I want to journey through the valley of your lips.

Then travel the hills to kiss your neck
Guide my tongue through the mountains of your chest
Journey across the great plains of the stomach
Until I reach your twin legs of smooth cocoa butter.

Where a garden temple lies
A natural waterfall
Flows sweet juice inside

See, I use my tongue to drink from your fountain

~Take a sip
I released a trap causing juice to overflow

~Take another sip
I hear a perfect melody from the garden

The twin legs start to cave-in
Guide my direction of where to go
I search deeper
As the fountain begins to overflow

Reached your peak
Juice flows out like a river
As I hear you moan softly
You fall into a deep dream of pleasure

Creative Juices
Flowing From the Genius Mind
Haikus are not easy

I use to be in a poverty line,
Food stamps and insurance for a bit
Telling people I'd pick up, it was fine.
Got sick real quick of sitting with people
Who just simply sat.
Once I picked up my head, friend,
I promised I'd never turn back
And if I can beat those odds for me
You can beat those ones for you.

I made a career selling drugs,
From a white collar to scrubs and back
Don't listen to my grandmother,
She will tell you that I haven't been using my potential
But she doesn't read everything I wrote
Everyday with this pencil.
As if money equivalates value,
As if the paycheck is a reason not to be you.
Some people don't see behind the scene
Like the whole audience isn't caged,
Like every performance isn't staged.

I can't stress enough to follow your dreams,
Be responsible with responsibility
But a career is just a check, silly.
A passion is worn in a fashion on the heart
Worth it's weight in gold,
Speaking whatever art from your soul,
I take care of mine, so don't mind
Because anyone can be a god
And beat those odds that beat you down

To those in search of my heart, you won’t find it.

Not here at least,
I hid it,
No offense to you.

It is locked behind doors of thick bone,
Tucked under flexing armor of muscle,
And secured away in the silky depths of my skin.

But,
I see yours is ripe for the taking.
Plump and precious,
Pulsing it’s sweet red juices,
It’s taunting me.

Why haven’t you hidden it from me?

This isn’t a joke,
I’m deadly,
I’m a predator to hearts like yours.

But, since it is there.
I’ll take it.

I’ll take it in my palms,
I’ll sink my nails into it,
I’ll lap up the love it drips.

Tastes like honey.
Sweet, so sweet, so yummy.

I’ll press it to my lips,
I’ll line it with my tongue,
And pierce it with my teeth

The way it beats for me drives me wild.
I can taste your rhythm.

You’re not naive or ignorant.
You’re just in love,
How could I not take advantage of that?

You’re weak,
And I’m strong.
So, let me take care of you.

You’re sad,
And I’m here.
Just give yourself to me.

I’ll take precious care of the heart fruit you bare.
I promise.
You’ll be safe with me.
You’ll be happy,
Content,
And satisfied.

But, eventually, heart broken.

Like lemonade, my insides are melting.
Sweet and sour, love made on demand.
Wasn’t long ‘til I started sweating.
You had me in the palm of your hand.

Who’s eyes do i choose to rest upon? Perhaps I’ll know when I’m finally gone. Already tried subliminally to ***** me out but GOD came through and sorted me out. Perhaps it was He who brought me here so I’d have no other choice but to draw in near. Windex in my eyes till my sin runs blind but by the time I come through pray I stay divine. If not now then when do I need a friend to rest my tears upon? Or how about a mate for my soul to claw through and out? Please take me soon if I’m rotting out but if not suppose I could bounce about. Time is but the noose slowly circling my neck and best be sure I could never jump to run it taut. With all this grief in the atmosphere it’s hard to puff smoke just to see it clear. Now that I’m on the path predestined pretending is simply out of the question. Please come quick so I can cement in bold this untold truth burning in my soul.
Selah

Orange-Juice
tastes nice:
sweet,
hydrating,
with tiny nourishing pips
which squish on my tongue
as I swallow.

Peel me mangos
And the pain goes and mixes with the fruit’s sweet flesh,
Dripping fresh and bitter-sweet

You still come to me when I’m asleep
to whisper pretty nothings in my ear
until my brow sears each passing thought with your image
I imagine you as timid as at our first meeting, as bold as at our last, your laughter repeating on and on and on

on our last day you kissed me sweetly, the taste of mango on your lips