"ayeshah" poems
*He makes me smile when
all I want to do is cry at times.
He makes me wonder
how did I become so blessed,
even thou I been
blessed a long time ago,
I just didn't know,
joy burst forth from my lips
as a giggle escape cause of
something he recently did!
He makes me stay on my toes
& he makes me feel so whole,
love isn't ever pose to hurt
but I hurt'ed mightily for him
& for him too,
to think I went through it all
and came out clean,
refreshed & brand
spanking NEW!
He makes me smile
&
He makes me laugh!
The power of children
&
a mothers love can
do wonders
for your soul!
it's a gift God
'can only give-
Twins!
Always me Ayeshah*
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 2:30 AM UTC
You've said and I'd have to agree
I'm
selfish,
*Because
I refuse to let you do anything to me,*
Selfish ......
*Why because
I refuse to spread wide & let you
**** me then leave?
You've expressed to others
how*
Selfish
*I can be,
because
I wont give in to your deceit,
I refuse
to allow you any sympathy
when it comes to
your fuckery
your an
infectiousness diseases...*
Selfish
*cause I wont be
subdued with all
the lies and ways
you mistreat me,
all the game playing,
trying to scheme
fake me out,
while you try to
make me lay out
my cards,
ya stupid cheat,
Selfish
because I've told you*
I Wasn't Ready
*I'm calling your bluff,
Your not so tough,
Ya sort of funny papi
Your always trying to knock me,
wishing to cause havoc and bring me down again.*
Selfish
*huh
really?
I'm so*
Selfish
*because I'll put my children
all of them before you,
I've placed my walls back up
wont allow you to climb em
I've changed my mind
more than once it's cause
of something you've done...*
*You've got me rethinking
being up on this pedal-stool
&
I'd rather you stop shaking it
so
I can get down
but you'd rather see me fall.
It's*
Selfish
*of me- right
cause
I'd rather not have to fight,
I don't like being put down,
Specially ya
small jabs
about my mental
the many excuses
you've come to make
time and time again
You've dismissed
my past and all
the bad that's trapped me,
You make fun of me
for having PTSD
& D.I.D.
You've said and I'd have to agree
I'm*
Selfish
*cause I don't want to do this,
I don't need another man's
to abuse,
or for you to
use and beat me
I'd rather be*
selfish
*then to take care of another drunk
or man with any type of addiction,
even if you're addictions me.
I'll be*
selfish
*While
I guard all that's dear to me
You've already
deliberately
tried to cause me so much pain
dressed it up and called it love
but I wasn't fool to your game.*
Selfish
*huh?
Is it because,
I didn't let you in
well not as much
as you'd like me to,
Naw papi
it's because
You
can't just pop into my life
then try to take it over.*
**SORRY MOTHER ******
*You can't mistreatment
and abuse me
than bring me flowers
cards or candy,
You can't rock my body
then dismissively
treat me like
I'm worthless....
But it's me
whose so *******
Selfish.
*I've said it long ago
Oh how he thinks
I'm*
"His Type"
*Well that's not true
because
baby you've made it
so **** clear
that
I'm nothing.
Besides
a *****
a **** & a ****
A *****
even though
You've apologized
each and every time
those
words left your lips,
not right away
but you've done it
&
I refuse to forgive you
over and over
each time you've
repeated ya crimes...*
*No way could
I allow you back
because
you showed you'd
do it
again and again,
and if
BIG ******* IF,
if I allowed it
which I wont-
not anymore and never again
its because
you've said it
right
and
if you cant
remember
well baby
I'll help you
out
its
because
I'm*
SELFISH!
*Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Copyright 1977 - Present*
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
I wanted to feel his hands
massaging me once more,
rubbing out the pain & stress of my day(s).
I wanted to look into his beautiful eyes
that always said
"I Love You My Queen"
I wanted to once again
entwine our fingers
as we held close
our bodies while we laid & talked.
I want to kiss his lips,
feel
our
tongues dance again.
I wanted to run my fingers
once more thew his curly hair....
I want to hear him whisper once more
Good morning my love,
as he came home
from a night of work....
I wanted to feel him
kiss my forehead
and
say baby
I'll fight for you,
for Us!
Like he once was willing to do...
I wanted him to
be there when
His 1st born!
HIS SON
came outta me,
I wanted him to watch as
my opening stretched wide
for the life we conceived
started to break free,
wanted to look at him watching
me struggle
( for my & our sons life)
Wanted him to watch me
cry out with each contraction,
as my body sweating
and
shook from hot to cold
with hot flashes & chills,
I wanted him to see
my legs spread far apart,
my bottom hanging it seems~
slightly off the bed
my feet wrecked up on stirrups
as my ***** minora** opens wider ,
stretching it's self as well as my labia majora....
As our sons head slowly emerges out of me,
I wanted him to watch me
as I watched him
"catch His 1stborn....
