Come let me whisper my words in your ear, and let it resonate from your psyche throughout your body.
Love Sincere
Let me sculpt us in stone
Or maybe concrete
Face to face
Kisses so sweet
Let me paint us a portrait
Love frozen in time
From age to age
An eloquent art paradigm
Let me sketch us across the sky
I want the world to know
What sincere love looks like
Let’s let it show
The 5 Senses Of Love
Taste
I love to taste your lips
When we are mouth to mouth
You love to taste my sweetness
As my flower sprout
Smell
I love to smell your body
When you are next to me
You love to smell my nape
Captured in my mixed jubilee
Touch
I love to feel your caress
When your heart is with it
You love me stroking your face
All the soft caresses I transmit
Sight
I love staring in your eyes
When you stare at me intensely
You love staring at me asleep
Your personal portrait imagery
Hear
I love to hear your voice in my ear
When you hold me and whisper
You love to hear my moans
You enjoy every little whimper
Is It Possible
Is it even possible?
This feeling that I’m feeling
How can you miss someone?
You never even officially met
How can you crave a touch?
You have never even felt
Is it truly possible?
To hunger for a kiss
That you never really savored
But long for the heat
Of a body you’ve never laid next to
Yearn for a whisper
From a voice you’ve never heard
Tell me
I need to know
I have to know
Is it possible?
I find myself staring
Desiring to rub faces
With a face I’ve never held
Thirsting to swallow a soul
I have never physically met
Wanting to be held
In an embrace I’ve never known
I am slowly losing my sanity
Anticipating the answer
Tell me now
I need to know
I have to know
Is it possible?
To want to unravel you
When I haven’t gotten to know you
I think so
I believe it’s possible
Maybe this craving
Is a testament through time
That testifies to us
Lovers in past lives
Predestined to meet again
And again and again
In every new life
Repeating a tightly knitted
Pattern woven through eternity
An endless love
That will stand
No matter what comes
That not even death itself
Can interfere with
*A short story I just started, if you want more added let me know!!!!
Chapter One
Alajah stood in front her apartment’s door staring intensely into Tony’s eyes. She wanted badly to grab him and pull him in. She didn’t know what he wanted, which made her hesitant. He was staring at her as if she was his favorite dish. He was looking as though he wanted to eat her alive. She didn’t know if it was a good gaze or a friendly. She was not good at reading people. They both stood there lingering the moment on for far too long. He didn’t want to leave, and they both realized she didn’t want him to leave, and he didn’t want to leave. He moved in closer to her, now an inch away from her face. She smelled of honey suckle, and he had a masculine musk scent. Her lips was trembling awaiting his puckered mouth. The anticipation was killing her so she leaned in and connected. When realizing she took it to the next level, he grasped her shoulders and flesh met flesh. She tasted so good to him he couldn’t stop with just the lips. His lips explored neck and ear. Upon her realizing they were in the hall she turned around to open the door. Once opened she walked in him right behind her as if they were Siamese twins as if their flesh had already infused. Her bedroom was not even a foot away, but he moaned and said “I can’t wait that long”. He started removing her clothes piece by piece as if he was handling a precious gem. Which excited her even more to see the care and thoughtfulness he had toward her. He picked her up after fully undressing her, took her to the kitchen, laid her down on the table, and proceeded to the fridge. There he found some strawberry syrup. She laid on the table bare flesh glistening from the iridescent lights in the kitchen. Her legs parted for him to have his way. He turned back to her and said “Baby I am about to lick the lining off you”. She couldn’t help but laugh then replied “Feast on baby” as she opened her legs wider.*
A Destroyed People Requiem
You don’t have to look far
Just out of your window
To see the broken souls
The numbers crescendo
From one end of the street
All the way to the other
Base, dope, and crack
Driving the father and mother
Children running wild
Left to fend for themselves alone
All kinds of predators
Blow through them like a cyclone
Corners are the hot spots
Where you can purchase death
It may not not catch you soon
But later you’ll have your last breath
