Sex and The Southern Belle

The night I found out... I had it. I felt it. It kicked and moved inside of me.. I knew it would grow and grow and manifest into something so beautiful Something wild and free That grew out of love I'd rub the place where it lived without a name or a place or a time in which things would I thought I did everything right this time I took care of it. Thought of every scenario and prepared for it. It let the possibilities be planted there And you told me I could keep it. I could have it all to myself. Then the possibilities grew..and grew.. until it felt was though I was bursting. And nothing fit anymore because i was running over with happiness. And I glowed And everyone saw it... I was ready. more than willing to carry this thing through full term But i heard Bob say.. "Kill it before they grow..." I never said I'd be the perfect vessel for this But you weren't the perfect donor I knew that. And I knew only imperfect people can ma...

I have something to tell you... I've surrendered to the thought of you A long time ago. I've waited for you anxiously To realize that I am what you need I wait by the various forms of electronic communication for you to fill this void. My throat closes up My hands shake. and I realize maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But we march on.... Because my bed is cold without you. My right brain is taking over. when my left brain really should The crazy thing is I want you to feel excitement over me In your toes like electric shock waves chakras aligning I wake up and praise the sun... No....this isn't what I want to say. I'm not done. I feel like heartbeats are digitally remastered set against some bossa nova of old... I'm rambling now.... Shit..I'm stumbling somehow Tripping over my words and making no sense was I always like this around you? *sigh* Well...here goes nothing.. I'm in love with you. That...

Do you remember? How we used to stay up all night texting and calling about nothing Running lines of poetry together like it was our natural speaking voices Something out of Bronte or Sanchez It was us.... Remember how you had pet names for my pussy... Sight unseen You knew she was sweet before you even had a taste and when you did You said she gave you a toothache You said the aching hasn't stopped Just moved to a dull fire in your belly I remember that Us. Yo.. How you gonna tell me about all the things you wanted to show me Special brews and spells you wanted to cast. Old vinyl you wanted to play As you bent me over mud cloth pillows Teasing and stroking Slow dancing to the music in our heads How you gonna promise me that? But it was so you It was us... Modern machinery archives old messages between us Cute flirtations that melted into heat Made me giggle like my inner 12 year old FaceTime led to face time where we couldn't face time... I swear.. ...

We paint poetry with pussy and penis wet acrylics of lust on a canvas of this bed Release me..... spread me eagle across this place until i break and shatter into fragments Release me... We paint poetry with tongues and fingers dipped into the pool of drowning of confusion that blurs into rainbows and nirvana We paint poetry with lies and forgiveness with uncompromising lust and madness You won't let me go And I wont let you own me But I never move an inch. We paint poetry with bubbles and bath water you drink me in..inhale me in one fail gulp panties in your teeth. catch my pubic hair  and tug and I scream Release me.. until my torment becomes your anguish until my orgasms turn into gasoline-laced screams you set me on fire... but release me We paint poetry Fragmented Like Frieda and Diego Beautifully tragic together and senseless apart volatile beauty broken by moments of time You were mine..and I yours We paint poetry like abstract re...

Me: Your kisses are everything... Like water to a nomad in the desert...*sigh* He: My lips were wandering until they found yours... Me: Well....welcome home, darling. :)

For your eyes were set upon me Antelope for the lion's mouth Prey that had no choice But to succumb to little deaths Electric blue was the energy Upon first sight The hunger consumes the hunter Anticipation thick like fog A seductive haze filled aura You saw... You entered me Body and soul Tongue fanning flames Hands gripping aroused flesh Swollen femininity and engorged manhood Meet at a secret dwelling space Arrive together in a cloud Sweat becomes nourishment Sweet relief. Prize rewarded For no real reason other than lust Beats pulsate but no music plays A trance becomes erotic dance Thrust into an orbit Salty tears signal arrival To a destination only you could navigate.. you...came And once it was over It's back to normal As if it was all nocturnal emission No use for love No use for it The quest narrative The migration piece Complete with denoumount The action of rising and falling hips Breathing has stopped The novel complete You...

Is he this? He is... isn't he? He is nourishment and every meal: .for breakfast..lunch..and dinner..dessert and snacks in between   HE is spicy and sweet/Domestic and Exotic/Dark and Tall/Moody and Earthy/Amazing and Overwhelming/Magical Realism and Naturalism He is what has consumed...what rages in me a want for him like an all consuming fire. HE is the arms in which I lay....where my head perfectly fits. He has the lips that quench my thirst... He is the tongue that bathes my tortured skin. He is the thickness that engulfs me. He is....isn't he? He is tonic and elixir... He is what swells inside my womanhood, filling me fully, completely He is the smell of Christmas morning, Sunday dinners and Valentine's Day candy.. He is the balm for my heart...Neosporin for my old wounds and battle scars He is the pornographic and erotic, a sensual terrorist staking his claim He is the possessor of the tool of love that touches my spine, like the life force of human kind...

