#FreestyleFriday: Apple, Suitcase, Beads, Butter, Serendipity

#FreestyleFriday words submitted by Amanda Demerara Royes: Apple Suitcase Beads Butter Serendipity

Serendipity is her name
An opportunity
She need not knock on my door
I’ve always had it open
Always hold it open
Let her walk through first
Follow her as she strides
Glides
It is a beautiful sight
A glorious prize to follow

Butter is how I melt
Her proximity causes heat
Subtle intensity that rages
My pulse simmers
Begins to boil
The sauce pan of my restraint bubbles over

Beads of anticipation form on my skin
Droplets that push through my pores
Eager to be touched by her
The fingers of her fluidity reach out
Clasp hands
Trickle down my back

Suitcase of pleasures
Carry on hand luggage full of intensions
The passport of my want is stamped
I am validated
Ready to travel to the continent of her
Take a holiday inside her
Busk in the sunshine of her orgasms

Apple of temptation
This is what she is
I am Adam
She is Eve
Forgive me Lord
I wish to taste her forbidden fruit
Consume her
She is created by oh Heavenly Father
Therefore she is God’s gift
And I say Amen
And Amen …

#RandomLines: Coal

#RandomLines
Our love, our sex is a piece of coal.
Often seen as harsh, devoid of beauty. When heated, when burnt, it causes pollution, clouds that cause society to choke. It is debated upon, discussed with vile detest. seen as no longer valid in this modern world.

I see it as coal too…
It is a symbol of blackness. It’s buried deep. It’s of this earth. Comes from its core. It is aged. Was here before man – will exist after mankind. It is nature’s fuel. Organic. A rock that is solid. Pure. A substance so unique when pressed down, when placed under the pressure of the world it transforms and becomes a diamond. becomes precious, priceless, sort after by all.

Our love
Our sex is a piece of coal …

Drunk in love – Eroticnoire’s version for @Beyonce

Nocturnal lovers
Lovers during nocturnal hours
Drinkin
Late-night nasty
Nasty when we consuming
each other drunker like a mo’fo
100 overproof rum
Nah, it’s a cocktail of pleasure

Wake up in the hall way
Like what the hell
oh well
Sprawled out on the floor
like we slipped and fell
Body sore but feeling real nice

Flashback to the way we used the ice
Shudders
Chills
Body empty but obese on pleasure
Is how we feel

Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na

Drunk in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

Splash got you so wet
Yet it’s you who be ride the wave of hardness
Surfing on your surfboard
On the surfboard riding
Ocean wetness

Drinking on juices
We’re intoxicated
Drunk in love
Love got us drunk
Air filled with the aroma
Sweat, perfume and love funk

Sipping on what’s dripping
Dripping is making it slippery
Slippery slide it in
Inside

Animals is what we become
Growl
Passion claws sinks into coco skin
Pull you in
Moans that sing

Memory a blur
Hazy
Last night was lunatic
Crazy
Can’t recall just know
You’re the only one that can do it to me
The way you do it to me
So let’s go again baby

Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

Drunk in love

Ownership

Say it
Say it with vexed surrender
Gasp
Fill your lungs until they swell
Then let the words grate against your vocal cords as you proclaim your submission
Say it
Say it as your breath stammers
Falters
Fumbles you’re your mouth
Declare it
Affirm your yielding to my authority

Full

I want to lay down between your thighs
Fill them with the circumference of my waist
Have you wrap your legs around me
Have you feel me
Press against them so they reach maximum capacity of me
I want to slide inside you
Slow
Deep
Enter you so your walls become obese with my girth

Holiday

My tongue wants to take a holiday between your thighs
Escape
Relax
Recuperate
Busk in the sunshine of your nib
Soak in its rays of ultraviolet throbs
Become kissed by its glow
My tongue wants to become radiant from its warm
Walk alone the coastline of your woman shoreline
Have the ocean of your wetness lap at its tip
Swim in your tropical waters
Skinny dip in your lagoon
Dive naked into your depths
My tongue wants to take a holiday between your thighs

she likes to be spanked

She likes it
Begs for it
Craves the beautiful sting
The sudden shock of impact
It makes her gasp
Ignites her
Strips her of self determination
The crack of the force
Sings to her ears

Fan mail – 27.2.13

I jus wrote this “Role play”:

I’m the fugitive. You are the cop. You don’t have to chase me, I’m turning myself into you. I love being a bad girl, so I want you to lock me up and give me the punishment I want. Sexual punishment. Tie me up! Handcuff me. Better yet, use a rope, no! Use my panties instead. I like it better that way. Mmmm. Can’t wait for you to start beating me with your baton. Laying all sorts of charges on me.

Roses and violets

Roses are red
They are the spectrum of light that reflects my passion
Delicately beautiful they are soft against my lips
Sweet with the smell of nature’s scent
It’s a manifestation of longing
Symbol of lust

The oral gospel

I want to spread the oral gospel
Give my tongue a baptism in your holy waters
Part your legs like the red sea
make my tongue enter your promised land
Use my tongue and write the songs of Solomon on your clit
Whisper the 23 psalm to it
Eat you like I’ve fasted for 40 days and 40 nights
Make you call out for the father, the son and holy ghost
Cum like you catch the spirit
Hallelujah!!!
Can I get an amen?!