Open your Bible

wanted to save this until Sunday but figured everyday is a bible day. 
  

Vocabulary – poetry video

Like Rain – video poem

DeeDee Walker – Church boy

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.

I want to adorn you

#FreestyleFriday #5 – 5.5.15

Black, love, forever, unity, peace.

BLACK is the colour we love in. Deep. Endless. Pure melanin.
FOREVER is inspired by our eternity. Infinity strives towards our boundless love.
LOVE is what we give, gift wrapped in kisses, presented with trust. Exchanged in future hopes.
UNITY is what we stand for, yet we sex like enemies. A cocktail of lustful vexation.
PEACE descends after we’ve released. Quite. Clam. Bedroom ceasefire… until we war again.

#FreestyleFriday #4 – 5.5.15

Slay, music, shade, hot, fan.

SLAY me with your wetness. This is what you do.
MUSIC sings to the octaves of your moans. We sex in skin-to-skin rhythm.
FAN in the corner tries to cool itself down, it perspires from heat.
HOT sun fire is afraid to touch us. Scared it might get burnt.
SHADE of post orgasm sleep is where we slumber. After our summer sex sessions.