His only SON!
I wanted us to cry laugh & hug each other
as our child is placed in my arms....
Him kissing me on my forehead
once more teary eyed with
that proud new daddy
look men tend to get.........
I wanted this and so much more.....
I no longer want it thou!
Realities hit
&
I'm better off
doing this on my own!
**Always Me Ayeshah **
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 12:31 AM UTC
procrastinating is my hobby,
ask
someone if you don't believe me ,
baby i lay around
as i please
&
work at my own leisure,
incredibly you fail
to understand i am me
and
i love more then like the way that i am- gorgeous courageous
coco golden skin,
painfully
i know you feel the threat of
my momentous appeal
keeps
you you & yeah you -- mystified.
guaranteed your days are filled
with shock and frustration,
haa haa hee
how very exciting to me seeing your not as experienced as I,
unlicensed to tame what i'd never give
freely,
repetitiously you've played the game,
failure must be a sweet pill sallowed whole huh?
adequately i compel my strengths -- my naivety makes
my appeal that more interesting,
call me uniquely imperfections
rarely made in to what many can never comprehend,
my life is my dialogue to my very own daily soap opera
la di da da-- it's more then my sultry walk
as i pass you on bye.
in this corrupted jungle
you have to win or be inhibited by
what others may call taboos,
whew weee your so serious,
chasing prey only to tease-- lingering doubts?
catch me-- i bet you can't.
innocently the line's been crossed
yet
speak not of what should be!
only-- this--
is what you'll know ; procrastinating is my hobby!
I Am The Lioness!
(some may be lost on what i wrote&say; but ok lol)
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 8:38 PM UTC
Magnolia's and black Roses
comfort me,
I lay awake as you
softly
breath low lower- fading-
wondering how
I've let you get into
my thoughts & now
once more into my bed...
tonight
I've come awake at the
touch of
your hand,
roughly you've penetrated
the core of my being...
softly a breeze stirs
from my cracked window
and the smell
waffled with your scent
lingers in this bedroom,
Black roses & sweet magnolia's...
I looked over your body too many times
Your eyelashes
I've counted each curly
one a million times,
those high check bones
I've touched & caressed until my hands went numb.
You never move and I hardly breath
thinking it's not right but Ok-
Oh how you danced
with in my Vally of seduction
and
become intoxicated
as you dranked in my nectar- honeycomb.
I wanted you- I wanted this moment ,
I did want to love you and
in a lot of ways I do but
laying here now as I stare at your form
lifeless on my bed I feel it wasn't
just your misleading
pain & your lying games
that brought me to the breaking point...
It was the man
I finally saw who told me once..,
I am worth more!
tears of freedom
streams down my face as
I lay here watching you,
watching the slight breeze from
my cracked window shifts
the thousands of petals all around
you & all
I can do is cry with
a
simple smile on my face.
My rooms filled with the smell
of you
&
Magnolia's & Black Roses.
Always Me Ayeshah
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 1:32 AM UTC
What gives you the right to
judge me,
criticism wasn't asked
so why you
open your mouth,
What's your prerequisite
to make assumption's
& judgments-
Constructive criticism
my ***
My
ADHD
PT-SD
Dyslexia Anxiety
& dealings with you
caused me a break down,
got me
chronically depressed,
You say you only
want the best for me,
Well shut up & let me be!
pill popping just so my E.E.D.
(Emitted explosive disorder)
wont cause me
to become
sentience
with life
new labels
would say
******
if you keep bothering me
I ain't stupid-
So stop talking down to me
Im not illiterate
******* I read
So let me be
No I don't have TS
(tourette syndrome)
I ******* cuss
cuz I wanna
so shut the hell up
I know right from wrong
I'm no psychopath
Then again
I just might be since
I could give a flying ****
about you
weather you live or die
I wouldn't cry.
Your making it harder
for ya self not me just go way
Doc
Do ya got **** Job,
I don't want to talk anymore
My past is where I left it
Behind me
You deal with it
Cuz
I already did & do
For you that
call your selves
wanting to help....
My OCD
(Obsessive-compulsive disorder)
is personal
So what if I wash
my hands& ***
3 or more times
I'm not stupid
or deaf
I have
Selective Hearing
Nor am I ********
that's how
I say hello
with my middle finger
I told you,
I'm not ********
***** I'm Special!
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 7:15 PM UTC
I'll never love like
I used to LOVE him,
But You knew that,
Didn't You,
Cuz love comes in different
shades of purple's pink's& blue's
Chance's are
I'll never care like
I once did,
Again
You knew that too.
Chance's are
I'll never trust completely
Let me guess umm
YUP
you also knew that?
Chance's are
I'll cry again OR I'll smile again,
I'll live like I did before you or him came in to my Life.