My tongue is heavy from speaking your name Weighted words heavy with promise Twisted around my vocal chords Like a noose I cannot repeat it For if I do I'll die inside A little of me crumbles At the magnitude of your wanting Your name looms Like eclipsed moon over Saturn You ask to explore my planets But I hide behind the very thought Of your probing Orifices filled with verbal erections I speak your name and my heart beats faster Like the wings of a hummingbird Caught in my throat Only to be released when I think of heavier things: God.love imagination creativity procreation lust desire home positivity liberation you you you you kisses you love lust desire liberation liberation liberation is you you you God it is you Your name... like colors running together Into a pool of blackness or prism It has no end or beginning Your full name is 7 syllables like haiku middle stanza It is imprisoned poetry to me Dare I speak it? My tongue is heavy burdened. ...

Your hands remind me Of sand The sand I felt between my thighs In foreign lands Rough touching No matter how much I try and wash you off There you go Engrained in every part of me You don't even realize how you Touch me. And I want to be able Not to get rid of you To have you hide in unsuspecting places To have you exfoliate The rough exterior of my heart Soften me Allow me to love you Do you even want that, my love? I read Neruda on the beach Toes pressed in sand Imagining that it's your tongue Grazing my toes I am aura and energy A firefly in a daytime sky I want to drown in you Like quicksand Like an hourglass measuring The time I fold in and out of space. Back into you Until I am mixed with you And you mix with me chemistry You've enter every fiber of me washing me...like an ocean.. sticking me . The sun bakes you into me like clay Seeps into me I cant rid you I cant wash you off I wont... I wont... I imagine your hands Are...

You interact me  feelings in continuum   just react to you You have done nothing to make me feel what I feel what I feel is you  I drink your praises   chased down with absolute truth Selah....yes...Selah This heart of mine bears secrets for you so deeply   buried in my soul Pussy isn't free but my pussy I'd give you  ever so freely I lick your dimples tongue feels hollows of your cheek in my hand you're hard  Sugar coated kiss placed at the nape of my neck  so I know it's real It's dark and stormy Just like the drink in your hand It matches my heart I swim in oceans pools of molasses and brown  the depths of your eyes I apologize  not with my words or phrases  With open, wet mouth I do disservice to your neglected, poor heart My kisses shall heal Introspective you Meeting Retrospective Me Brings us perspective It's getting so late But too early to clo...

Hell naw. Fuck that. I dont want to be your girlfriend. I'm a grown ass woman With needs and desires I got curves and dips and hips Things beyond the teenage concept of this word. Girlfriend? Nah bruh... I'm not trying to be his Girl.. Or girlfriend. Fuck that. My age has transcended that. I'm trying to be your earth..your necessary feminine energy.  My pussy is a wave ocean of orgams. You'd drown in this... No...this isn't any girlfriend shit. You don't finger this in the back of a school bus In the lockeroom or hallways You bow down to the altar of woman hood On your knees Speaking in tounges. Cunningly This aint no girlfriend shit... Period Nope. Not trying to be a "girlfriend". No.  I wanna be the air you breathe. Your sunshine in the rain. I want to be the peace in your life. I want to be more than a girl who is your friend. Not your girlfriend. The reason your dick stays hard  and makes mornings bearable... The re...

I want you. I delare it I say it emphatically. I will have you. You make in me a boldness That I've never seen before. I want to do sinful things with you Yet cry "Oh God" in the midst I want your lips to only speak my name I need you To whisper spells in my ear To kiss my bare shoulders To tell me I'm beautiful To paralyze my soul with your stares I need you So I can feel the heat of your hands as they wrap around my waist Devouring me. I desire you I desire you in the worst way I desire you breathe your air I desire your lips That they live below my waist for hours and hours and tell me secrets That can only be breathed into me Lulling me to sleep In a seductive lullaby I want you...need you...got to have you.. To excite you everyday of my life of Our lives I want you more than air, food or water I want you Need you Desire you... ..For my survival I've staked my claim I want you I need you. I desire you And I will I will Have you.

I just want to be able to say it. I sometimes practice saying it in the mirror. I say it to my face..my hips..my body...my hair...my crooked smile...and my dainty mole... I say it to my mother..my father..my brother...but it's just not the same. I say it to my writing...because in it there is "it"..."it" lives. I say it to God. Because God knows how much I want to say it again. Because God is "IT"...the ultimate manifestation of it God is preparing for me to stay "it" again.. and again. and again. *sigh* I want to say it. I say it to myself, softly. To remind myself that I am "it" and I deserve "it". Oh...I just want to be able to say it. I want to be able to say "it" ...and say it again ..and again, Boy, do I want to say "it". I fall asleep, head on pillow...and look at the empty one next to me and I say "it" Over and over again...I say "it". ...

