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Lunar

January 12, 2017 Leave a comment

I simply desire
for the sex I give you
to be like the moon
cause your waters to rise
tilt your centre of gravity
resonate within your frequencies
bring forth you carnal lunar beast
have you howl your orgasms

Categories: poems

chakras

January 7, 2016 1 comment

She is Africa.
Legs longer than the Nile.
The soil of her soul is where minerals are found.
Diamonds of calm.
Gold pieces of wisdom.
I am of her earth and long to be inside her earth.
She feeds me.
Offers my roots strength.
She models.
This universe is her catwalk.
I watch her strut. No. glide.
Slient.
Floats on melanin.
She is the new black.
She is the old black.
Her spirit aligns me.
I want to make love to her chakras.
I want to slide into her red.
Glide into her orange hue.
Taste it.
Converse with her yellow.
Busk in its glow.
Kiss her green.
Heal it with the lips of my nurturing.
Caress her blue.
Touch it. Feel its pulse. Its vibration.
Open the legs of her purple.
Go deep inside her.
Touch her roof. Her crown.
Give her long strokes until she orgasms white light.

Categories: poems

#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 seen as no longer valid in this modern world.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 …

Categories: poems, wet thoughts

falling sound, rising thunder …

March 24, 2014 Leave a comment

I love how when you moan it progressively gets deeper
How it falls down your body
Begins as a hollow frequency echoing in your throat
Gains weight
Becomes heavy
The gravity of pleasure
Drags it down into your lungs
Balloons them
Inflates them until they boom Read more…

Categories: poems

Hold me (when you)

March 12, 2014 3 comments

I love when you
Hold me in your hands
Feel my weight
Coil your fingers around my girth
Squeeze gentle
Place my tip on the edge of your wetness
Ease yourself down
Slow
Guide me Read more…

Categories: poems

Drunk in love – Eroticnoire’s version for @Beyonce

March 11, 2014 Leave a comment

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

Categories: poems, remixes

Come to my room (end result)

March 10, 2014 Leave a comment

Come to my room
Accept my invitation
Allow yourself to be pleasured
Pleasured by me
Take all of me
So that I
Pleasure you until you become
Stripped of your strength
Your arms weighted with fatigue
Heavy with satisfaction
Breathing laboured
Thick with your release Read more…

Categories: poems
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