I'll try once more to find my soul mate,
But
Chance's are
Nothing will ever be the Same,
Not with out You,
Not with out Us,
Chance's are
we're stuck right here.
With one another,
Is it so bad
Or do you like it this way.
Am
I your everything
your Nubian Queen
Chance's are
I'm nothing You thought I'd be,
I'm a lady yet Crazy,
You see how I do,
But
Chances are
your already Immune.
Chance's are,
Your not ready
Maybe It's me,
Maybe I'm too scared and scary to be,
More than what
He made me,
Yes I am ashamed,
I let him take away my greatness
And steal away my fame
Made me think
I wanted this for myself,
But
Chance's are
Your gonna help-
Me to change
for the better,
Let me lean on you in this weather,
Let me hold you as you hold me,
Sweet talks,
While shedding our grief.
Chance's are
Your gonna keep
your word un-like Him
Sorry there's
no Comparisons
Chance's are,
You'll claim everything,
Even the seed's of another man's
See now that's what I call a MAN.
The one's who really
love and want that
Woman
and
what ever comes with HER.
Chance's are,
You could be fooling me
but
in time I'll know and I'll see.
Chance's are
I might just be using you,
But for what Boo,
Trust in us cuz,
I now got you too.
Chance's are,
I'll RUN from you,
Too Infected& Effect
From what others used to do,
I might blame you too
For the mess they caused me,
Chance's are
I'm doing this
ALREADY?
Chance's are
I'll let you go too soon
and
miss You the most
Cuz
the love you give to me
WAS
unconditional!,
Even your touche's
were
HEAVENLY
From head to toe!
Chance's are,
I'll beg and plead for your heart
Just to get it and tear it all apart.
With every thing in life thou ain't
It worth the risk cuz
Chance's are
I wont do none of
THIS,
I might just love you for you
like you'll do for me,
I might just give into you
in your time of need,
I might just hold you
and
play with your hair
Maybe braid it or what ever
cuz it's there!
I might just let you heal me til I hurt No Mo,
Even claim
YOUR OWN seed's as my OWN!
I might shut the HELL up and let you win A fight,
Maybe just to have make up *** on Winters cold nights!
I might just be everything your looking for huh?
Maybe cuz you know
Chances Are
Abundant...,
To be right there
NO MATTER WHAT
I wouldn't care.
I might carry you to victory,
We might find pleasure in enjoying the little things,
We might make this a lasting thing.
Something to tell OUR grand kids.
You never know and that's the beauty of it
We still try and even thou LOVE hurts,
How do you KNOW
tomorrow will bring rain or sorrow?
Maybe the sun will Rise AGAIN
And
you'll fall in love with me.
Take a chance on me cuz ,
Chance's ARE....,
(whatever WE make them!)
Always Me Ayeshah
Copyright © Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 6:06 PM UTC
Write me ******
Converse with in my notebook
Write me in verses
Use lust a word to trace my lips,
kisses in forms of sonnets,
Touch my hair in feather inked pens,
pencil my buttocks with curvy nouns
Endearments in & out like syllables,
while spelling out sensual adjectives
poetically ****** me,
calling out my name
as you rhyme again in and out out and in
****** deeply within me your hard penetrating
Philosophy.
Wrap your hand in mines as you
once more trace your tongue down my notepad
become master *********** within pages of my dairy.
Converse with in my notebook
as we fill up my pages.
Please Please Please
Write me in verses
Write me ******
Write me harder& harder
Faster Please
Write good long as you Write me
Sweet Poets!
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 13, 2010
Mar 13, 2010 at 7:55 PM UTC
He watched as I 'slept",
seems as if my chest is rising and falling in tune
as he breathed deeply through parted lips.
He shed his clothes and,
wearing only his boxers,
he stretched out alongside me.
He trailed a finger down my cheek,
my neck,
caressing every inch of my body
He bent his head to nuzzle my smooth COLD skin,
flicking my ear with his tongue.
A soft moan escaped his lips.
A single tear slides down my face.....
No One Can Hear Me!
Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Copyright 1977 - Present
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
I'm the Afrocentric Gift
you been waiting and dying to open ..,
Christmas came Early just for you this year,
I'm the Thoughts in ya head,
Mind blowing the
Essences of Sexuality,
Wisdom,
Knowledge
and a
multitude of Feminine Power,
Prowling and
Roaring for your affection,
I'm every Women,
Just not to night
I don't want to share,
Be my one & only..,
I am the
Architects building
the bridges back to ya heart,
My Prominent Black African King,
Mr.Sexy as ya wanna be..,
I Dreamed of this many times at night & also for some weeks,
Thoughts of you Thought of us become " We"
Teaming up and Doing
What lovers do,
But
I want more,
I want your heart too,
I see it in you,
the artist ;Your words caressing me,
Like painting and drawing,I'm just one of your sculptures..,
But
I'm the centerpiece of this mental non-nocturnal dream,
Your the
Author writing a great masterpiece only I'm the Main character...,
Chapter one we began slowly as our bodies
mesh&entwined...;,
Can you distinguishes between Fantasy,
I'm here and these feelings are real.
