#mmm
Nectar is tasted upon
Awaiting lips, fingers
greedily licked dry.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
the days just before spring
just after fall
where the damp and cold grips the air
but summer still sings her
uplifting call.
comfortable outside in
track pants & a sweater
chilling fingers if they are
not woven tightly together.
but oh,
how lovely is the cool breeze
off the ocean?
to just take a minute of the day
between all the daily commotion
to sit and bask
in the salty sweet air.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
drift unto
the seamless abyss
stars beneath your feet
grass on your finger tips
head heavy
body light
here today
gone tonight.
too much
too soon
nothing to take
everything to lose.
I can't ask
could never tell you
so
goodbye sun,
hello moon.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
Look at it, your finger isn't an
"Eraser"
Stop
STop
STOP
Trying to rub it out,
What are you doing
Spitting
on your
Fingers
If the love furnace isn't
warm, no amount of you
Mingging slobber will
Light this fire that needs a
Spark,
Flame,
Fire
Of passionate lust to
This I must say, what's been
On your fingers,
"Really spit from your mouth"
I don't want it smelling of
Bad Breath,
Garlic,
Morning Breath
"PASSION ALERT"
Wash you hands
Fingers too
Its called
"Mouth wash"
Use it too,
Do you know how delicate
This instrument
Your putting your fingers on?
Its the only one I have got
"So don't break it"
**!!That my ****
That's a ********
Rub it gently
Don't rub it out, or ill bite your nose
That my *****
Did you ever do
*** Ed at school"**
Jesus I use my emergency
Stimulator
Don't feel intimidated
Yes its how you use it,
Cough
Cough
Cough
Now go, a woman needs her
Five speed friend, ill be awhile
So don't bother me,
And don't forget to
Close the door on your way out.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
Passion upon sins,
Flesh nectar of love tasted,
Thirst quenched upon lips.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Poetry
is
Like
Cooking,
We
May
All
Use
The
Same
Ingredient's,
But
It
Is
The
Quantity
And
Taste
Of
Each
One
That
Makes
Each
Morsel
Melt
In
The
Mind
A
Different
Way....
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
A good world is what we live in, but a racist country is what we are. Let’s admit it. Racism is the American way, it’s found itself in more than one faction of life.
Black children slaughtered in the streets by those supposedly trying to protect them: Police, others, “concerned citizens”, all there as an enemy to a people meant for peace.
And it’s remained that way for decades. Decades? Try centuries. Why for America not change her ways? Why for such a lost people be judged and labeled for their not knowing any better?
Why is it that a black boy in a school can be picked out of the crowd like cherries in a fruit cocktail, and be subjected to such redundant behavior? Why is it that dark isn’t seen as beautiful? Why is it that we catch hell like ***** in a baseball glove? And why won’t this world change?
My people, the good people, have been led astray, taking away our little progress and turning it against us like a machine of war. My people, the black people, have been taught the art of self hate from their former slave masters, we have been taught that the darker the uglier but the lighter the better, as it still shows to this day, and this mindset disgusts me.
And when I close my eyes, I see nothing but the faces of those killed, far too many to name, and yet even after years and years, no justice wrought and no tears spared from the eyes of family members. And yet the injustice continues where murderous policemen still roam the streets like hyenas looking for a fresh **** in a ghetto where nothing but torment already can be made.
Where is my peace?
Where is my brother’s peace?
Where is my sister’s?
Where are the leaders of my people with the same skin-tone, why are those available already sold out? Why am I being used even when I don’t know it? Why am I living in a hell made by a people whose whole purpose was to torment my ancestors.
Times have changed, customs accepted and new stereotypes made. Now anyone can say ***** and it not seem racist because it’s the thing now. I’m sorry, my brotha, I had no idea such a thing could trend. Now ****** foreplay is considered dance, dry-humping your nuts off is considered a “trap dance” and this supposed trap is exactly what it’s called. But yet we don’t complain? Rise up, my black brothers, arise my young sisters. For we are at war with a beast of our own creation, and that beast is seeking to obtain our inner guts as a fulfilling meal if we don’t do anything about it.
Rest in peace, my fallen comrades, for as this war progresses, I will soon join you beyond the stars of the mind and under the ground of those who stomp to battle against a foe who challenges us all.
Washington 10.10.15
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
The last thought before I go to bed
Is always a handfull of the same things
-how should I be feeling right now
-I hope I didn't hurt anyones feeling that didn't deserve it
-you
-the sky is nice
-so are trees
-you
-and bees
all of those things are great, but also in some way bring great pain,
almost
Like a
pure grief
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
I can feel him pulsing
from deep inside me, all down & up underneath
but, when I'm on top
I have my fun,
I grab his wrists,
kiss his neck just a little bit
his eyes roll back
breaks free of my grip, running down my ***
till he finds the sweet spot
& rubs me nice
mm.
now this is how I like it
he takes control
I lose my mind
lose my body
in our souls
intertwined.
I
gasp
& moan
baby, please don't stop,oh
his head
tips
back
his jaw goes
slack
and
we both
climax
as one.
xo
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Eating more than that
they can chew.
laxative dreams explode
in slumber.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
you sang a song
of love & life
but I could hear
the hate & pain
in your soulful voice.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
I love you
Has anyone ever told you that?
It’s only three words,
But it has so much meaning
I love you
Eight letters,
Three words,
One meaning
It can been taken any way,
Sometimes good, sometimes bad
I have different ways of saying
I love you
Sometimes it’s a smack on the head
Or a
You’re an idiot
Cause sometimes I can’t say
I love you
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC