Dazed

So presently, I am inspired by these illicit dots…consequently reciprocating explicit knots, in the bed of my stomach, caused by whats up on top, in the head of some summin’ clocks, threatening to stop, if you read the little something that i left by the spot. you’ve come across a ticking time bomb, ready to pop. you coming now, with shit thats seen in an empty lot, I watch you stop and watch you fade into the dark, in which you have made eye contact, I’ve watched you wave a million times again, to see what i would say, i said….if i am sitting here and we go our seperate ways, we’re done. robust ground bean in my body, pour some sugar in whatever they need…its just a phase, call it a day…what a night, call it a night..afraid of my light, afraid of my site, well im afraid of your impeccable spite. I run so far from where you reside, as i recite the memories of love and life

My Love is Going to Haunt You

I promise I'll make it feel good. If and only if, you piss me off, I'll make it hurt a little bit. Other wise, it will be an open minded twist..a different feeling, a kind of healing.. Its going to feel high and soft. Though sometimes, the feeling will be rough, and sticky - that part will last all throughout the nightfall till the rise of the sun above the horizon.. You will crave to stay in bed, aside to me and kiss me the way I like. when you leave to handle business and make that flow, the moment you return, you won't want to go - you’ll see how worth your time it was. I promise to make it dreamlike - the most magical, pleasing dream it'll be. so electrifying you're never going to want to awake. When and if I am ever displeased, keep in mind I still want you to hold me..clinch me, grip me..don't ever release me. It's your touch that makes me drip.

this right here will make your dick pop and your eyes drop.

but your heart will feel full and satisfied and your insides will feel right from all the butterflies..

You see, it's real. My love; it feels - Sending you my dear precious..repetitious, subconscious, telepathic, subliminal messages. My love is going to haunt you. Can you feel it yet?

The Graphic Dream

A dream..or fantasy, I'll always remember, never forget. As the days go on the dreams actually keep on, keeping on. Getting more vivid as the days surpass. This dream, well...here it is.
It was a cool, breezy Spring night. The moon was full and beautiful - orange, directly in front of us reflecting off the river water.
We were somewhere dark but the moonlight and star shine was just right, perfect temperature. I, wearing a sexy bathing suit, I'd never seen it before - shaped my body beautifully, accentuating all the curves of the goddess looking body he tells me I have....he slowly thrusted his fingers in me - hard and slow... Me - soaked and wet inside, allowing him to easily slide in, finger fucking me perfectly. Gently removing my top, slowly licking my neck, rubbing my nipples as they explode out and his tongue reaches for em cause he can't handle it. Carrying me out of the water, fingers still in me, playing with my clitoris..till he noticed me going crazy, far from stopping - only beginning.. Feeling my pussy pulsating in his hands, body language screaming "take me now" - laid me on the ground..spreading my limbs cross continents. & then, he did some funny yumminess with the warmth of his tongue. Pulling this ice bucket from no where..now applying cold and warmth..making me arch and moan, losing control - he; looking up at me, watching me get off, cause it gets him off. Grabbing my ass and thighs - then BOOM; thrusted his powerful penis inside the moisture of my vagina. In and out, out and in. Slow and fast - from the back and the front - side to side - legs up and down - me on top - him on top - standing up - in the water - on the ground - in the tent - all night - all morning. It...was magical. Intense. & real. "Dream on. Dream until your dreams come true"

Singing like Opera

Listen, I met this guy and I mean, I dont just get down like that but, we were compatible and together, for a while and well, you know..things didnt work out but, I cant even be mad with him cause, well, we had some moments...like...well, I'll explain...

We wrote fairy tales, on how we'd wed and live in castles..our last names together made sand castles.
We were tight like Hansel and Gretel..
Said we'd grow old and settle and always stay together.

Even had our own marry day,
and we'd love like that
like, everyday, like in... every way.
We may, cuddle tight and let the love bite. We could, share some soul..
Pick up the droll to roll and toke..and just, lose control.

Let me take it and play and I'll let you break it without pay. Don't forget we could, get high off each other and serve the time for it.
through the valley of the night and back for more profit.
Into the morning, can't crack the dawn.. Or the habit. I want it.

So, you see, he has me feinding; I'm needing some more of it..the thoughts have me grinning, like it's money that we're winning.
No way.. is this ending?
'Cause you have me feeling purer than the jewels.
I'll crown you king of this throne & I'll be your queen, as we rule. If you can take me home we can have it our way..like the salt on the fries..
It doesn't have to be tonight. How's about, early morning, I'm talking AM - beat the dawn and watch it rise, Or just chill through barriers of time.

This shit's intense, a kinda.. [Incomprehensible] offense.

'Cause he moved me.
Therefore I broke my role and I got freaky with it.
I ain't gonna lie, I even felt the universe move..
Yo, it feels so good..he brought these tears to my eyes, I was like..
Now, was that supposed to happen?
All that foot tappin' voice breakin' hearts shakin' ..
Now I'm carving Kamasutra diagrams, in the headboard, while I'm craving HIS, headboard.

I dived in like he meant survival, like he was needed H2O for MY survival, as if he could make the trees grow and the clouds spit snow...
He laid massive kisses on my chest, like his name was Zorro..
Had me saying, "Hell No" when he said he had to go..yo, I was hiding his clothes
& play wrestlin like children. We were clashing our Titans, till weight, we were losing.

I had Common, Roots and Erykah Badu albums on repeat - we were knockin' boots to, hip hop beats..
I even reached my maximum climax in my sleep, with the dreams of him, so sweet .

Yo...he had me...had me like..he had me singing like Opera.

Miss You

It's not even me who misses you...it's my body parts that do.

Everything changes, to remain the same

I don't know what to feel. There's no control. I get wet by the thought of his warm touch to take toll. I don't want the relationship back, but a sexual one is desired, in it's entirety. He wants it too. Ask and he shall receive. All I want is him inside of me. I can already foresee it and it appears to be lovely. The sexual identity of this notion motions through my relaxed mind..slowly trailing, picturing his cock landing on the dock. His home. Where it belongs. Where it feels warm. I already know. He feels the same, all he has to do is say yes and undress. I can do the rest and still pass the test.. Sending no text once we've departed the scene. Living in the moment and drowning myself in it...actually, he was drowning in the pouring of my rain drops. Enough of that..I'll get it back. We get what we desire with the attraction of our thoughts.

Nostalgic.

I miss days when we had playgrounds and lunch boxes…when we stole crayons, not hearts..when we broke pencils, not rules. When time wasn’t an issue and money wasn’t everything. When I didn’t know what internal pain was, only physical, from playing rough. When family and friends is all I cared for and love was always everything but being in love wasn’t part of the fraction. I miss days but I love my each and every breathing day.