I Try form time to time

I try to taste the passion we had
I try to reveal the feelings i have
but what was had, seems to fade
and negate
that reality isn't for the faint hearted
because i can't lay with my self inside you
i can't feel that fusion of body and soul
like when our physical was so connected with our
hearts, that our minds could fuse at our tempos
and once agian i could feel it
but now we feel as if we're friends
completed with the barrier that blocks your thoughts
of even the closest of sexuality coming into play,
it stops you
saying you can't have it
and your thoughts are all wrong
you shouldn't even have them
and then it yells "cast them into the river
to drift with the rest of your shit
so you can finally... finally...
stop feeling so stupid"
insecurity is causing the frantic
the calls to dampen
and i realize why i feel the regret
because my chest keeps pumping
and it's cuz i'm in love with something,

not the some one i loved then

...
but changes happen though ...right

Kiss Her hand

My Achilles tempt me
with looks so tempting
those eyes keep I like weakling
Don’t concede because desire screams,
when bibles wave fingers like ...no please...

She is that right above feat, that makes me crumble to knees, only vulnerable to she, she is my skipped heart beat, my blush on cheeks, my stutter while speak, my reason for body so weak, my one more kiss baby please!

My Achilles tempt me
with looks so tempting
those eyes keep I like weakling
Don’t concede because desire screams,
when bibles wave fingers like ...no please....

She is it, that one you make miss, with that body so Zane novelistic, with those lips, that light hit, and reveal as the juiciest, those hips, that make life so sweet like honey on tongue tip, she would make a man lisp-ish from saying sexy to something so sweet n thick

My Achilles tempt me
with looks so tempting
those eyes keep I like weakling
Don’t concede because desire screams,
when bibles wave fingers like ...no please...

Brown sugar so tasty, two spoon fulls on my yams please, as I drink her like fago red in warm sunny, let my phraseology reveal to the, how deep black l o v e can be, when phrases like give me some sugar, brings lips together, then follows bliss, until we cease, and until next time calm relaxation, peace

My Achilles tempt me
with looks so tempting
those eyes keep I like weakling
She know she love it when
she see me, speaking of Nubian Queens