
my soul bellows out to the Bill Withers classic, “Ain’t No Sunshine”.
if the saying “time heals all wounds” is true, then why is it that i am not fine?
the frustration with myself is far deeper than the frustration i have for you.
turns out the grass ain’t greener on the other side, turns out it was all too good to be true.
my spirit is stirred, but my eyes refuse to cry.
so i promised myself to keep my head up,
but ****.
**** this soul-tie.

- d.berry

if my body is a temple, then let it be where you worship.
if my body is a safe haven, then let it be a place where you find comfort.
if my body is a mattress, then let it be where you can rest.
if my body is eve, then let your body be adam.

if my body is a fruit, then let you eat and be nourished.
if my body is water, then let you drink and be hydrated.
if my body is medicine, then let you be cured.
if your heart is mine, then let my body be yours.

- d. berry

why must you be hers?
it's not fair.
you're on my mind constantly,
why can't you tell that i care?
i bet i'd treat you better than she does.
you'll feel things you've never felt before
i give you my word, i swear.
to crave your touch,
to dream of your scent
it's evident, our history is all there.
now you must know if you are ever mine,
i'd never let you out of my sight
again
for i am not one who likes to share.
let us explore,
let us roam like the young and free
souls we are.
i only wish to do this with you,
my dear.
let us go out to dinner,
where in between bites we'd give
each other sly smirks and stares.
let us spend a day in the town,
spend a night in the fanciest
hotel
where we'll pop champagne
and get so drunk you'll whisper
the dirtiest things in my
ear.
one thing will soon lead to another,
you'll take off yours
before i take off my pair.
the sheets will be grabbed,
eyes will be rolled,
you’d better leave me
gasping,
for air...

- d.berry

i’m feeling like i need you. i’m feeling like i’m craving every inch of you from top to bottom. i’m feeling like you’re my only ****** desire right now. i want you. i want your weight pressed against mine, i want a trail of soft kisses on my skin leading down my body. and when you come across my neck, stay there for awhile...there’ll be no need to rush this time; i’m not going anywhere. bury your face into the side of my neck and let your tongue run mad. **** it, lick it, bite it. and don’t stop until you’ve left your mark on me. my eyes will flutter to the back of my head, my hands will wave frantic, not knowing where to place themselves simply because the feeling you’ll be giving me will be so pleasurable. tilt your head so that your ear is by my lips; i’d want you to hear each moan become more shaken, more intense, louder. and when you’ve finished with that & left me with nothing but a puddle between my legs, gently take my face and kiss me. kiss me like you’ve been wanting me to shut up for the past 10 years. leave my lips smooth from your rough lip bites, french kiss me as if you and i were made in paris. i’d challenge you to a twirl session, your tongue battling mine and let’s see if you could keep up. kiss me passionately but aggressively, kiss me so good that you make me forget about everything other than that very moment. i’d want you to ever so slickly slide your hand from my face down to the inside of my thighs and began to rub on me, rhythmically. i want you to feel up on me and kiss me at the same time. when i feel that the time is right i’ll guide your hand to the center of my body, a gesture i’ve been yearning for at this point. immediately, you’d feel the heat from inside my pants and can’t resist rubbing my **** in an upward downward motion. not too soft, yet not too rough. then circular, counter-clockwise and all that. you’d slid from irresistible lips back down to my neck intentionally wanting to hear me moan and gasp your name, once more. lower and lower i’ll feel your fingers crawl before i gasp out. you’re in me. my temptation has now become my reality. i’d feel the pressure down below, as you’d feel my warmth, my wetness. that repeating squish sound will make you whisper out, “ *******’re so wet” and then my favorite line, “*** for me”. your fingers will be magical and you’d pleasure me gently as if i’m new to this. i won’t be able to take it anymore.. pleasure too quickly will become teasing and torture. “**** me” i’ll let out in one breath hastily. you’ll most likely say something promiscuous, which will turn me on even more. typically, i’d have you devour this ***** but i’m more impatient this time than usual. the only thing i could think of, the only thing that’ll give me that feeling of extreme satisfaction is, you in my guts. you’ll be harder than a brick and just as eager as me. your eyes stay on mine as i feel your **** rubbing against my lips until...you’ve slid in. grabbing onto you, your arms, is my first reaction. with each ******, i feel myself expand and contract more and more. the tip of your **** hitting against my ***** walls allows my body to self-lubricate, wetter and wetter. i look up at you, my mouth open still in shock and my moans echoing where ever it is that we might be. your occasional “yeah you like that ****?” “***** good as ****” “shittttt” keeps my focus on you and you alone. i rub my **** while you caress my belly, my *******, arms and legs. turning a bit onto my side, you stay close behind and penetrate me from a different angle yet the feeling remains just as sensational. i cream all over you right before you take yourself out of me slowly and head to my mouth, so that i taste the both of us...a little salty, a little sweet. it’s a distinct taste. placing your hand lightly over my head, you slide it slow down the back of my throat and exhale unsteadily as your eyes close. i am pleased with the fact that i can please you in return. my mouth is full of saliva, warm and wet and covers every inch of your manhood. you take advantage of my not having a gag reflex and let out an alarmed sounding “i’m bout to ***..” and came you did.

- d.berry