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 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 ...

This is a litany For the sweet peach that was me.. Now fermented in what is now a spoiled, rotten pie. First, she grew beautifully Firm and ripe Sweet and juicy Under the southern sun She was plucked...suckled...dripping down the chin of experience. Leaving only a bit to savor. Yet that bit I thought I saved Little known to me was being swallowed up and consumed By the bakers who wanted to put me in a pie And ship me off in a box They bound me up Letting me sit and fester Festering Until the maggots came to devour They fed on my sweetness..my ripeness..my nativeness Until they gorged themselves And vomited out my pit, my core. (Or what was left of it) to stay trapped in the sugary sweetness of an ever baking pie In an even hotter oven. No Ice cream to top me Just flies and mold Then the roaches come To feed on whatever is left.. the crust and crux of me. Atlanta...this peach, your native daughter has outgrown you I've go to go.

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

You send me flowers The petals fresh with dew Open my flower Your Lips Wrapped Around A Strawberry So Sweetly I am the whipped cream I buy lingerie To turn you on for tonight It's on.....5 minutes Here...you sit across From me at the table...Here Aphrodisiac Kem plays so softly It is mostly background noise To our sounds...wet waves. No gift can compare To the gift that is your love Man...I'm so lucky Your brown skin glistens. Your tattoos....drenched with our sweat Tongue traces their path. My legs are perfect Compliments to strong shoulders Stilettos dig deep Morning mimosas Quench only the thirst we had Desire still burns.