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DeeDee Walker – Church boy

October 27, 2015 3 comments

The way he would do me from behind. Our skin slapping together. That bitter-sweet sensation of him going real deep. That feels good, with a subtle hit of pain. Our skin sounded like church tambourines. He would hold my hips, pull me backwards, pull me onto him as he thrusted hard, deep, long. I’d grip the bedsheet, clutch them. I could feel him tilt and dip his hips as he thrusted, pounded me. Moans would come from my mouth but not sound like me. I’m all kinds of shaking, toes scrunched up. Then he’d say “Say it!! Call out his name!!”
I’ve got to admit the first time he commanded me to do it I was like wtf! But now, it’s just…
Let me explain. He’s ‘thing’ was to have me call out the Lord’s name when we were fucking.
Yeah!! I know right, crazy huh!?! But when you think about it most people do it naturally without thinking about it. But… when you do it consciously, when you’re told to do it, it’s a whole new ball game.
So, as I was saying. I’d be on my knees, on the edge of the bed, face buried in bedsheets and he’d be going in… and going it.
‘Say it!! Call out his name!’
Sometimes I’d hold back, grit my teeth, clench my nukki and be obstinate. Of course this is to piss him off, get him vex. It always worked. He’d go harder, spread my ass cheeks so he could go deeper, hit my roof.
‘Fuck! Oh my God! Yes. Yes! Shit!
‘Say it!!’
He’d thrust in at an angle
‘Jesus! Oh God, oh God, oh God… yes! Oh God! Fuck! Oh fuck!
If you’d like to have me finish the story let me know.

#ThursdayThoughts #1 – 7.5.15

I want to converse with you in poetry
Celebrate you like new birth
Inspire you like art
Uplift you like music
Worship you like God
Honour you like queen
Love you like a sunset

Categories: poems, wet thoughts

#WetWednesday: #1 – 6.5.15

Her wetness:
it sounds like hymns
Feels like jazz
Moves me like African drums
Tastes like Motown…
Her wetness is aqua acoustic nubian melodies.

Categories: poems, wet thoughts

#TasteHerTuesday: #3 – 5.5.15

Taste her.
With focus & intent
With authority
Taste her …

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#TasteHerTuesday: #2 – 5.5.15

I love when you straddle my mouth. Look down into my eyes. Slow whine & silently mouth the word ‘fuck!’

Categories: wet thoughts

Moments: 19.7.17 – 4:22pm: summer showers

July 22, 2014 1 comment

Sun smiles bright
Adorns us with heat
Rejuvenates melanin
We lay in long grass
Submerged in its fingers
Listen to nature
Accentuate with candy floss sounds of distant laughter
Cloudless firmament spans over head
Arms of the sky open wide
Welcomes us
Heat prickles our skin
We are parched
Humidity smothers us
We are deep in silent dialogue
Fingertips converse with mahogany skin
Touches on topics of sensitive areas
Causes axons to giggle
I tell you of my dehydration
You smile
Bit your bottom lip
Legs open like the horizon
The sun fans itself
Feather breeze pauses
Catches its breath
Lick lips
Take a sip
Quench my longing
Your waters fall
Back arched
Summer showers
You create a rainbow on my tongue
My tongue dances in your rain
The sky jealous of the beauty we create

Categories: poems, wet thoughts

moments: 19.7.14 – after glow pt1

We sprint
Cross the finish line
Cry out in joyful victory
Shudder our win
Spasm our conquest
Ankles wrapped around my waist
Toes curled
Arms snaked around my back
Thumping heart beats
Chest pressed against chest
Perspiration sandwiched between
Dampness on foreheads
Humidity filled air
Limbs limp
Held captive in bliss
Liberated in pleasure
Mind still racing
Nerve endings competing in endless relay
Pulse running
A beautiful irony
Adrenaline filled
Sedated conscious
We lay
Drifting back down
Floating on our class A
Blink slow
Kiss soft
Body pressed against body
We slip into sleep …

Categories: poems, wet thoughts

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