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Categories: fan mail

Full moon (I want to love you like)

April 16, 2014 Leave a comment

I wanna love you like the full moon
With silent grace
Offer you majestic presence
Show you 360 degrees of full circle pleasure
Love you with beauty
Affect the tides of your waters
Move your oceans
Eclipse shadows of past hurts
Orbit the planet of you
Of your woman universe
use the gravitational pull if my mouth
cause you to spin
Leave you like it’s atmosphere
Drive you crazy
Lunar … Tic
Touch your femininity
Have you float
Suspended in black velvet sky
I want to love you like the full moon

Categories: poems


April 14, 2014 2 comments

Poem – aftermath

Clothes left crumpled on the floor
Hurriedly discarded
Shoes tossed in multiple directions
Bed sheets evicted
Left unkept on the floor
Pillows forcefully removed
Eliminated from their throne
cast out
Bed is jostled
Shoved from is stationary place
Toys trust to the side
Furniture misadjusted
Heaved into unkept assemble
Ornaments bounced
Made homeless
Pulled down by gravity
Expelled from the position of standing
Confetti of chaos
Cushion littered room
Dishevelled clutter
This is the aftermath of our loving

Categories: poems

faded …

She told me she loves my work
That my words make her wet
Cause her heart to fall between her legs
I can’t help to want to taste her pulse
Have the rhythm of her want beat on my tongue
Press my tongue gently against her nib
Listen to her pulsation
Converse with her throbbing
Feel the motion of her pounding heart
I long to have her coil her legs around my neck
Scoop the fullness of her ass in my hands
Feel the weight of it in my palms
Pull her towards me
Taste her slow
Unhurried swirls
Slurp with long lazy pulls
Envelop her nib with my lips
Suck fast
Taste her until
She holds her head with one hand
Feels the low fade of her hair
The roundness of her scape
Then place her other hand on my scape
Caress her head
Caress my head
While I give her head
Have her pull my dome into her centre
Opens the horizon of her legs
Invites my tongue into her core
Opens so I can touch her centre with my tongue
Her finger tips glide cross her dome
Create static electricity
Kinetic frequencies
Generate vibrations
Reverberate inside her
Thunder boom through her
Jolt her until she shudders
Swirl my tongue around her nib
Cause her to gasp
Moan deep and hard
I long to use my mouth
Make love the her wetness
Seduce her nib
Converse with her spasms
Have her hold my head
While I give her head
As she holds her head
And becomes bald faded
She told me she loves my work
That my words make her wet
Cause her heart to fall between her legs
I can’t help to want to taste her pulse
Have the rhythm of her want beat on my tongue

Categories: poems

#Fanmail – The French edition

here’s a couple voicenotes I got from a French fan. was a nice way to start the day.
I’d love to know what you think of my work. Don’t be shy, drop me a VN or line.

Categories: fan mail

#FreestyleFriday king, queen, goddess, love, history

#FreestyleFriday words: King, queen, goddess, love, history

It is our teacher
Educates us
Offers wisdom
Give us strength
Is a compass in this forest of a world
It is our roots
Our foundation
Our history

Black love
It too is our history
Give us the same essence
History is love
Love is history
They are one in the same

This is what your are
The empress of my sexual queen-dom
The ruler of my satisfaction
I serve you
Bow down at the alter of you
Kneel at the thrown of your wetness

Is what I am
The authority of your pleasure
Ruler of your orgams
I offer you the thrown of my hardness
I command the land of your shudders
Your wetness a crown
I wear on the tip my head
Hardness and wetness
A glorious majesty

This is what you are
God’s gift
I enter your sacred space
Your sanctuary
We call out the Lord’s name
Ascend to heaven
Yet remain here in earth

Categories: poems

#FreestyleFriday: choices, sunshine, gravy, pineapple, brunch

Carol Porter: Choices, sunshine, gravy, pineapple, brunch

It bathes coco skin
Washes them in vitamin D nutrition
Recharges melanin
Cause their libido to become sun kissed
Summer breeze whispers
Their skin listens
Gazes deep
Yet gentle
They are alone in this crowed place

This is what they’ve met to eat
First meal of the day skipped
They are hungry
Ready to feast
Longing to dine on each other
Eyes speak silent words
Communicate unspoken want
While the engage is casual dialogue

The menu is full of them
Just so is the menu of lustful possibilities
Their minds wonder through the options
Foreplay starters
Decadent main course
Sweet afterplay of dessert
They discuss the menu
While thoughts ponder the menu of lust

Poured by the waiter over their meal
Smothers their food
Their want is gravy
Smothers their conversation
Coats their discourse
Adds flavour to their tête-à-tête
They soak it up

Pineapple is the dessert
A sorbet
It does not cool their heat
It amplifies it
They lick lips
Their meal complete
They leave
Return home
so they can indulge in the feast of each other

Categories: poems, wet thoughts, wordplay

#FreestyleFriday: Conundrum, Rain, April, concentrate, Breakfast

#FreestyleFriday words: Conundrum, rain, April, concentrate, breakfast

Senses are perplexed
Clash against each other
A sensory brawl
Beautifully violent
Intellect battles with emotion
Sight conflicts with touch
Calm wars with passion
Hearing combats with smell
Rational become hostile towards illogical want
Tongue fights hardness
It is a beautiful frustration

Is what I try to do
To focus
Gain clarity
Yet I’m lost in this storm
Blown away by winds of lust
Knocked over by gusts of want
Thoughts bumble though my mind
Feelings stampede though my body
They tussle
Overpower me

It is the change of seasons
A time when clocks go forward
Daylight saving hours
Yet I’m trapped in this moment
Caught in time
Held captive
Feel the temperature rise
Humidity forms in the air of atmosphere

Morning showers
Water soldiers march on roof tops
Drums on the window
Slithers down
A fluid zig-zag dance
I can smell the moisture in the air
Inhale deep
I smell her moisture in the air
Hear the thunder
Realise it does not come from outside
It booms within our room
Lighting strikes
Eyes smile

Is what she offers me
She bites her lip
I lick mine
We are both hungry
Both needing sustenance
Bodies yearning to be fed
I slide down her body
Look up at her
Say Grace
And have breakfast in bed.


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