Sex and The Southern Belle

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...

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. ...

It's 20***.... Square Peg.... Here we are again... Falling harder than Gabby Sidibe hitting a split off a pole at Magic City Yes.. We here we are again. Falling hard. For him. Here we go... Writing love lorn poetry over this man. Again and again. Like a teenager wondering what your last name sounds like with his. We get sick at the thought of not speaking to him. Wondering how his day is. And what he's doing. What kind of underwear he has one. What it feels like to slip your tongue around his manhood.... If his cologne smells like sex. Here we are jonesing for the man. But she is too.... Round hole... He used to be so interested..... Hanging on your every word... He calls you at 10 pm and calls her at 10:39. You text him at 7 and get no response till Midnight because he's texting her back....engrossed...in depth Afterthought you are... Square Peg... You are writing your names with his on scraps of paper. She's tattooing his...

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 am earth Gaea deep and wide Full of water and mass Inhabited by feelings diverse I see you tumbling toward me You are dense and massive Rock ablaze. Coming at me Hard and steady Interplanetary collision Set for my heart I hide it... This love In my core Hot and heated Unsure and unwavering Volatile and steaming I don't want you here But I need to feel you Here. Foreign object with eyes on me Beaming orbs of obsidian Set on a course A course plotted by the divine. I pray I pray you reach me unscathed Nevertheless... I feel like we are both asteroids And like an asteroid . Feels like this love was destined to collide, burn and crash Into the atmospheres Before feeling its impact How fleeting it was A shooting star A spinning top Supernova swallows us whole Never to return the same again My tears are a meteor shower Pounding on my chest Pulsating with fear No impact felt You've faded Back into galaxy Maybe in another lifetime We...

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 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

You started it. If a kiss was like the kindling To a fire Yours would be the spark To heat the cold, wooden logs That are my heart Placed in a lonely place In a big empty room Of my soul You started this… Softly.. I lay claim to the fact that Your lips enveloped me Engulfed me Swallowed my breath up whole And released into me. Mixing with yours. I feel revived. Warmth Fire ignited. You started it. It’s all your fault. I was fine with being cold for a while. Laying dormant until the moment arrived But the moment was you And I wasn’t ready for my embers To be fanned And turn into a raging fire. Pyromaniacs would be jealous You started it. You need to put it out.

I'm starting to forget what sex is like... That's bad.  I've started to forget what love feels like...  That's worse.

Permeates Penetrates... Your scent in my nose... In my sheets. Engulfing Inviting Your scent mingles with mine. When you lay in my hair The scent just stays there And I don’t want to wash it For fear it will fade away But indeed…it’s faded. As soon as I think of the smell Of you Only you My body orgasms And the pain fades to the background. My nose buried deep in your neck Just so I can smell you No particular cologne No particular brand of anything Just your smell Each one different than the other. I can’t focus on the taste of you Or the feel of you Just the smell of you More powerful than any kiss I dont need your physical Just your ethereal... But the funny thing is... I don’t know who you are The specifics…elusive I just remember the scent Penetrating… Of a man.

Can we go back… To the day that we met And how you made my stomach do flips and turns Instead of how when I look in your face I want to throw up I want to go back Back to the day… That you looked in my eyes and made me melt And how my palms were sweaty with anticipation Instead of how now my palms sweat with nervousness And my palms itch ready to slap the sh*t outta you I want to remember How you felt in my arms during a hug How your smile warmed me from the inside out And how your touch sent chills down my spine Instead of the chilling feeling I got When I realized you might not be all together “there” Back then.. You looked good You smelled good Now you look crazy And I smell foolishness I want to remember.. The anticipation I felt In walking toward you Now when I see crazy coming I cross the damn street Because I don’t want to remember The crazy muthafucker you truly are

I want to remember What it feels like to have butterflies In your stomach And your heart bursting out of your chest And a smile you can’t wipe off your face Even on your worst day. I want to remember What it’s like to have that first kiss Where you are left breathless In the arms of someone Who genuinely wants you As much as you want them I want to remember Those first moments of silence The morning after in bed… As you watch them sleeping And smile..Feeling lucky.. That the waking moments are with them I want to remember The pleasure of the unexpected phone calle In the middle of the day That makes me melt upon hearing your voice. I want to remember. I try to remember. Can you help me remember? You.

If God is Love And I dont believe in love anymore... Does that make me an atheist? If God has yet to be proven to exist And God is Love... Does that mean love has yet to be proven to exist as well? If faith without works is dead.. And I'm supposed to walk by faith..and not by sight? Am I unfaithfully blind and lazy? If faith is the substance of all things unseen... and I have to have faith in God...and I lack faith Do I lack substance? If you are told to take all your problems to God Yet you can't question God Whats the point of having a conversation? That's question and answer. Just because I allowed you to "insert" yourself in me Doesn't give you the right To "insert yourself" in my personal life. My reaction to rejection is loathing But when I loathe I lose When I'd rather just be losing the rejection If you say I'm a perfect woman Yet you want to use me for substitute? Wouldnt you say I'm just the perfect...