Glimpse into SHE #1

...The emotional scars lucidly cloud her aura

She's been branded by the names of her fore fathers

All masters of verbal abuse

Given the alias lose at the tender age of 12

For telling that her cousin touched her in a place

That shes now convinced was alright

Told her that her indigo shade spoke of her dirtiness

And that his thrust and gift that came after

Would cleanse her bringing her the purity that she longs for

So she searches endlessly

Legs cocked open welcoming any stiff dick

Connected to the body of any man who she believes has game....

Masterbation (inspired by saul williams)

Masturbation is the one religious experience that allows

me to get in touch with my inner god, it takes me to a realm

that consists of only the two of us, its in that realm that i

grasp the notion that we are one in the same for he lets me

call him me.

Nina

I fell asleep

I was being serenaded by the soulful tones of the late Nina Simone

And somewhere between Feeling Good and Mississippi Goddam

You snuck in

You arrived right on the perfect crescendo

Never when I want you

But always on time

It's like at that moment we personified divinity

This was truly meant to be

Or was it

Had I mistaken Nina's songs of love and passion

For your hearts unspoken language

And been carried away by my souls ambitions

That's often happened in the past...

The Away Message

I felt a hand caress my dick and woke only to find you were not there

then it hit me that you hadn't been in quite some time

and I had fallen asleep on top of my covers holding myself

probably dreaming of your touch and the past sessions of comfort its brought

and like so many nights to put my mind and body at rest

I will find that comfort with the familiar curve of my right hand and help from KY

and its after I've emptied my body of all that's left of me

that I will climb under my covers and find sweet slumber

and dream, dream really big

and these ones won't include you

I've adapted to your absence

and have learned to put myself to bed

I'm away Dreaming Big

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All that emotions intertwined into lovemaking bullshit has gone out the door after tonight
there will be no more souls being tied during our serenades,

no there wont be signs of anything and god will not be sharing a room with us looking in,

because I'm quite sure he will not be blessing my yin banging against your yang,

quite frankly I never believed in the observance of love in the bedroom anyway,

so lets just be real and call it what it is

pure adulterated fucking and me fucking you in other terms would be just fucking wrong..

so now comes the rules...

1. I will not be looking deep into your eyes and kissing you passionately to get things started kissing is for the hopeless romantic motherfuckers

2. No I will not be calling you baby in between thrust and asthmatic breaths because that's who you aren't

3. And we will not be calling out gods name during our fuck sessions because like I said before he does not bless it

4. No We will not go slow because that allows thoughts to creep in your head of what you think is love making, so we will fuck rapidly to prevent that shit

5. We will not lay glisten in sweat waiting for our breath to sync

6. We will not wash together because I don't want your dirty ass juices and suds flowing on my feet

7. And no you can't stay for a while and chill and for that matter your ass can't stay the night

8. Oh and once the condoms flushed the sessions over so don't try and restart shit cause I need my rest for the next session due to start in a hour.

9. So please make sure as you leave you pencil in our next session and until then don't contact me.

(Oh and if at any point this upsets you realize this you made this decision for us. Exclusivity just wasn't your fit.)

Chanel No. 5

She wrote a message on my mirror in her chanel number 5 lipstick and as I read it tears formed in the corners of my eyes. I turned my head because I refused to see myself cry. As I wept the message replayed over and over in my head, I LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO LEAVE YOU.....

Damnit

So today I realized that my arms are indeed just to

damn short to box with God, I mean the

motherfuckas are to tired to continue to try and

knock what I assume may be a little bit of sense into

him. So I will have to be content with going thur the

continuous trials of tribulations that haunt me.

(Well acutally realized this last week, today i was just reminded.)

This is the last

I said I was through but yet and still I'm standing here feet on cold tile bare chest and black boxer briefs that you love to see me in staring blank faced into your bathroom mirror and silently chanting my "this is the last" affirmation.

And for a split second I actually believe it

Then it hits me that I will have many more lonely nights and will fall victim to your pictures on my aim screen that says your available and I will type those fatal words would you like company and its that sure that pops on my screen that makes the corners of my lips curve and puts more pep in my step then a gay man in a room full of dicks, a fashionista in a Nordstrom's half yearly sale, and a child in FAO Swhartz toy store.

And I will be at your house in less then 20 min after showering, oiling, and putting on your favorite black boxer briefs and Yves Saint Laurent Cologne will accompany my fresh shower scent.

And when I arrive you'll meet me at the door with an devilish grin that will let me know that we both know what going down.

And as I follow you every excuse to leave will attempt to escape my mouth, but that second mind of my won't even think of letting it happen.

And as we make way to your room hushed stepped so we don't wake your roomie I see my last chance to turn and leave at the thresh hold of your door I ignore it and cross the point of only the A.M. return.

We'll sit and take each other in and in little over ten minutes we will be two bodies intertwined in a ocean of sheets and Donny Hathaway's song for you will illustrate what I thought were your feeling.

And after I cum I catch my breath.

I will put my black boxer briefs that you love so much back on and head to the bathroom.

And I will stand there feet on cold tile bare chest and black boxer briefs that you love to see me in staring blank face into your bathroom mirror...

And I will began to vigorously affirm THIS IS THE LAST

...words such as I Love You

were just tactics for the next setup

the blow to the head or was it just the head

I thought it was her way of giving me herself

but in her eyes it was just a mouth and a dick

I mean I would express my love for her through poems

her pencil, my tongue

my paper, her clit

I would create never ending stances

and she would beg of me to write in cursive for standers werent enough

I would oblige

and when I doted my last i she would speak languages of every hue

but I could’t translate

they were from another time

and I …

She

As my tongue and fingers painted pictures with her love, she wrote sermons on the small of my neck and prayed to the most high that he would continue to bless me with the creativity and inspiration to continue painting. And upon finishing my masterpiece I thanked her for allowing me to worship in her temple for it was a blessing to experience her service. I then proceeded to sacrifice an offering of my manhood, in hopes that she would be pleased. And upon completion of my offering she told me that I was blessed and highly favored and that I had ushered her into other realms, she had seen heavens gardens and her essence had experienced orbits. She then told me it was time to attend to the word, a ministry that was solely based on the purity of our conversation. As we read each other and spoke life it all became clear..............She was god