Deep sandalwood pools So deep that I want to Drink wine from them. I kiss them and melt into their wells of heaven. So intricate are they They defy mere definition Simple hollows in your cheek Unordinary to most But they speak to me Code that signal you are pleased I love their secrecy. Only appearing when you smile Hidden under sculpted beard They play hide and seek with me Deep almost cavernous I want to swim in them Make love to them Because I’m sure they’ve been neglected. Unchartered erogenous zone When you talk and laugh My eyes gaze upon those impressions Mesmerized by the dance they do God’s grandiose touch of handsome upon you The Creator was showing off Placing that final touch Strategically perfect imperfections I trace my fingers along their impression Finger softly over cheek Hoping that my touch Arouses them ...

I remember when I was a kid And would sneak the can of whipped cream From the back of our fridge which was supposed to be just a sweet topping On rare occasions And hold my head back Mouth gaping And squirt and squeeze the aerated goodness in my mouth Pause Breath And gulp it all down And sometimes for good measure Drown it out with some Hershey syrup. It was innocent but delightfully sinful A midnight snack Sugar laden Empty calories I’d lick my fingers And giggle to myself. No one knew my saccrine secret But I can’t do that with you. Or Can i? Carnal aching Desire baking My midnight snack That no one knows I digest Like a hot apple pie With the a la mode being you Creamy Dreamy Your rock-hard Ready-Whip in a can A perfectly sculpted Bronze vessel That would expel sweetness on demand Damn man… That’s it. I have to digest you Ingest you Inhale you To get you out of my system I have to put you int...

When he writes poetry about me It will look like sticky brown sugar Reduced down Until it bubbles and runs over Magic and sex Hot and scalding He'll make me feel like   My ego isn't worth the praise Words.. Honey comb dipped metaphors As if his vocal cords belong to a lyre   He plays piano on my thighs with his tongue Sometimes it's Mozart sometimes it's Monk My eyes read his lips that linger with a smile Full of sunshine and inaudible laughter I drink his scent His flesh warm to my touch Evaporated heat of a cinnamon stick and warm brandy meld I bite down on my lip When I think of us Together Stripped down, into one pool of orgasms.   I desire him.   Then I wake up Looking over at an empty pillow where his head should be No imprint of how he laid down No lingering scent No honey coated melody of his "good morning"   No rush to jump out of bed to brew coffee and add 3 shots of cream to match his complexion I think of when he wrote ...

I tell myself I will know When I look into your eyes They will tell me… Nothing but truth They will pierce my soul And bore into me Deeply They will be nothing but honest They will be bright And inviting Asking me to dive deep into you Swim in your soul I expect them to be amber pools of light Reflecting all that is good Pure and innocent Your eyes are kind They tell me your story without words They let me know what you want before you speak it. In time they will speak what your heart wants to say Sultry and softly I tell myself I will know When I look into your eyes And they tell the story of our future And I see our children in your eyes. In the sparkle that is hope. Your eyes… I just hope you see me. Notice me As Boaz noticed Ruth… I want to be a stranger no more Your eyes will be music A sweet symphony of passion Harmonious That sings the song of our hearts Your heart. Your eyes will know And I will know In your eyes. I’m waiting… I’m waiting..

Georgia Heat Air Conditioner Broken Ceiling fan Too slow We lie Naked In Bed Sheets off Can't cool off We try Skin touching Too hot Hot Sweat Drips down Into cleaveage Between  thighs You touch ... Finger down.. Tracing trails.. Placing it in your mouth Lick You leave Kitchen Ice Cubes Trace my lips Down my neck Dripping Cooling Down my cleavage Ample Breasts Nipples chilled Hard Drip down Deep Into my Navel Cavernous Drip Navel becomes Well You drink Coolness Ice Drips Down Thighs cool Shivers.... Up and down. Slowly Flower watered Opened up Moaning Orgasmic Pleasure Pain Heat permeates "I'm hot!" "I'm cooling you down" "No you aren't" *smile* Air Conditioner Broken Georgia Heat We lie In bed Soaked

I can't sleep I toss and turn Lie awake in my bed I reach for my phone Looking through the photographs I come across the one I took of you The mischievous one Where you did that thing with your hands.. Late night Your hands Which had earlier caressed the depths of me And penetrated my layers until I was a soft, tender heat Were now placed strategically near the top of your jeans Exposing just a little of that well carved "v" in your hips.. Shirtless Caramel Adonis glowing I knew the moment I took it What seemed like a silly photograph then... I was gone Smitten by your charms. You at that moment possessed me Beguiling and devilish   With a grin I smirked and thought   "You sexy bastard.. You knew all along what you're doing..." I lie here now Awake Staring at this photograph Seduced at a snapshot Taken as spontaneously as you had taken my depths With a click And a flash Instant memory Of beauty divine That I have the pleasur...

You call me ten times Yet I don’t answer your ass TEXTING wont help you I am like Water To your heart that’s a desert Quench your thirst on me Your heart…a fire Raging deep inside your loins I wont put it out You anticipate The moment when you can call Clock seems to stand still I pencil my first In cursive..next to your last To see how it looks… I dial your number My palms sweat…anticipate But you don’t answer I stalk your Facebook Seeing if others want you Like I want you too Reciprocity… Is my heart’s only desire My blood fills with hope