Baby girls having babies
By men three times their age
Baby boys being groomed
To die on death’s set stage
Souls are being bought
It’s a commonplace issue
With the smallest of fees
While the cycle continue
The hate for one another
Seems to feed the weak
The misplaced resentment
Seems to target the meek
The heart takes beatings
Until it is ground to powder
Then the monsters rise up
With a false sense of power
Abusing those unable to fight back
Whether it be mentally or physically
Whether it be young or old
The level has become critically
Destruction lays in the wake
Cold bodies are the result
Another devastated family
Another investigation insult
Jobless, homeless, and broken down
Working for minimum wage
Can’t provide for family
Can stir up such a rage
Everything was set up
For this people’s demise
Why walk into
You can only agonize
Too destroyed too lost
Wrong road traveled too long
For most there is no turning back
For those here is a requiem song:
“Feasting on death
In a F!@k it mindset
Veins now rotted
Blood clots knotted
Poisons run rampant
Reality abandoned
One less mind
Another soul left behind
Addicted to suicide
Russian roulette glorified
Lives left dangling
Soulless bodies wrangling
The cleanup crew
Always something new
An endless supply
Of a people set on die
Tears shed for many
Century after century”
As I watch this peoples descents
I say “Here is my two cents”
Insatiable Appetite
Feed her what she needs
She can’t go without it
See her knees shaking
I’ll tell you all about it
Lavish her with smooches
All over her flesh
Never once stop
Wait…pause…refresh
Lick her curves all over
Make her whine your name
Over and over and over again
Try to tame her flame
Glide up between her thighs
Make her howl and moan
Let blood trickle down
Your back as your flesh groan
Drain her body until it’s dry
Exhaust her from atop her
Bring her to the brink of unconscious
Even that won’t stop her
Her appetite is nicknamed
Abyss of colossal
She is insatiable
And with every thrust it grow
She meows out
Deeper, harder, faster
Her whisper rises to a shout
Twenty four/seven bed rocking
From the dark to light
Pulling, licking, kissing
Feeding her insatiable appetite
She Is A Universe
She is like a universe
Her ways quite diverse
She has continents
Explore her awesomeness
Deep sea dive in her ocean
Sit and watch her explosion
Hitch a ride on her freight
Enjoying scenery state to state
Take a rocket into her space
Touch down on her moon’s base
Bathe in her sun’s rays
Take her sweet fruits and graze
Lay face up and watch her stars
Splash around in her reservoirs
Sip the sweetness of her honey
Get lost in her flowers potpourri
She looks like a woman, but so much more
Will she allow you to find her door?
You can never understand
You have to experience her firsthand
You can’t unless her you traverse
She is a universe
Black Rose Nectar
Rain drops spatter
On dark silk petals
Sunshine gleams
As the bee settles
Autumn leaves
Her beauty in tact
Snowflakes glide off
Remembering their pact
People’s minds ponder
How does she survive
All these seasons rage
Yet she stays alive
Her petals don’t wilt
Her nectar always fresh
She is definitely a mystery
Through every season, they mesh
Everything is drawn to her
She doesn’t seem to mind
She’ll still be blossoming
So black, lovely, and kind
Allowing all who admire her
To come and get their fill
Her nectar will never dry up
Though all the bees steal
Sticking their mouths
To taste her sweetness
Drunk on her liquid
Their secret little weakness
One Tone Butterfly
There’s this butterfly
Unlike any other
You can search the earth
There’s not another
Her wings are not colored
There’s no unique design
To the naked eye she’s plain
Her essence let me define
She wasn’t made for eye candy
She wasn’t put here for display
She knows her role and plays it well
You can never grasp her sway
You may think she’s not much
It’s because you can’t see her
Her defense is her plainness
This has helped to free her
She is a precious gem, quite rare
But she always seems to not fit in
Only because she’s one toned
Her beauty lies within
You are what dreams are made of
Your dazzling smile
Your twinkling eyes
Your overall style
I love the way you wear your hair
Every outfit you pick
Your choice of cologne
Those lips you lick
I’m traumatized by your personality
How sweet you seem to be
The flirty little things you say
That makes me weak in the knee
I’m curious oh so very curious though
In my dreams you are the one
Sad thing is and will be
I’ve never met you in person
Poetic Whispers In The Night 