Lust so passionate you'd think you
conjured me up from your imagination.,
I'm un reasonable when it comes to you,
I want to give you unquestionable pleasure.
Be the Concubine you desire & you shouldn't have to wait,
Not tonight anyways.,
Come here and let me show you,
Be mines....,
Sacrifice yourself,
Be my love salve and come away with me..,
I want to give you this
Delicious yet delicate sweet
Afrocentric Gift!
Speak into me poetically,
Mentally blowing my mind ,
touching with words as you hurt me gently
Yet pleasing my body..
take me
cuz
right now
I'm for the taking,
I'm ready and waiting,
open me,
for
tonight I'll be your
Latin mist
You Puerto Rican *** ,
Come get drunk off my love,
Let me sooth you
and
caress you into submission.
Take what's been given.
This Mix, and blend it with you ,
dance to my song
as
I open for you.
I'm ready and willing
to be what you want me to be.
Give
me pleasure
release the yearning
deep with in me...
I'm yours ya Afrocentric Gift!
Always me Ayeshah
Copyrights © 1977-2010 Ayeshah(A.K.K.C.L.N)
All rights reserved.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
I'm Having A Relapse
My muscles shaking my bones jarring
I'm stu- stu- stuttering,
I'm Having A Relapse
sleep walking while wide away,
dazed in a dream like state,
I need a fix I'm
itching- scratching
rubbing my hand and thighs
You, You you
oh why'd you do this to me
Screaming & tryna climb walls
I'm Having A Relapse
No no nooo don't stop
higher YESss Higher
bring me closer closure
I'm Having A Relapse
I went to the doctor to get help
He said He couldn't
Wouldn't help me is what He means
I run walk talk to myself
Help me Please!
Shaking, sweating,coughing with drive heaves
I feel so funny I can smell taste & feel it coming
I'm bursting with need Please
PLEASE release this desire
this fire which had consumed me,
Lived in my core my very being,
shut the blinds, turn off the lights,
I wont eat can't sleep,
Walking in a funk ,dazed and lonely
Don't hold me!!!!
Don't TOUCH !!!
Just give in Help me ,
Just um, Please
PLEASEEE,
Just Oh Lawd please
Just um Baby Just
HELP MEEEEEE...........
YESSSSS!!!!!!!
**** ME!!!!
Until I can't breath,
I need YOU.
you Oh You........
You know your the cause of me
Having A Relapse!
*** Addiction Can hinder you or for me lol make love making so painfully good!)
Always me Ayeshah
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 9:58 PM UTC
I've changed
You've changed
Remember when
duck duck goose
made sense
Giggling bubblely laughter
was all that mattered
Redlight
123
Greenlight
Tag you're it
Ring around the Rosies
Pockets full of posies
Remember it;
I've changed
You've changed
Life threw us ashes
Ashes ashes
123 Greenlight
Didn't see it coming
yellow
quickly
turned red
Ashes ashes
I can feel myself lifted
flying in the air
Your feet tucked into my belly
Your hands holding my hands
Remember that;
Miss Mary Mat Matt Mat
All dressed in black black black
With silver buttons
heading to a funeral home
That's what's she was doing
but it's not
exactly
how the children's song
goes huh
Remember when;
We'd stand in front of the mirror
****** Mary
****** Mary
****** oooooo don't say it**
I liked it best when
we played
ding **** ditch
Ashes ashes
life's ashes swirling
grey dark hazy
Smokey mist glimpses
as my mind races
Glittered pieces
Like a kaleidoscope
fading in and out
Making funny shapes & faces
Faces with no name
whom I've known
when life was simpler
Ring around the Rosies
Pockets full of posies
Posies ; deep pock marks
Scares an unnamed souls
from crashing though
a car's windshield
***She wanted to text
she'd be home soon***
123 Greenlight
yellow
quickly
turned red
Ashes ashes
I've changed
You've changed
Remember when
Being young & irresponsible was seemingly
our job
We didn't have to worry or wonder
Remember when;
Tag you're it
Ashes ashes
I changed
You changed
&
We All Fall Down!
Copyright ©
Ayeshah K.C.L.N
1977-Present
All right reserved
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
**I have this
feeling**
**I'll not try
to explain it**
**Deep inside
me**
**It's telling
me
not to**
*trust
you*
I admit it
**I've been
hurt a great deal**
but seems here
**You're
playing a game
only you can**
win
**You hold all
the major cards**
**SO
of course
You'll win**
**Only one's
that'll work**
**In this game is
the pair of**
Jokers
**Which doesn't say a lot
then again it says;**
I'm the Fool
**Not once
but
twice over**
**I've been a joke before
unbeknownst
to myself**
**The other players knew
&**
They've cease to inform me
**SO I've had no choice
to be lead on these string's
forever**
**&
Danced
to a foreign tune**
**This time
I'm a Joker
&**
long as you're amused
Guess I'll play my part.
