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

The Red One I think

I dreamed I was the red dress
That red dress that makes you gasp for air
When you see a reflections so rare
As the peel of a sweet plume draped in a silhouette of strawberry red
I dreamed that you wore me
That you allowed me to lay upon your soft plush skin
And you adjusted until I was fitted to your shape
And so eloquent, is the elegant way I complimented your structure
Your silhouetted love, I Love
And I loved to kiss the surface of this submissive body
And now I can fully savor and devour it
So I tightened up my fabric to hug your curves
Cup and squeeze your ass
And loosen in places just right
So I can drape and fall in between those thighs
To slide in between those peach lips and past that jewel
Over and over and over until you massage it through my fabric

with your finger tips in my rich silk cotton exterior
And you laid back in the bed while I enjoyed you,
Twisting silk around your nipples too
Spreading your legs and moaning sweet poetry
And the way it poured from your lips flowing in symmetry
Saying “red dress
The way you tighten and brush pass stimulating my breast,
Exploring such sensual tender versions of sex
Connecting your seems around my neck to make sure my sweat soaks you
Making me wet you deliberately so you stick like glue
Attached to me like part of my body
But you’re here to pull climaxes so far out of me
Beauty rains from my thighs
Wetting my whole backside
Widening my eyes and gyrating the muscles in those thighs
Red dress make me cum…1 more time”
And you dug into the bed with your long smooth sleek legs
Pushing away the sheets with your feet
Wrapping your fingers in my woven silk stroked that pussy
With your fingers so deep, moaning loudly
“I think your finger count was on three”
And when it changed to four I got to see
Your body move at will, and hear you scream
While I absorb the sweet scent of your being
I tightened around your body that sweated wonderful juice
That I drank fully
And I used my strength to squeeze your breast sculpted so seemingly
Without an improper seem
And your ass so plump but so submissive to me
the way it receded when I applied pressure to my squeeze
Like gelatin
And when inserted me wrapped around your fingers again
The way I shook with in
Was like no other
Creating a flow so volcanic like eruption
Spilling over peach lips
Allowed it to sprinkle down a mist
For me to later on sip

Poetry Slam Competition 1 second down the hole

First off Notion is Back oh yea

but listen i was at a poetry slam Saturday and i went against some really really good
artists and i made it to the next round but in these competitions they have a 3 minute
10 seconds rule, and this is my first ever Poetry Slam competition, but they said my time
was 3 minutes and 11 seconds, I know what you thinking what the F*** why would they do
that to me, and i'm thinking the exact same thing, but it's all good there will be other
competitions and i will be ready, but tell me what you think about it

"Dying to Live" vid

It's a Bird, No it's a plane

These heroes, they don’t know,
just protecting what they feel is justice,
we’re all human why trust us,
so they kick in doors and bust us,
but deep inside they lust for us,
wishing for just a couple paper cuts,
Just to see if their blood can rush like ours does,
because if it didn’t it would mean they would look for life just like the ones the sentence,
really look in a mirror judge and jury,
how can there really be security, I
f people like you watch over the well being of We,
I can look into you and see, the greed, the true yen, inside nesting within, when you yourself find a rush in killing a killer,
you savor the scent of dying flesh,
after a kill you inhale and exhale a breath,
filling your lungs with the drunken scent of death,
the deals, the cheating, and thieves,
we all live for the human instinct, Life,
and protect it without having to blink,
but you know more or less you should fear me,
and not this human appearance you see,
the thing inside me, that brings forth the disease,
and can spread it through a mere sneeze, cough, or a need,
yea you all need but not me,
I just enjoy doing what makes me, Me,
what I do is why you fear me,
I’m the one who sits inside pulling from within you, the truth,
that you too have ruthless desires to achieve,
and these killers are so easy too create,
I just use the heroes who love to save the day,
and I make them incriminate themselves,
and then point them towards the world,
towards little boys and girls,
you heroes aren’t close to matching me,
just wait until I assemble the final army…an army of me
The truth will be revealed

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