i thought of undressing her
removing the laminated pieces of her past
that she covered with veneer
merely exfoliating the dead weight,
that kept her down
i wanted to see through the facade
i wanted to know what she hid behind,
the camouflage she cloaked in her concealment
she was veil,
and she kept me curtained,
covered from content of her preceding past
wished to know why
she wasn’t fond of foregoing with the intimacies
of her past
so i asked,
would i really be ready for,
whatever she had to say and
could i by all means make it go away
i thought, of undressing her
unveiling the intimacies of her past
but instead, she turned to me and said:
Subject: MY CRUSH
Today I thought about you chronologically.
Evaluating the moments marked on our calender. I think now, I see you in intervals, like integers on the timetable of extinction. I’m living in the moment but why does it feel like a
Lifetime, stretched across the realities I’ve made up in my head. I think
Vicariously, wondering what it would be like to be
Indulged in more than the moment and an ancient existence,
Nevertheless. I thought about you today, terminally.
Dedicated to: Anon
Whenever we’re on the phone it feels like you’re actually there,
Ya know, like the sound of your voice as it echoes off the emptiness in the room or the emptiness I feel from the absents of your touch,
You’ve touched me, on every level expect the physical,
Now I think I know love, and I know I love you but what’s love without affection,
It’s hard when I am unable to caress you intimately,
Or to hold you in my arm,
Baby my word is bond, I love you but I don’t know how long I can hold on,
They say distance is the divisions that makes your love strong, but at some point I wonder if I’ll miss it, too much that I say enough is enough,
Yea, love is more than just the physical but it hurts not to touch you and I don’t want this pain to become a habitual residual in my heart,
My loves strong and I want to have you in my arms,
And if I can’t I don’t know how long I can keep it on
Reblog with new parts.
“Let me kiss the dimples of your back while I caress the curves across the circumference of your consciousness”
That is fine,
As long as my wisdom
Is engulfed in your aura’s truth.
This life of mine
Gave me a crooked spine
Guide my blessed snake
Look me in the eyes
and blow my mind by
Inhaling my breath with your spirit
Ensnaring my death with your
Trailing my waning shadows
with a seraphic vision.
Kissing me is fine,
As long as we kick the system
with deadly boots,
&& this prison is hung
by our ancestors noose.
I guess I’ll do a little rearranging, allow my words to entice you, and this energy to flow through you, I want you to know what it feels to be touched by an Angel, let us to align with one another, I promise to be your moonlight that shines through the abyss, if I could I’d make nights shorter, so the only shadows you see are the ones of me, following step by step, your carbon footprints or the essence of your being, just let me follow you home,
just open your mind
I appreciate your zest.
Sometimes men are cruel,
But with these words
You give me a preview of your best.
I want more…
Not to be nasty,
I want to manifest divinity
as we allow our somatic existence
Climactic marks sinking into the walls.
Allow my heart to rest on your
I need their strength,
they never let you fall.
Fly me to the brink of Sirius.
I am open to shorter nights
& longer days.
You’ll find the moons light
On my lower back,
and if you kiss her
your inquiring shadow will
be submerged by chocolates
Your footprints duty is to
drag along my celestial maze.
Show me a time that is unreal
& encounters greatness…
So long I have waited.
I wonder if we’d connect like constellations when my lips touch your lower back, I wonder whether gravity will pull me under, the sedation of your words, you said you want to fly too, to touch the stars but I want to take you past what you ever imagine, I want to take you to the future, take you so far that you forget about your past, take quantum leaps into the surreal, lucid dreams they say, but what if I told you this was reality and that your melanin taste like chocolate, let me kiss the dimples of your lower back, to experience something both celestial and climactic, let my lips touch your skin as my arm wrap around waist, you said you wanted to fly so I figured, that figuratively, you wanted that astral projection, that type of outer body experience that leave your limbs limber, I’m trying to entice you, I wonder if my words excited you cause if they do then…
I am sometimes perceived to be things that are inconceivable
and incomprehensible, in my perspective anyway
I am often the suspect of many devious subjects
I guess I am subjective to objective prejudice
predisposed to you and I, accordling
formally known by the complexities of my skin tone
my complexion reflects the unknown and misunderstood
apparently I am only deviantly good for a certain sector of society
mildly harsh words wounds scars woven in these inconceivable notions
of who I am
I am a black man
As I stare out my window I can see the sun rising over the moon
The air space reminds me of you
You are as beautiful as the nebulas in the open skies
That shooting star that shoots across the sky
You are the constellation of my dreams because when I think of you it’s like I am in outer space
Like I am out of place
The essence of your existence is not only persistent in the skies but in my mind and here on earth
I wish these songs I sing shows you what you’re worth
You are the cosmos to my universe
The rising star in the morning skies
You are the essence of outer space
You are astronomy, you are extraordinary
You are the astrology that aligns my mind, body, and soul
You are the gravity gravitating me
Gravitational pulling me towards your beauty
You are beauty, you are art
You are this poem
What if I told you that you were my fatal attraction
Faithfully and ever so patiently awaiting for the sensations of your vibration against my skin
Upon your arrival I’ve prepared to sin
I am prepared to satisfy my infatuation with where your love begins
Your body send hints that my body can sense and the scent of your body is just too hard to resist
I insist that we coexist as one for that I cannot resist your existence
My attractions relentless in relation to your presentation I yearn for every inch of body and soul
Ignoring every concern that I’ve ever been told
Because I want you I want you more than anything else
Even more than anything I’ve ever wanted for myself
My wealth is measure in you and I’s
I’d give anything to take another look into your eyes
And to grab a hold to your thighs
You see, I am not afraid nor am I ashamed
You may be my fatal attraction but I believe the attraction is real
Like the feelings that I feel.