Act II Scene VII
© 2015-2077 by Ayeshah K.C.L.N.
All rights reserved.
No part of this may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means,without prior written permission of Ayeshah K.C.L.N.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
How to write an English poem
Well this is what I do,
I listen to my dear friend "Jon"
Then I go about copying him.
He says Good-marrow My to Thy lady
I laugh & reply back Hath thee fared well,
Like I'm in Shakespeare's Macbeth.
I love how
He uses "thou" different then myself
I say thou in sense of "even though"
translations are must
to understanding my friend!
He speaks in
Cockney- crockery riddles
Yet some how I understand.
I doth not speak to make
fun of him
for I love his English gib,
I listen while learning
to write a sonnet since.
How to write an English poem.
I listen to Sir "Jon's"
witty sense of humor
His cloaked sarcastic'ness
as he talks in general,
Saying such this as
Aroin't thee & Blimey ole chap
as if I know'th what he means.
How to write an English poem
Well frankly it's a pickle of a thing,
I say I doth rightly know lets ask'th
Sir"Jon & see!
He say'ith to me
"change your ****** dialect"....
And
when he's spitting made
He yells
O' God Save the queen.
He also talks of frippery
& ask if I'd like a spot of tea
when asking me questions
he laughs & quotes
such things like ;
" cheeky" little beggar or monkey
as "IF" I
know what he means.
Funny thing is though
Sir "Jon'
never really
******* told me
How to write an English poem
(so answers to every-ones question- I'd say walk around & say top of the morning,
ole chap & blimey, Even things like Bristol Cities & things likes this don't forget your "TH" s
addressing your selves a lot & put emphasis on every other syllable & thing!)
Well dear Sir "Jon"
I am not a British Bolk
Just A YANKEE- New Englander
oh & a NuYorican
Ta Boot
So next when I see You
****** Friend tell me-
How to write an English poem !?!
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 13, 2010
Mar 13, 2010 at 6:29 AM UTC
Man,
there's a cold dark corner
in my room,
your voice calls
out when I'm curled up there
on the dank musty floor,
it speaks to me; I'm coming for you.
I hold to the
voiceful melody of your
softly
spoken sounds as you drown out
the drone of negativity
and the past men who lied
when they said
they'd always love me...
His'aholic.
As I lie on my bed
in the fetal position,
eyes closed
hoping
you'll walk in, lift me onto your lap
cradled me in that protective way
only you're able to give me,
feel your fingers caress me.
Too many times I find
I walk in a stupor from the loving you gave.
Gosh it feels so long ago
and my needs wrecking my senses
once more can you do to me what you did last time,
just once more & I'll let it be.
I'm feigning...
My dystonia
is you- every time you come around
I get what I'll call
His'aholic,
uncontainable, uncontrollable
movements and twitches
twerking if need be, just to get
intoxicated one more time of off
you,
like the excitement a kleptomaniac gets
or the levels of high a shopaholic feels
my dopamine fired up every time
you do what you do to me
Him'aholic, His'aholic,
Your'aholic
my
infectiousness habits,
sweats & hot flashes-
Man
because of what you do,
mentally I'm gone,
once you take root in my veins,
in my lungs,
I forget all that's wrong with the world,
all those problems from my past
I no longer see any of those things.
It's a made up word,
less you count when
Kelly Price
used
Him'aholic for her album title.
Different meaning in
His'aholic, different in Your'aholic too,
but
that's a bit more personal and much more deep,
it a thing where
well forget I said anything
hehehe.
I make up my own words in referencing to anything about you.
Man,
I'm jonesing, longing and yearning
oh please oh please
note
the
oh please-
I'm begging you!
Your the unusual
"drug" addiction
I need to feed on,
You got me
craving, shamefully
shaking with it,
longing and in a dazed- hazy blur.
Because of you I'm a
mindless puppet, my strings
once connected to you
are torn.
The music doesn't sound right,
the dance ain't got he same
rhythm,
I feel sick when I can't have you
feel upside down,
when I ain't got my fix.
I got it bad & all I want is you
say what you want but just know
I got a illness
there's only one cure for
His'aholic
&
it's
you!
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
Your just sad,
stupidity of the most flamboyancy
you throw your arrow's
catching others off guard,
showing them the illusionary's
to something fake.
Oh no you don't!!!
I'd **** for much less
but I'd **** you slowly painfully
if you stick me with that!
I'd hurt you and make you suffer
slowly- meticulously
like you've made me hurt, cry,
die a bit each time- so many many times.
time after time I failed & fell prey to your games...
your sick mind must be wondering
what next you can do
to me
Baby baby baby...........
