Chase Me As Expected

I don’t relish you neither us
If you do not for me,
My dull memories crawl away at night in your absence
Practice my non existence
I’ve laid as a slave to your sleep for too long
I get your distance

Your name does register what I miss when
A simple utterance is mentioned
Can you hear me, just listen
Have thou been given a sentence
To uphold this like the life span of those bars
If I ripped the concrete would you then need me

I can’t expect you to betray your life
So I must disappear like lost thoughts
But hopefully WE can be rethought or
Recollected in truth because
What I relish is
To not lay a gentle finger upon you

Quiet thinking

If I could trade my life for yours i would

you don't have to trail behin stars as mere dust

just gast be left as proof that another was here

beause in a world of pitch black you don't have to rush

because it's the same every wer you look

you don't play back the sounds they made before becoming what they are

or how they dim when you think they won't

when you depend on he light they warn you beore their end

I would love to be you

at least for now i can retend

A Lips Touch Can Talk

Passionate touches

our blood rushes

and luscious kisses touch her hips

and her stomach and her breast

kissing the tension off her neck

and I kiss in a way that my lips submissively

cushion her skin as i softly press them to her flesh

and separate me lips on her neck after kiss

so she can feel me breathe for a sec

and think about the passion intimacy erect

taste me oh heavenly creature

that is you woman

I'll climb the levels of earth that is life

to taste the night

savor your light

while you devour my might

making a king weak at his site

but inflamed inside you

daring to breath your essence

I'll count back from eleven

from each orgasmic conception

that I pull from releasing your intercepting

dam walls

the walls housing my passion fruit cologne

the true beautiful smell of my own

"You"

and I will wear you in my dreams

after love scenes

when everything seems to find time

to lay in bliss

Passionate touches

our blood rushes

and luscious kisses touch her hips

and her stomach and her breast

kissing the tension off her neck

and i kiss in a way that my lips submissively

cushion her skin as i softly press them to her flesh

and separate me lips on her neck after kiss

so she can feel me breathe for a sec

and think about the passion intimacy erects

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Regreting My Sense of Smell

She is so so close

I can smell her scent still on my shirts

I can feel her kisses so good it hurts

and i hurt so bad

that my insides flirt

just a little with the cold

and embraces it until it can't be molded

frozen block solid

and I become dressed, very well suited

I am no longer naked in her eyes

she can't comprehened my thoughts

she can't see my blemishes

she can't see how my beautiful heart relishes the thoughtof us

all she can see is an expressionless face

niether stronger, nor weaker

kind of like a mix of uncertin chemicals in all black beaker

she can't see me as i clearly see her

she can no longer see in, nor through me

yet she stays, and this is wat gives me

the greatest of pain

so so very close, so close

I can smell her scent still on my shirts

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