I still think about you
No one is right about you
It only matters about the way I feel about you
And all the things I can see in you
I only want to be with you
To live and to eat with you
To lay with you and to pray with you
To spend everyday with you
If that’s Ok with you.
she smothered me in kisses
basking me with her love
she coddled me in her arms
pampering me with affection
she sung me a song a
song about compassion
and benevolence i could
hear the humility in her voice
and the meekness in her tone
her devotion was real and
thats what I really admired
about her I am enticed by
her being and fond by her
existence the depth of her
love goes beyond oceans
floor her love is obsolete
and infinite its as if she is
infatuated with affection
because her love was too
much I couldnt stand by her
because I didnt feel enough…
Full and thick she touched the tip
Of the iceberg, submerging my senses into gulf of obsession.
The brim of her kisses felt like questions left unanswered. Like a river of confessions that pilot the flight of our tsunami.
It felt like oceans brushing against the brook my island, streaming a sea of hunger that hung from the tip of her tongue.
Her mouth was rapport, surfing the channels of my intellect on the surface of what could only be seen from shore.
First I try to set the mood, then I…
Try to open up the gates of her soul,
and whisper words that will make her limber,
I mutter timber as her drawers drop,
caressing her body with the tips of my fingers,
leaving lingering sensations that makes her bite her lips,
I’ll pin down her arms by her wrist and look her in her eyes,
I’ll tell her to keep them there as I lick my way down her thighs,
then I’ll ask her if she’s ready, and if she says yes,
I’ll run my palms down from her neck till I reach the tip of her treasure chest,
Then I’ll make love.
I want to write poetry on your inner thighs with lines that make you quiver, and rhythms that make you tremble,
to tickle your mind with thoughts that reminds you of love,
making memories of what I’ve written on your body that I scribbled with my tongue.
Baby, I bet you taste like love, like early morning breakfast in bed,
baby I bet love tastes just like you too, like spoken word that provokes emotions you can only feel from the soul.
Let me spell out my name on your chest cause that’s where my heart is, let these lyrics mimic kisses on your lips cause that’s where the art is.
The art is defined the artist and baby I write this because of you. These lines mirror what I tend to tell you in person, I’m trying to get inside your person, and personally I want to know what perfection feels like.
I want to step into the realm of where no one else has gone before,
I want to catch on to what they’ve ignored and to let you know that you mean much more,
you’re the hard back composition notebook I write these rhymes in, you’re the lines that I’ve never forgotten, the pages I bookmarked and the words that I’ve underlined.
You’re the love poem I wrote when I was nine years old, and the poem about sex from a few nights ago, baby I want to write poetry on your inner thighs, with line that make you shivers in your sheets at night, I want you to wet the bed with my words, I want my rhymes the glide across the lines of your curves.
Baby, I want to write you poetry, I want to write you love, and happiness, I want to write you into existences like the sheet I wrote this on, I want to provoke emotions that matter, prompting lasting orgasms from this day on.
together we embraced each others energies
and caressed each others soul
then we bundled in our own memories there after
capturing a glimpse of what it feels like to be consoled
drenched in each others warmth
we poured a little of ourselves into one another
like a glass of merriment that only us could discover
through sentiments of our own touch
She’s better off being on her own,
but she hates to be alone.
She doesn’t feel appreciated and
she hasn’t been happy in so long.
She knows he knows,
but he acts like nothing is going on.
She talks, he yells, they’re stressed,
but they’re too afraid to say what’s on their chest.
He’s busy and she’s busy,
but they’re really in love.
It’s not long til love turns to misery,
and turns bitter.
But their love is just enough,
and she doesn’t want to give it up.
He tells her he loves her,
and she says it back.
She’s confused and doesn’t know what to do,
she says she’s loves him but she feels like she don’t.
She could either keep this up or be alone,
she knows what she should, but wishes she was wrong.
I fixed my lips to caress every inch of your intellect,
Intuitively carving impressions that left imprints of my intelligence,
Let us not delegate our diligence, but follow our instincts, and let our minds mesh
we’ll reach our destination
The moment we lock lips