I'm no longer blind to your wicked deeds
and all your silly schemes.
I got your number
and yet you still
think your gonna fool me,
Not this round and never again,
you should be ashamed of yourself
for the misconducts and falsehoods you
and your magical arrow's have
shown so many, not just me.
all kinds of being from ever walks of life,
all around the world.
Your silly & sad really,
and truth be told someone
must have ruined your love long ago
I heard ya momma did you in and for what?
Beauty is only skin deep or so they say.
she must of hated that your love was given
to someone else!
Did you do it, huh did ya?
Yo you fucked ya momma
huh?
Your a stupid bastard- yes you,
Kama, Amor, or so they called you
MR CUPID,
I hate everything you claim to stand for
if you understood true love
You'd know ya arrow's cause lust & desire
not love,
not even real infatuations.
you've did your damage
and if you stick me again
I'll **** you!
You don't inspire romantic anythings.
You wreck happy homes
given young girls false hope
false wishing and dreams.
Cupid
you son of a ***** leave me be and go away.
Cupid
stop playing go on now get outta here!
Cupid.........
’’’’\̵͇̿̿\з=(•̪●)=ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿’̿’̿
Goodbye...
Man I swear.........
Cupid must think I'm
Stupid!
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC
Can you feel the resonance throbbing gently through this subtle discourse?
I constantly find your lustful innuendo to be an incredibly pleasurable experience. Like your a magical lyricist.., Your words urge to create masterful penetration's through laced pages with in me you bring out the artistic'ness hidden deep with in me.
Rhymes and rhythmic vibrations build up until finally they gush forth with musical symbols, A stream of lyrics resounds in & out of my orchestra,
While we attempt to concentrate on our next feature.
You have me unable to distinguish the next verse for our repetition's, Artfully your lyrics coincide with my own causing phrases to be come literate and a **** good read, Flowing melodies,
While you impregnate my text with all your, your lyrical kiss&naughtiness.;
Filling up my syllable's,Reconstructing my vocabulary.
Our rhyme is basic element that defines the couplet, LOL Coupling as we do.
Our consistent element is the repetition of form,
As in me and you forming as one Not in-difference to you ,
Just with small changes,
in your technique
As we face off while playing out these scene,
Your persistence of our sonnet reverberates like multicultural dance,
I'm competitive while feeling in awe of you. Your sweet tunes ripple down my spine,
while our word play
brings havoc to my mind. Like a chant or a sweet harmonies.
Causing mental eruption's. Conversing about to end,
tactically you evoke emotional & sensual response, But I'm
keeping up with your lyrical flow. Rhyme for rhyme,
as each adjective courses through me, in and out while you become a
cunning linguist
master!, I'm about to overflow as you
Cause me to rhythmically fall victim to
insightful
Poems!
Always Me Ayeshah
Copyright © Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
*Bitter taste in my mouth
A metallic tangy taste
He shoved in his engorged enlarged shaft
as far as it'd go
He ***** & stole away my innocents
offering wine
I find this sacrilegious
more I guess like blasphemy
after all he is a Deacon
Preaching lies
more to me then our whole congregation
Sinners have to pay to get into heaven
Guess mines is my virginity
Age 10 going on 11
I'm now like *** the sacrificial wine***
I've been past round
Who'd want to go to heaven anyways
If this is the price to pay*
All I can remember is; Us surviving victim, get sour grapes
***I'm floating out of myself
as I think of them***
*I can see all that's happening
until I crash into myself
Back to my torturous reality
I wait until he pulls out
just enough to bite down hard
with all my strength........*
*Sour grapes like sour hearts,
but
So unlike sour hearts...
You can still make wine outta
Sour grapes*
Blood doesn't taste so sweet!
Copyright ©
Ayeshah K.C.L.N
1977-Present
All right reserved
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
I reminisce quite often
of your touch
and
the unabashed ****** experimentation's
we've shared.
I know my worth,
so don't you go forgetting,
I had you with your mouth agape,
your toe's curling
as
you cried out my name...
call my conceit one of a kind,
because
I know the way you stare,
the way your eyes lustfully & licentiously devourer me,
the way you crave me
and
how you cling to the memories of us,
in bed.
Your priapic lust for me
is
equally accepted & measure,
almost to a point where
I could have bodily-combusted
since
you always seem unable to stop,
but
you must know,
I have a very arcane little list and lucky for you
I've let you in...
hahaha lucky indeed & better for me.
My concupiscence language
and
metaphors simplify & convey my lustful intent.
In simpler terms just know I want to repeat are coupling,
I'd like you to to bend me over and stretch me to my fullest.
open me widely
and
dance with in my silken Venus’ cradle,
entangle me into
a dreamlike haze,
in which my fantasy and reality are indistinguishable.
