My love for you is SweetnessLike honey suckledDirectly from the combSweeter than sweet Unadulterated By exposure to mere airWe lay upon raw silkCleansed By the sweat of our own bodiesFloating on the scent that intoxicatesAnd the tastes that call usBack for more So sweet Is your touch That I am set anewEach time you reach For meAnticipationA fire spreadingBeyond just heat That incineratesBut with energy That is creation it...

Girl, why you cry’n‘Cause he done let you goSpit you outFucked you this wayPulled you that wayAnd now your heart’s asunderI ought to slap you Just like he didRight up-side your headBut harder You see the problem isYou ain’t never been loved rightOh, you done lovedYou done gave of yourselfTo the point that you can’t giveNo moreYou done let him handle yourOutsideAnd rip you openInsideYou done twisted your mindAround his lit...

I wanted to write a poem for you.  I've never written one before.  I've seen that little book you keep,  the cuts and pastes of your life, a collection of words.  I've seen the pictures and the artful curve of your script.  I've seen you nurture it when you thought there were no eyes.  I want to be a part of your book.  I want to be a part of your life. I look into your life.  I look into your eyes. And, I see you.  I wan...

I hate you,  All who are like you.  So, I keep you close  In view  Because that’s where enemies belong.  That way I can watch  The clarity of deep green eyes,  Pupils that dilate and narrow  With the subtle shift of your smile.  I shall not be mesmerized  By the quality of your laugh  That echoes,  The vibration of which  Is feathery  Like the warmth of your breath,  The effortless touch  Of your finger’s tip  Traveling d...

When you love an artist, sometimes you feel as if you are loving alone. The love they have for their art wells up inside of them, expands and nothing else can remain. That is what makes them what they are, extraordinary, with gifts that only God can hand out. Then there are times when the love they have for you becomes focused. It is overwhelmingly beautiful and beyond the imagination. When an artist loves, he loves so de...

There are moments  Like this  When you need more from me.  You don’t just want my kisses,  My roaming hands and tongue,  My sweet words  Whispered in your ear,  Deep moans of satisfaction  When you enter me,  Slow grinds  That intensify  And tender cries  Before you ease out.  Eye to eye,  Cheek to cheek,  As we come effortlessly,  Wrapped in our love,  Secure in its warmth. Sometimes,  I see the look in your eyes.  I fee...

I am fluent  In many languages  I communicate in many forms  By the shift of my tongue  The curve of my lips  As they mouth the words  Come to me  With an intonation  Specific to my melody  A harmonious call issued  A song of my heart  The singing of my body  Which I cannot control  When you are near To find words  That describe  The sounds that I emit  Fails  When your body speaks to mine  I fall to my knees  I want to t...

She was on her knees. His cock, long, thick and perfectly formed, was in her hand. It was rock hard and curved upward. Her other hand ran across the tight stretch of skin over the muscles of his lower abdomen. For some strange reason, she knew that was a sensitive spot. She lifted him so that she could lick the surface of his scrotum, loving the feel against her tongue. Then she started at the base of the underside of his...

I want to tell you,  Tell you about a woman’s love,  Because the world does not know enough.  There are few words sufficient in nature  With meanings that can cover the depth  Of what she gives  When she chooses  To open her arms,  To soothe you from within  And lets you enter her heart. It is what old, lonely men wish to whisper  In the ears of their sons,  So that they will know  And maybe save themselves  From making m...

Reality is heavy  Duty is steep  Tell me a story To help me sleep It doesn’t need a hero  A middle or an end  Just start with the words  And let us begin Give me fear  And hate and pain  Sometimes, crying  Releases the strain Make me laugh  And dance and sing  Get lost in the music  Forget every damn thing Give me love  Passion that endures  If only for one night  Whisper, “I’m yours” Strip me bare  Touch my skin  Discove...

My body aches. It is an ache that reaches from my toes, toes that curled each and every time he made me come, to the follicles of my hair, hair he had wrapped around his thick fingers and pulled with such perfect timing. It hurt to even open my eyes, because opening them would mean that it was time for me to take my behind home. Speaking of my behind… Good Lord, this man and the things he has done to me. I can still feel...

Be selfish with me My loverLook at this bodyThrough the eyesOf your own narcissism Let it blind you no morePlace your hand At the meeting of my thighsAnd firmly gripWhat you know dripsFor youTaste itLet your eyes bore through meAs you force through gritted teethThe commandThe demandWhat you have yet to recognize as a plea"Mine"Let every muscleIn your formFlexIn demonstration of your strengthTry everything short ofDragging...

I try to find the point  At which you entered.  But, there is no line  Of demarcation  For where my body begins  And where yours ends,  No great divide  To direct the flow  Of water that runs so deep.  Nature is unprepared for the power  That swells up within  And shatters the rock.  For what seems to be  A subtle sway,  A soothing current,  Forms mountains and valleys,  Leaving nothing free of its  Undertow. You looked i...

One day he will find you  He will be the one across the room  Or behind you  Out of view  But you will feel him  Your heart will flutter  From recognition  A familiarity  A wish  Beyond your comprehension  You will remember  Something you had not realized  You missed He will look into your eyes You will see the rawness  Of what he desires  He will not blink  Or hesitate  Wanting you to see  With clarity  What his soul is...

I am bathed in my own moralsMy heart broken On the curve of the beachIn the damp sand Where the water rises to greet And then slips silently awayEbbs and flows Under the oblivious light of the moonThe wind fingers my hairBut offers no armsI am alone with my lossesAnd my pains So subjectiveIs regretAn ache that progressesOnce it states its claimIt clamps down on the heartProhibits the normalcy of just ...Breathing I am my...