Late Again

“You’re late.” Chest abroad standing staring piercing beaming eyes straight to my soul. 

“I’....I’m sorry sir.” Walking past him over to the table.

He approaches me, getting closer and closer and then proceeds to me grab me kissing me inside my mouth, tongues rubbing together he slides his finger down inside me, lips tasting down my body licking sucking slightly tugging, warm ass mouth piece finding my clit using each cheek to spread each lip apart, wrapping the whole circumference of his mouth around my unanticipated pussy slurping, lapping, spitting sucking it right back out of my hole, coochie on swole as a grunted foul word bursts out with no control. 

“Be quiet!” he demands.

On his knees, arms wrapped around both of my trembling thighs his head emerges, creamy dripping beard making full eye contact with my inner most deepest darkest desires. Grabbing my hips turning my body around, big strong hand forcing my head down, his body soaring South over mine feeling his body heat move like a radar, smacking my ass so hard a whimpering whine finds it way past my sealed lips at the same time both my holes are now being feasted upon, not a single centimeter wasn’t being covered by his soaked demanding tongue, arising from indented knees to his feet tapping heavily directly on to an anxious entrance parting branded cheeks I feel him stroke into me slow and hard the sound of the table pleading that I learned my lesson, his thumbs separate me beginning to grind deep inside my intestines, a sense of fleeting in my body’s language causes him to intensely grab my full cornbread fed hips and pulling me harder on to it. 

“Innnnn and outtttt and innnnnnnn and outtttttttt,”  his low baritone coaching in sequence.

Stretching wider, pussy wrapped around him so tight I thought I was going to pop, the way he presses my g-spot massaging each penetration is more aggressive than the last, my pussy quivers in submission witnessing my teacher stuff every inch him to his balls against my ass. 

“It’s too deep” I moaned.

Lifting my head inching further away, ass upholstered halfway onto his sweat beading chest. Wishing school wasn’t so hard his strong physique hovers over me with planted hands forced against the wood. 

“You can do better than that,” he says.

 Pounding rotating moistly ricocheting off his body as my learning cunt squeezes around his dick, puckering talking shit, keen senses telling him I would not do it again, my walls quake giving in while my mouth open trying to mutter a non existent word, all of my bad behavior squirts viciously splashing back up on the curve of my ass smearing it between us, panting in exhaust heart throbbing steady vibrating him still inside, the sound of silence is now surrounding us  peeking trying to be nosy and get a better view, regenerated hips begin to rev up squishing creamy melodies kissing and licking the side of my face as he whispers into my ear,

“This time don’t make me punish you.” 

2 Twin Turbos

  

   The sound of you entices me because I know when I turn you on that you mean business, feeling your smooth surface surging down my thighs is electrifying my sense of urgency in my clit to feel your touch sooth all my sensitive spots. 
     By the time you reach your destination; sensations of your new location is starting to me moisten up, on top of the hood then pushed back to expose my swollen and now fully erect honey suckle....the electricity intensifies my sensors even further causing my body to buck, “fuck” I say under my breath, pussy crying from self inflicted harm, gently probing my finger horizontally in and out of the clear sticky ooze just deep enough to excite me while rhythming a tapping motion. 
     Outer as my body experiences maximum anticipation of climax, I slip my finger all the way in *squish*, cuddling my gspot fast. 
     The electricity has made full on contact reacting in my body convulsing,  hips gyrating to meet each shockewave, and I can now sense time creeping close to my releasing, finally bursting from inside the damn spraying down bed fabric and sheets like febreeze, essence trickles down between my ass like a fresh fountain stream, vaginal walls accepting and disagreeing back and forth parting ways then rejoining back together again, heart racing from inside Grafenberg’s body himself...nipples still radiating and clitoris still dancing steady probing opposite of i stealth. 
     I should really get up and clean this mess but the dopamine exerted over my body dwells over me like a heavy weight, thinking to myself damn....if masturbation is a sin then why the fuck does it feel so great!?

Does This Fit?

I’m not a small girl so it’s not always easy to find my size, but this dress inside I just found is so sexy and gave me a high rise. 
He’s watching me search but somehow my eyes never noticed, I don’t think he’s a manger but he managed to catch me on every aisle asking if there was anything he could help me find, slowly approaching as if he was nervous to ask; kindly brushing against me from behind. 

"No thank you but I think I’ll just try this on right here."

"So a dressing room for 1?" he asks...hand extended.

"Here is the key my dear." 

I grab this bomb ass dress then go inside closing the door behind me, slipping off my pants then my shirt staring in the mirror admiring my own body, dress removed from the hanger let’s see how it fits, ascending beyond my hips that’s a great sign I might actually have to buy this shit. 
Up up up past my stomach and my breasts, added onto my shoulders and now for the final test...dammit I forgot the zipper is in the back, now how am I going to reach so I can seal this up or determine if this needs to go back on the rack? 

“Knock knock hey you ok in there? Let me know if you needs anything” 

Wow he’s persistent or maybe he just takes customer service to the next level.

"Uhhh yes would you mind zipping up my dress, this thing is giving me hell I think it was made by the devil."

 I moved out the way to let him inside the room, he gives it a slight tug but my protruding ass won’t let this dress be great I assume. 
Finally after a little wiggle and jiggle with some reposition he gets the zipper up and it fits like a dream, I can’t help but notice him noticing me in the mirror; eyes pointed on my curves like laserbeams. 
Before I could turn around and get his opinion on how it looks while thanking him for his guided hands, he pushes my face against the glass lifts my dress burying his face inside my contraband, lifting my pussy onto his warm mouth I think his tongue needed a price check, making my legs fold trying not to rip this dress that I haven’t even paid for because that would be a wreck. 
He spreads my legs like a patdown as if searching for stolen merchandise, then I feel his rock solid dick squeeze into my tight hole knowing that if we got caught he’d lose his job and I would be his sacrifice.

Tic

I can’t just fall for just any dick, I need special dick not pathedick, passion that speaks to more than my body but touches my soul poetdick, please don’t stress me out either because that’s hectdick, better yet just stretch me out elastdick, twist me turn me bend me all kinda ways gymnasdick. I need erodick not basic, sex I can take like medicine to get me high narcodick, shoot it right in make me a fiend when you come between now I’m an addick, enough to make me gush and cream play with my body like heavenly harmonies of love making, making me scream, some acousdick. Give me the moon the stars, paint my brown face with white words I need that artisdick, heat me up like the amazon now its exodick, and I don’t wanna hear how you get around because I don’t need another statisdick. Stick it lick it program me to cum at your mercy robodick, coochie leaking and squirting creating pools for you to swim in aquadick, rose petals leading from the bed to the tub dress it up with candles lit make it romandick, it gets messy when we get together, driving me fucking insane outta my left and right brain chaodick, give it to me anywhere I want hanging from the ceiling fan if you let me acrobadick. And I know its big too so let me taste that gigandick, good for my soul sweet satisfying and delightful diabedick, feeling our auras bond the strength of your north pole attracting to my south with relentless force give me that magnedick. Long story short....every man has one but that doesn’t mean they know how to use it, I need someone who understands me and the power this kitty witholds; an empathedick, claiming to be dragon slayers but their swords tell dull unsharpened stories of a hypocrite, so I’m telling you now that if you come around hootin’ and hollerin’ bragging about your shit ....I will kindly tell you that I have had more orgasms with myself and the help of my plasdick.

Bandit

Quiet and shy, he always walked past me head down with an awkward

"...hi,”

A one hand wave anti social butterfly, he’d never say it to your face but he wrote things his mind could never erase, on my way home from work we passed again...I smiled and waved, a slight unamused grin, headphones covering his ears although I’m not sure of what chord or hook, as he passed I heard something fall and noticed he’d dropped his writing book. Thinking to myself I can just give it back tomorrow and it’ll be okay, I’ll wait for him right here til he comes by...that’ll be my good deed for today. 

While waiting for him to synchronically come around this corner I randomly became nosy, so I scrolled through a couple pages of the book but my eyes got a little too cozy. He wrote about a girl he passed in the same spot at the same time everyday and how everytime he saw her he wanted to fuck her in a different way, how’d he pump her pussy up and pipe her pussy down, tie her up on all 4’s with a gagball around her mouth to roll off any sounds. How he’d spread her ass slow devouring her fat pussy from the back, licking from where her stickiness dwells all the way up to the crack, how when her clit is erect in full he’ll pull out another tool...or more like a “device” which is twice as nice to help assist him in what he’s about to do. 

He then went on to mention a butt plug in her ass...a trick involving a spatula, clothespin, hot candle wax and string but now I see him coming towards me so I gotta read fast. Removing the restraints to lift her with both hands, his dick being a barrier for the prevention of falls, fucking her pinned up to the wall with his left middle finger in her hole stroking her pussy with prime precision and rhythm pulling the presence from her soul. Now on the floor in a 3point stance the story seems to get a little more advanced, filling her up so much pleasure listening to what her body needs as she screams, now face down bent over the couch.

“Yes daddy!” I whisper to myself starting to feel my own pussy cream. 

Finally now she’s about to cum and I cannot wait to see how he finishes the job, I flip the page, he’s getting closer, a picture captures my eye...a drawing of a woman in some abstract position, kitty dripping vivid colors with so many cum pools as she’s suspended in air.....

”Hey you dropped your book yesterday and I didn’t want to just leave it there, I waited right here to give it back."

(Lord I hope he didn’t catch me reading it”) I said with a quick prayer.

“You read it didn’t you?” he said to me with a look of anguish across of his face.

“Who me? Na pshhhh it just stayed on my dresser all damn day!"

”If... you read it just tell me, don’t judge me I just like to pretend....” 

But before he could finish I snatched the book and ran, I HAD TO SEE HOW THAT SHIT ENDS!!

3.141 592 653.

You and me were not meant to be divided, we are one. 

Tell me...when the circumference of my mouth fits around head of your circular identity, would you be...ever so kind to keep in mind that I hold the formula to making your orgasms infinite in time. 

No cosign but our love making is tangible....tangently tasting triple trinomials of your vertical vortex, rotating my tongue like clockwork in a different range, 

Counterclockwise wet strokes...I mean....what does it take to make your median flow....when I can't stop sucking on your lateral surface area and my sex drive is in go-mode.

The x and y, intercept and interject as we enter sex, bust 3 off, on to the next but who's keeping tally, mouth so wet I bet I forget to PLEASE EXCUSE MY DEAR AUNT SALLY, 

69 is not the only dinner for 2 so, divide these thighs while adding chocolate syrup in the middle, you are more than just a point of symmetry that my hormones are after but I do love being the reciprocal of your tongue just a little.  

3.14 is the constant ratio of pie, so would it take....more than just 3.14 seconds for you to dive into my polar curves and spread this....altitude of sensation all over your eyes. 

I know you're not scared are you??

No box and whiskers but I'm plottin sitting on your face so I can box you in,

Arith-ma-tic tock, my mouth is down on the shaft of your cock once again,

Symmetrically lined with my throat so when you shoot...I can catch your amazing grace....thou shall not kill but this is no sin. 

I apply pressure with my mouth and can feel the algorithm of your nature rise, finally you release and set millions of independent variables onto my tastebuds and let them run wild as the climax begins to subside. 

Meanwhile hyperboles are probably... dancing around in your head right now,

As our geometric progression is laying at opposite parallel angles and I'm squirting all over your head right now,

Every exponent of my sexual liquid drips from your face because of me, I love when you  inverse the matrix of this pie and eat me at the top of your factor tree, the greatest common denominator occurs when we cum together, I concur that the square root of 69 is 8 something because tonight you 8 something, something that was pie, 3.141 592 653, this has been a poem about fucking math, and you have just been fucked with arithmetic mentally. 

Catalogued

A quick glance led to a mindfuck, a constant non blinking stare leading both of us to wonder what each other had “down there” , undressing in slower seconds to try and rewind time with images of your body so vivid the naked eye can see clearly even when blind. 

Somehow you found me sitting all alone and walked by sliding me a note, “Greek & Roman Mythology Encyclopedia; Page 44....confused as you vanish beyond shelves I took this note to the front desk clerk, “Mrs., I’m sorry to bother you from your work but could you tell me where to find this”...she pointed all the way to the back on your right “Book 17” with a flick or her wrist. 

Heart’s anticipation began to pound like drums so wild I just knew someone was going to “Shhhh” me because my thoughts were so loud, 14,15,16, here....opening to page 44 which the note made very clear. On this particular page read about the Greek God Poseidon, the master of all seas, who could cause earthquakes, drown lands, shatter rocks with tsunami’s waving his Trident to restore peace. 

Before I could say to myself that I didn’t get it, I felt a pair of hands come up under my dress spreading my ass and licking into my slit, breathing down my thighs immediately cause me to drop the book,

 “Shhh” he said.

Still feasting on my clit from behind delivering to me a satisfying look. He got down on both knees lifting my ass up onto my tippy toes pushing my probing pussy directly on his mouth lips, eyes and nose, there I stood letting him devour me, he ate and licked and fondled me like he had not ate in days, forced my head between a bookless mantle so I could bend over and give him a better display. 

When I was about to unload my sweet honey bee nectar all over his flowered face, he had me bite down on a book to keep the sound in, his finger pumped my vagina...other hand on my tit, using his tongue to make 360 counter clockwise circles on my clit, I unleashed a piece of my soul into his mouth, sucking me out myself he held on tight, my clit bucking like a rodeo fight pulsating and throbbing, I caught myself looking down to see him nodding “Mmm this pussy good ma, let me taste all of you” when he said that I think I came twice....I really don’t remember because my eyes rolled back and I blacked out like ice. 

 When I finally snapped back, regained strength and restored consciousness to brain, all I could remember was him returning the Greek Mythology book back to the cart...with teeth marks, pages missing and several cum stains.....

Here Kitty Kitty

He likes when I dress it up, all black lace with ribbons on the side, see through or edible I can tell his eyes are occupied.
 Floral prints or solid colors, even cheetah print thongs, down on all fours crawling over between master's legs while playing a seductive song.
 Laying flat on my back spreading wide like the horizon, place your hand over my lips to feel the heated passion steaming from inside them. 
Na ah ah don’t make me slap your hand, look but don’t touch as my fingers spread each lip apart and expand. 
A first class view of you watching me rub on my pretty pearl, slurping fingers in my mouth flicking my clit with a little twirl. 
Teasing you is like watching a hungry man starve, hands gripping the arms of your chair so tight as your nails begin to dig and carve, wishing this was you inside me right now squirming trying to fight this urge to unleash serotonin, pumping my pussy giving you full direct eye contact while your name I’m moaning.
 That bulge in your pants is at full attention I can tell that you want it, let me stop playing with your emotions baby come on and jump on it!

Unfaded Memories

I still remember...I still remember how it felt.....I still remember the deep baritone of your voice in my ear telling me how you wanted me, how you needed me, I remember the look on your face when you met me, the way you slid in, tight and easy, how my walls wrapped around you and held you like a baby cradle, you cradled my ass and lifted me into you and for a split second I knew that I had God but you were just a man...a man with many talents. I still remember...I still remember how you tasted me, the saltiness of your sweat dripping on my tongue as you ascended on top of me, the way your body trembled each time you progressed, each stroke was wetter than the next I remember...the nasty freaky dirty sex that we had. I remember each and every love face...how you could...penetrate switching in rhythm matching my bodies frequency beating from my heart’s pace. Hand gripped around my hair guiding this tsunami like your were Poseidon in the flesh....and for a split second I thought I was drowning but realized I just was laying in bed and it was you that drowning in I but I was lost in you not knowing that you found yourself in me but me..I mean I....I mean we...arrived separate but came together...

No Introduction

No you don’t want to meet her.
She’s bossy, overbearing and quite controlling to say the least, a conniving con-artist that can tease your mind until it’s weak, stripping you down to your insecurities then sitting upon your face for you to rehydrate and feast.
She will not give a fuck regardless of the time, date or place when she’s awake you will know because it’s written on my face. 
She’s a bitch an animal, a female dog in heat; untrained and untamed sniffing out her next victim of extended swollen meat, when his scent is locked in she will hunt and she will find..seeking any particular reason to spread your semen across my mind. 
I fear her because she’s dangerous, I have seen her remove souls from mere mortals seeding them through mouth alone, taunting her drained prey down to nothing but flesh and bone. 
She never plays fair, a man’s dream and also worst nightmare, spawning within seeping depths of my soul please do not bother her just let it sleep and remain dormant I don’t want to deal with her; the torturous thoughts she gives me is pure torment. 
Once you summon her I declare that you are completely on your own...I cannot defend you from someone that looks exactly like my clone but to make your 1st encounter a little easier I can offer you a bit of advice, to get to her you have to go through me so you better fuck me twice. 

Boxed In

     I wonder what it would take to break the silence of your mind, the unspoken vocabulary of your tongue, unpaving roads of fear to plant fields of ecstasy, would you let me...straddle molecular poles shifting physical energy exerting friction deep in the black hole of lust and pleasure, infinite beyond satellite measures. 

     If you let me you won’t regret me, engraved into your brain’s most reoccurring memories while still tasting amongst buds I promise you won’t forget me, would you allow yourself to feel the 8th wonder of the world or maybe even the 4th kind, can I tangle you inside me until my subconscious thoughts burst from your mouth and our words are intertwined. 

     I wonder how long this imaginary box can withstand being erased, when flood waters rise will you surf and ride or stand there drowning in place, remove that pale glove and pierce my face, the paint is in your eyes your lips stained with cherry juice, trying to match body languages but your rosetta stone is being seduced.

     The rapture brought forth is bound to make him mumble and gag, when Eve first sunk her teeth into that forbidden apple I bet it was the best she ever had, I want my name to be his 1st word like a baby advancing into their prime, you know....in the back of my head I always wondered what it would be like to make love to a mime.

Player 1

He’s not listening to anything I’m saying, neck muscles won’t even turn half a fraction in my direction to lock eyes with mine just for a second. 

“Baby?” I ask

“Yes baby?” He says stifling and agitated. 

“I want to tell you about my day,” staring at the back of his head beginning to lose my patience. 

“I’m listening, I just don’t want to lose this” he replies in urgency. 

Ok, bet...stripping down to brown skin, removing each article of clothing restricting my freedom I stand there bare and in heat. Walking over to his rested location on the sofa tapping on his shoulder waiting for a response to this pleasant surprise but I get nothing. 

I decide to click my heels in front of the television that so viciously has his attention, not directly centered but off to the side so his eyes can catch a glimpse of what I really want for him to play with. I see his pupils wandering slowly onto me focusing on my curves and exposed assests, could have sworn I saw him go cross eyed trying to focus on both in the same instant. 

“DEFEAT!” The announcer says in a blaring voice followed by sappy music. 

“Fuck, you made me lose, what are you doing?” Now even more ticked due to his recent loss but still staring at his life sized playground. 

“I want you to play with me,” I say. 

“After this last game, I’m about to win the tournament” cracking the knuckles of his broad hands and regripping the controller. 

Ok, bet...still standing there I wait for the round to begin and then I crouch down to my knees. Now between his legs rubbing on the head of dick, licking up his neck onto his chin sneaking a quick kiss in between controlled moves. Watching him grow solid inside his boxers is the best show I’ve ever seen, listening to his muffled grunts telling me to stop sticking my tongue in out of the opening playing with his pretty tip, pulling it out fully to admire my own stiffened victory. Precum beginning to ooze out but momma taught me to never waste my food so I begin lapping the sweet secretion from his hole..1...2...3..I wonder how many licks it would take for him to stick it in me? I can hear his breathing tense up, chest expanding into a sudden exhale while still dodging blows and I’m now ready to blow him.

 Letting him feel himself part my lips introducing the back of my throat to his dick, tongue performing tricks that only cheat codes could unlock, bobbing my head on his cock, in and out of mouth spitting on it so sloppy before sucking him clean and repeat for the ultimate dualshock, my hand stroking the shaft while my mouth pleases the head he releases a deep groan. The task of trying to focus and not cum is damn near turning his eyes red so I crank to the next level, gargling saliva putting him all the way inside, wrestling my tonsils I hold it there gagging with spit bursting from the sides of my mouth. 2 up and 2 down this is the final match before game over, hips  rising from his seat thrusting deeper penetration into my mouth, tongue flattened along the length of his shaft giving his balls a tightly pleasant grab. 

Fingers mashing buttons with such force as if that’s going to help him win, huge trails of spit dripping from my balls deep chin. 

“If I lose this match that’s yo ass” he says quickly looking down but little does he know that’s been my plan all along, counterattacking his opponent while I’m boosting for a charge shot, he explodes intensely as I swallow, releasing my jaws into a slower sucking motion to prolong his frames per second, filling my throat with his thick cream coating all of my tastebuds. Still trembling inside my mouth reassuring that I did not miss one single drop, I unlatch from his drained joystick and arise from my carpet imprinted knees to the sound of another defeat cutting through the warm silence in the room. 

I look at him and smile, licking the dripping sweat from the side of his face. 

“I win”

Pure Divinity

Never have I met someone so pure and divine

As you....

But you are no mere mortal

Peace and joy is the biggest prize I find within you

How is it...

That you can wrap me so tight without even wrapping your arms around me?

And me, I’m just a hopeless romantic boxed inside of a transparent structure staring directly at the key.

The key to my heart you have managed to pick up off the ground and invite yourself in.

Where do I begin? 

Just to know you’re alive and breathing is more than enough to put a smile upon my face. 

When God made you I bet he cursed for the first time. 

Sometimes my heart cannot explain verbally so then my paper becomes my canvas, allowing to be vulnerable and paint all these love stories clouding my mind about you. 

My daily thoughts are consumed by you. 

I want to breathe you into my lungs and never exhale....

How long before hours become minutes and minutes become seconds until I can see your brown face for the first time?

When I can lay my eyes upon destiny that I no longer have to speak into existence. 

I wonder how my heart would react to have you near...

I wonder if the angels know they are missing one....

I wonder if you know that your voice can stop hurricanes....

Can it be possible to feast from the unveiling of truth, a love so full and satisfying that you dare not touch with a silver fork or spoon but rather use your hands so that you do not taint with such unworthy precious metals. 

A prolific view of raw unadulterated lust, licking you off my fingers everytime you come across my mind. 

I want to fall in love with you first just so that we can rise back into love together. 

What if I told you that you are sweeter than the richest caramel but still more chocolate than Godiva. 

What if I told you the raging strength and willpower of a Bull can balance out the sexual desires of a scaling Libra. 

What if I told you I can balance you quite well on my tongue?

Did you know that it takes more muscles to frown than to smile and even more to make you moan? So I am going to work and sweat and ache until you tell me you’re sore. 

Please inform me if I’m being too modest because I only want to be honest with you....

Like did you know when I think of you my heart beats for 2?

My ray of sunlight in my darkest hour guiding to push me through. 

I bet that you didn’t know any these things and there’s only one reason why....

Because....

I never told you

Secret Admirer

In a past life, transcended through eras of different times and space I feel like I know you.
Traveling across celestial planes, alluring black holes, knowledge cross bred between ancestors shedding light on my darkest corners.

You know me, but I do not know you....I am still learning what is it that makes the clock of your mind tick, what draws the smile across your face or the tears pouring from your soft brown eyes, the same eyes that have never laid upon me and manage to still pierce through my wandering soul.
Wondering the true definition behind a twin flame and if you are the prototype that speaks life into my existence, the burn from your absent touch scorches my skin I feel your breath when you are nowhere near, angelic whispers paint vivid pictures through my clouded cerebrum when I think of you.
 Who are you?
 This is intense.
 Where did you come from?
 I can smell your scent.
 How did you find your way through some many lost days....I'm counting seconds, minutes, hours just to see your face. Can you please if it's not too much, pour yourself into me....so I can know what heaven feels like even if just for a moment.
Things that I want to say but my mind won't allow, trapping so many thoughts pressed against my eager tongue until it becomes numb, extended arms are ready to capture your embrace but you won't fall...because I wont' let you...being grounded isn't all it's cracked up to be.
You've came this far so why should I torture you and force you to wait, I just...need time to slow down a little so I can catch up with this pace.

Yearning

Up late again, thinking about heated passionate kisses distributed between longing lips. Hands caressing, roaming and possessing all the right places, tight and firm grips. Entangled within eachothers breaths losing oxygen at a steady pace, no finish line to remove clothes, basking in the ambiance of this moment disregarding the race. Slowly undressing you with my eyes revealing your manly structure that God designed himself even before Jesus his one and only begotten son, tasting every inch of your exposed mind tapping into the wants and needs of your emotions digging deep inside me telling me that you don’t want to be alone, tightly snug within my raging waters telling me you need me. Penetrating mind, body and soul, kissing places where your deepest darkest secrets hide, holding you close, marking my territory on your back while you ram pure energy into my aura bolting electricity lighting my body on fire. Craving dual orgasms both left and right brain exploding from pressure, pleasure swallowing all of your thoughts, letting my body know how you really feel, appreciation of your positive visualization of truth, caressing your heart cradling you like a baby never to feel that you have to face this cruel world by yourself again, being the lifetime you need to heal all pain through sweet tender kisses causing every guarded wall to crumble down.... 

In The Presence Of A King

Imagine if I, your queen, got on my knees and kneeled before you as a king, as if the heavens came down and reigned upon my mouth as I made you sing...what if your voice could be heard from the pearly gates from this blessing that I bring? 

What if I, used my mouth as a vessel, blissfully blessing your lake of fire or pleasantly praising your temple opening a world of lost desire. 

Imagine if I, repented all of my worldy sins, 

just to suck the soul out of your sanctuary and give you a testimony to run and tell the congregation. 

Imagine if I, became a disciple, and every burden of evil you possess, I'm at your command, you can lay it on my tongue and I'll swallow it like a communion in the Bible. 

Imagine if I, baptized myself in your holy water, discovered a whole new religion,

they say the Earth was created in 7 days so that's...7 ways to display a fellatio so far from cliché,

the tip of your dick dances on the tip of my lips like praise and worship or better yet a solo ballet, 

so even when your soul  leaves this Earth as you climax, the taste of your spirit stays.

I wanna turn your water into wine I must admit,

But imagine if I wanted to hear you speak in tongues while I speak with my tongue on your pulpit. Bow your head everytime I pray and let the holy spirit convince you that you are not possessed by evil but simply under constraint, but See the thing about me is...I can be a heathen or a saint, bringing back to back triumphant orgasms to your body like the holy trinity "cumming" forth from within,

But imagine if I wanted to make you feel born again,

imagine if I wanted to be your sin. 

So when the revelation is over,

and I'm done sucking all the sweet succulent milk from your last supper,

Imagine me as an angel because my head gave you wings,

And know that there's nothing....absolutely nothing but pleasure that I'll cast upon you when I'm kneeled before you In The Presence Of A King. 

Clear Reflections

I am the beginning and the end, 

the round the clock the infinity the holy trinity the, 

the 4th kind, that...tall glass of wine after a long days work, 

I am that hurt I am that pain I am that blood running through yo veins,

 I am that sweat I am those tears I am that you been waiting on this for years, 

I am the 1st sip I am the last shot, I am that 3 pointer before the clock stops, 

I am the here and the after the very last chapter, 

I’m that piece of cake you had saved waiting in the fridge, 

I am the Golden Gate Bridge, 

I’m a Sunday night ride through the city, 

I’m a come home from work, your meal cooked, 

bath ran and I’m laying in bed dressed in laced Vickys, 

Not Victoria but I am victorious,

 I am Black Calligraphee 

in the flesh I am that pop quiz test,

 I am your favorite song,

 I am the Lion in the den, 

I am that 1st slide in,

 I am the Oppressed and the oppressor,

 I am the soul, I am the bullets I am the gun, 

I am the rising sun, 

I am not the number two because I am the number one. 

I am the core and I am the mantle, I am the fire that burns from unlit candles,

 I am the catcher and also the rye but looking in the mirror at myself

....who am I?

Unknown

I can envision you being baptized,

White robe on dipped below my holy waters

All of your sins are now mine and I want to bless you with new beginnings 

No endings. 

My angel sent from above

True love, I died in your arms and became reborn

Free formed.

Formed from mother Earth 

Your skin is softer than moist soil 

If I could...take all the hours of the day and make infinite time, you make atoms, protons and electrons combine

Big bang theory

Damn baby what did you have in mind? 

50 ways to die, no 50 ways to live,

I can imagine 1-49 when I envision you and our kids

You weren't made for this world because your heart is made of black gold,

The warrior I needed I will protect you Young King, our journey of peace will lay out in front of UNFOLD until we grow old,

We can...run away before this fuckin world goes to hell, 

When the trumpet sounds we'll be on a island somewhere eating off the land living well, 

Trust in me that knowledge is be-stilled in you,

Because from the moment I met you I could feel my heart beat for 2.