I know you've harboured about me & the many ways,
all the very excitingly different ways you could defile
and desecrate my ripe tight little body,
I see more clarity and certainty of what might happen,
if ever
I'd allow you to spend the night with me again,
I still remember our passionate nights together,
oh so very well,
I can see it,
I taste us and worst yet,
I can feel your animalistic
and
sometimes brutal ****** assault on me,
I still feel you deep within
my seductive tight little love box.
Your
a
cannibalistic-cunnalinguist master,
causing havoc within me,
as you attack hungrily
between my thighs,
sending me spinning,
sending me on a intoxicating high.
Our last encounter,
left me unable to breathe,
barely able to walk and yet I have no regrets,
well maybe just one,
and that is;
all good things must come to an end!
(until I heal.)
Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
I love you for many reasons & yet we've hardly meet,
I proceed from recognition of your beauty & appreciation of
"Our" what could have been(s).
From conversations past,
You
exist in reality- only your not at my side,
Miles
away you are & afar I still love you
Doubt
me not
because I know these feeling be true.
I'm asking nothing of you
just keep me in the loop,
I really shouldn't say this but
Babe
I have a need for you.
Weather
it's in poetic verses or sweet flowery words,
I need to hear you in writings or even on messenger.
How do
I love you wonder ,questioning our fate but again
I say doubt me not for my love will stay the same.
I like you more then just a little bit,
Love you forever if that would be your wish.
I hope
I'm not speaking out of turn but
my body yearns for you & what's crazy
is
I never personally meet you.
Yet I hold back desires- which are purely lust.
I keep my distance with out
choice but someday
I know soon,
We'll
be closer and better friends
Even if for now my love
for you's
Platonic !
(or is it?)
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 13, 2010
Mar 13, 2010 at 7:07 PM UTC
Music is my Muse
From the funky jazz tempo
To the sounds of salsa
From the classical rock
To the alternative basses
From the Opera Lady's bellow
To the Tenors solo
From the 80's slow jamz
To them 50's swinging bands,
To them country folk songs
To those old folks blues
Music is my Muse,
My inspiration,
Being Black&Puerto; Rican
I- A NuYorican,
I've heard the best tunes,
Bahchata's & Merengue,
Bailes La Cumbias,
Like Macr Anthony &
oh how he sang to me,
My wanting
to rock with you like
Micheal Jackson-
To Vanilla's
Ice Ice Baby,
It's yo thang do what you wanna do,
Candy coated Rain drops
By Soul For Real,
& When will I see you Again-
Babyface
Until I muse
in my amusement
When Tim McGraw
Sanged don't take the girl,
Reba "Asking Does
He love me like
he's been loving YOU",
To its my prerogative
Like Bobbi Brown said,
Let not for get
Johnny Cash,
Or what About them
O'Jays
Yeah my muse is musical-
Music and thinking artfully
coincides with one another,
with breathing and eating
Rhyme & Rhythm linguistics
even as we walk down the street
or cruising
while jamming in ya car,
LL Cool J said Cars drive
by with the booming Systems-
AH Push it was
My jam back in the day
R&B; Was mostly what I liked
But growing Up
I started listening to
Rock & Hip Hop,
Got drunk off those sweet
Monster Ballads
while Making love
to Sade,
Sung All Cried Out
at my graduation party,
Tony Toni Tone
Made Us-FEEL GOOD YEAH
at all them block parties
back in NYC,
Now
I listen to everything
going on 33
heard it through the grape vine
that YOU share
a likeness in this Musing?
Music is My Muse.
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
Why are you appealing to me-
Stimulating my ****** desire
tending to arouse evil with inside
Me- You
Us
Identical-
Suggestively I've laid out
flowery perfumed petal
trailing to the bedroom
I've characterized you
by obscenity's & indecency's
you've already let me get away with
**** vivacious recipient-
eluding the lubricious
embraces of
my prurient thought.
Thigh high boots
Whips Creme & chains
Swing chair done up tight to the ceiling,
Lubrications lotions & potions,
Candlelit flickers
as
Our
silhouette's merge into
Identical
mirrored image
You- Me
Mingling
Melting- the little death
becomes
Us!
Identical........
Always me Ayeshah
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 6:47 PM UTC
**Baby, let's leave the lights on....
I want to make love with the lights on,
Sit on top of you before we do anything.
Trace your hand while my hands are in yours,
in union we caress each others arms up & down,
stare into each others eyes as
we touch & explore one another.
Allow you to run your hands up then
down my back, stroke my chest,
caress my heart & feel it beating,
slowly I watch you,take one of my breast
into your mouth, suckling & nibbling just a little.
Sending radiant sensations tingling
all through me.**
I want to do it with the lights on,.
**Hold me closely as you kiss me,
all the while your still touching
me & staring at me.
Looking into my very soul as you lift
me on to your throbbing solid rod.
Melting me as your hot sleek member
dances inside of me.
I'll move with you never taking
my gaze from your face.
My nails on their own dig in deeply,
I feel the flesh break on your back,
that's when you move a bit deeper
hehehe
sort of like ouch & mmm girl
take this - for me doing that.
I watch as your lips part
and you moan just a bit,
I'll follow your lead as you speed up
& move my hips.
Hands firmly pressed against my buttocks,
tightly you squeeze then pull me
fully down-around your steel rod,
I cry out from pain & pleasure.
Beads of sweat trickle down my back-
I can feel the coolness from the cracked window,
the light in the bedroom are still on, the TV's flashing
from what ever shows being shown,.
I hear a dog bark and a baby cry,
It's daylight and we've been seducing
each other like this for over
two hours.
You've barely spoken a world since you
took my clothes off
& asked me to help with your shirt.
We've switched it up and I'm on my stomach
with my slit in your face,
your tasting me,
I'm ******* on you.
The blend of us sure does taste good,
like pineapples & honey.
I feel it & I'm ready, you slide two fingers inside of me
causing my body to **** then seize up
Like I'm having convulsionary fits.
Flip me over and enter me again
so slowly, I'm begging for your
to hurry & give me all of you.
I'm looking at you as you watch me bite my lip,
you stick your finger in my mouth, then kiss me, tasting us,
causing me to become delirious
we're at a fever pitch, moving in sync,**
I can feel you swelling...
**I'm sure your about to pop, and on cue my body fires up
it's built so quickly- I can barely catch my breath,
we're ******* together
all the while, I nor you
ever take our eyes off of each other.
Now you see why**
I Want To Do It With The Lights On?!
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1990-Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
Every time
We talked
He'd ask me what I thought
Once
He hooked & bated me
He'd send flowers and a card
Every time
He made love to me and finished off 1st
He's send flowers & a card
Every time
He'd kiss me
When I was feeling at my worst
He'd send flowers & a card
Every time
He told me he loved me & not "her"
He'd send flowers & a card
Every time
He'd stayed out late or came home the next day
He'd send flowers & a card
This time with candy in a box
Every time
He lied & i fall for him again
He'd send flowers candy & a card
This time
with a teddy bear holding the card
Every time
He'd choked & yelled at me
Then stormed out
He'd come back with flowers candy a teddy bear & a card
This time on his knees asking me to marry him
Of-course I said yes
Every time
He'd blame me when it was his fought
He'd say how sorry he was
with flowers candy box teddy bears
& a card
This
time he asked me to give him a baby
**Natural **
I did giving him more then one
Every time
He'd hit me and tell me to shut my mouth
He'd come back with candy boxes flowers teddy bears & a card
Promising not to do it again
Obviously
He never kept his promises
& started adding necklaces to those other gifts
Every time
for the longest time
He'd send me
candy boxes, flowers, teddy bears rings necklaces, & cards
Every time
He went to my grave
He'd send
flowers
a tear
&
a card
EVERY TIME.
(until it was my last time)
Always me Ayeshah
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 12:13 AM UTC
never felt a body so hard,
muscles
rippled every inch of you,
your hands so strong,
molding me to you,
caress deeply massaging my body.
i feel you on top of me-
solid hard pressing down,
touching me here mmm and here.
playing with my pressure points,
dancing over my egregiousness zone.
you've seductively molested
my mind while secretly
tantalized my pleasure zones,
your a walking talking aphrodisiac.
sleek like a dark panther,
flexing your biceps
as you work my body,
teasing me as your pelvis
and manhood softly grinds
up on my buttocks,
where your half sitting.
i feel you rise swelling and all
i can do is lay here guessing,
thinking impure thoughts
of what we could be doing,
your half siting on me,
knees bent
close to my waists,
my arms at my sides
Sorry baby i had to touch you,
feel your power as
you stroke me seductive.
Sweet gentle sexy masseur
your
technique has me craving
your hands on my umm hmm,
I want to now feel you between
me
flexing as you probe in me deeply
with your
"Afro"disiacs
flex with in me as you move
in sync with me, harder oh please
YES!
caress my velvety walls as my own muscles
constrict & contracts pulsating from your
cunnilingus'tics touch and tense up.
Sir please, Sir move deeper
while i move with you.
that's what I want toy say
&
beg of you to do,
thats what I'm thinking
but I wont say a thing.
I'm going to lay here on my stomach-
enjoyably mesmerized at the care you take
with me & your expertises
as you massage peace back into me.
relaxing me while i lavishly day dream
of us becoming more then just a 1 hour session
of You the sensual Masseur
&
I the lustrous wishful thinking client
whose mind has already taken
a leave of absence
Only when it comes to you.
Mmm Day Dreaming.......
Always me Ayeshah
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC