... is what I read on her lips

 

She is there
in the darkness...
I can just barely make out her frames
silhouette though...
as the candlelight flickers
& reflects off her red patent leather
stilettos
and I know
what she wants...
I know why she's been waiting
patiently anticipating
salivatingly
contemplating...
she contemptuously tempts me
invitingly beckons me...
with her body's language
and all too well, I can read:
'her needs = my passion'
its agreed,
the fires ignite
she concedes her delightful will to my
desire for thrashing
beads fashion as her mouth drips
from each corner as she licks her lips
from the mere thought of my presence
of body's heat radiating my essence
of my breath seducing the hairs on her
necks nape
she is my willing slave
& she never wants to escape
& she never will!
I have her now & forever!
Splendidly twisted,
sadistically gifted…
Seductively, I  toy with her mind
the blissfully contoured lifts & dips of
her spine
send me in a romancing trance
I lead as she follows in this dance we
dance...
I lose my grip on space & time,
as I grip her waist
from behind
She lunges back as I plunge forth
to find her kundalini...
ahhhhhhhhhhh...
there
it
is...
that sweet tingly spot
in the corner of east & north...
her energy rises higher & higher
so high I
see flashes sorta’ like the aurora
borealis
of her aura
emanating from her py.RA.mid-like palace
as it wraps itself about my obelisk-like
phallus....
So enthralled by this soul-quenching
rush of lust;
the feel of handcuffs cold steel cutting
into her wrists;
the stinging kiss of my palm against her
bare ass cheeks;
not to mention the tight tension of
chains restraining &
binding her arms behind…
the passion in her full hips,
I’m addicted to like she- the lash of the bullwhips,
we both so afflicted by this pleasure of
pain
inflicted by this Kings royal scepter
formed like a iron rod by God
and this Queens royal chamber,
I swear it's about to drive me insane,
with its walls; silken pink
laced in velvet
pure and creamy like whipped milk
I trace the imprint of her skin-tight corset
with my tongue, lips & teeth...
I take savoring sips of the emphatically
sensuous pants and moans
sporadically
leaking from her clinched lips
in syncopation to her angelic body's
cascading angulations
her nymphatic twists and turns are the
tantalizing gifts I yearn
with the power to blur my minds lines of
reality...
I'm hypnotized into a fallacy
my eyes; entranced as I watch her hips
dance
to a chorus of bites & squeals
scratches & screams...
Like fine whines
they only get louder with time. . .
The sinfully scented, peppered & minted
drops of sweat, we marinate in
I am intoxicated by the serenading presence of
her effervescence;
relentlessly ravaging
savagely feasting
pleasingly releasing this beast within
in her in each earthquaking shake,
thrusting stroke
One hand on the headboard,
the other
on
her
throat
gently for a time but then
I begin to choke
She says, ‘Are you trying to kill me?’
I think, ‘Do you have to ask?’
Her tears cascade down her cheek to the
pillow below
All I can do is laugh...
attempts at gasping, I feel in my palm
just as I loosen my grip she tightly grips my forearm...
'Don't stop! Harder!'
is what I read on her lips...
'Don't stop! Harder!'
is what I read on her hips...
'Don't stop! Harder!
Loving you is a battle &
I wanna to die as your martyr!'
...is what I read on her lips
...is what I read on her hips
...is what I read on her lips
...is what I read on her hips

Copyright Date 2010

Akasha

She sits,
 weaving reality
from my dreams it is spun,
 on that fine line between
what we define as consciousness & 'un'
 Im being seducingly serenaded,
lifted; with her finger to my chin...
 this deep sea syren inducingly parading
 gifted; she casts weighted lines & reels me in...
 singing
songs
sang in my poetic pens 1st person, future-tense,
 She spins words knobbed delicate as webs cobbed,
 each line is a lie(-n) I want out
rehearsing an inescapable pretense...
 trapped in this place I dwell
I kNow too well...
 it is from whence I come &
 it is to thence I go

'Every thing just a thing of everything else...
 the sum part members are never = to the 1 wholes wealth.'

She
enchantingly
chanted, with a smile...
"You
re
 member your lines, I bet...
Don't you...
Cast,
Crew,
 &
Set?"
Beguiling, me...
 Mind racing, now...
 whilst standing in place.
Defiling me...
 Heart pacing, how...
 whilst floating in space.
I have NO CLUE what shes talking about...
lines? cast? crew?
A kinda schizo-
phenic Deja-
vu Lucid-
dream Outta body-
experience caught
in a multi-polar will still, fixed
synesthetic vibrational cocktails mixed
with Virgin Marys Blood, some Kundalini spine venom in them
& a Moonshine spell
not shaken but stirred betwixt crib & casket
the dream between,
sight blurred, speech slurred but trying to mask it
glibly shes weaves me
into her
black matter basket
& I cant get out.
In my minds lapses, it is her I hear
with passionate whisperings igniting each desire,
she ceremoniously places my will to pyre
& as I burn,
mathingly laughing at my every fear,
the smoke & ashes rise higher...
Lines? Sum parts... whole wealth? What Cast? What crew?
 Like my lifes just a movie to view!

'What, is that it? My lifes just a movie to you?!
 WHO
ARE
YOU?!!!!'
 ///////////\\\\\\\\\\\
 YOU?!!!!
ARE
 WHO
 repercusses
 like the Reaper cutting
 repercussions of this sick psycho
sickle
cycles-
 Who
are
you
&
You
are
who?
resounding,
compounding
I found it
sounds like I,
I am 'C'
in an 'A & B' discussion;
I wish I was A...
 I just want to B...
 but both flowing naturally into me,
just wait... like 1 & 2 goes into 3,
you will, C...

From hollows dark, deep
 secrets keep...
 1 whole-sum part
 I am
 addicted to her
dark arts game
 like moth to flame
 like victim to blame
 like victor to shame
 like unalike to same
 we are all drawn
 to what we dawn to,
 pawn to what we fawn,
 ...to what we are drawn
 sketched & contorted convictions
 etched & detoured nocturnal emissions
metaphorically distorted previsions
spiritually cropped religions
 invested ingested & sorted admissions
 mentally photo-shopped omissions
scripted prophets are splifted
poets
=
puppets
sequentially hacked & chopped in suspension
 divested digested & aborted decisions
 where even cutting your strings,
wont disrupt a damn thing...
 Dont you see?!
 It's all a part of the climaxing scene...
'CUT & PRINT!'
 'Alright, places everyone, places...
Lets do it one more, 'one more' time.
 either for good measure or
 just to satisfy my egos pleasure...
 Lights, up!
Cameras, rolling!
 Annnnnnndddddd...
ACTION!'

This Poem is not about Love

Tell me,
what would you think
if i took you beyond the brink of ecstasy?
Just you & me...
I can tell you like the way that sounds so
come over here and let me remove your nightgown
with my mouth
I'll take you down south
for a hot and juicy meal
oh, you like it like that baby?
Well, tell me how it feels to give me your all
with your back pressed against this wall...
legs wrapped around my waist as I race
for your matching lace Victoria Secrets set
to take it off
baby, just say it, I'll do whatever I have to get you
hot, wet and soft!!
Like a fiend, you pursue
my boxers made of silk
tasting your nectar
it's as sweet as milk
the sandalwood incense is burning hot
like the intense yearning I have for what you got!
I know all the rules and the name of this game
and I play it well!
hell, I'll let you lead as you proceed to supply me with ALL of my sexual needs!
Ya see, I didn't come to make love
I came to do battle!
Watchin' you stick that ass out and shake it like a rattle!
Damn, I can't wait any longer for you to feed this hunger.
I can think of at least, 10,
11...
12.....
hell 24 positions
I wanna have you in!
Your body is that of a goddess
and I wanna master your religion!
I love it when you please me
I love it more when you tease me.
Tryin' to run away...
girl, you'd be crazy not to stay.
I'll have you climbing to the ceiling
with the pleasure of pain you'll be feeling
and if you do make me chase
I'll have you all ova this place!
From the kitchen table
to the mantle ova the fireplace!

I hear your pussy purrrrrrrrrrr
as I stroke its fur
tell me baby,
are you as ready as me?
I let my fingers do the walking so I can see
if your love juices are loose and flowing
long and deep as my love is growing and growing
at the sight of your body glowing
glistening wet with sweat
I'm listening to your pillow-talk
like the mighty lion I stalk
but don't strike yet
you got me hotter than hot
I like it alot
but wait for the prefect time to make you mine
Shhhit, it's about time you stopped frontin'
had me huntin for some time now,
how I've dreamt of this moment for a lifetime
you make me wanna explode
the way you suck on my lifeline.
You examine every square inch of my body with your lips
as I lick honey from your hips nipples and fingertips
At this moment, I dont want your mind or your heart...
just that body, every part!
I'm like a kid in a candystore,
I have no idea where to start!
We make our way to the bedroom
you close the door,
sealing your doom see,
my beds not for sleeping
but for keeping you moaning, groaning
squealing and squeaking
like the worn out springs in my mattress
I know nothing could ever match this!
I put my key in your hole
unlocking your soul
allowing it to run wild and free
as you do the same for me.
Damn baby, you driving me crazy!!!
Dazing me, its amazing to me how your stacked
from the back
I grab handfuls of your dreadlocks
stroking in rhythmic motions as my bed rocks
(like wilma & fred)
my insatiable hunger finally, finally being fed!
On your stomach, back and hips I leave passion marks
the bed almost burst into flames from the passion spark.
You and I engaged in back-breaking labor
savoring your flavor
as my nosey-ass neighbors
constantly complain
but in vain to my landlord
about my headboard
rocking, knocking to the beat of
A Love Supreme, My favorite things to do to you
as Tranes pours Afro-Blue out of his tenor sax.
melting away time like a candle of hot wax.

You and I waking up the entire neighborhood!
Shit, what u expect
when it starts getting good?!
Eternal bliss while we're fucking
I kiss your neck while you're sucking...
on my ear
the only sounds I care to hear
are your passionate pantings, rantings
turning into chants
begging me
BEGGING ME to 'do it faster, dear!'
I want your legs...
over my shoulders
HIGH in the air
or maybe I'll suck on your thighs as you sigh,
'oh yeah baby, right there!'
Would you care to
dare to
do it in that chair or even on those stairs?
Now, there's something you don't hear about everyday.
but that's how I like to play.
Night breaks for day
giving way to dawn
your body is as graceful as a swan
spasmic motions release orgasmic love potions
climaxing juices flow as the tempo slows to an exhausting stop,
our 3 hour contest ends with you on top
damn baby, no ones ever made my toes curl and my ears pop!!!
Sexing you is taking a ride on a supersonic jet
flying high above.....
I might need to change the title of this poem.....
maybe it is about love.

My Heart's Desire

The one my heart desires
is desired most by man
she is the essence of blackness
and the epitome’ of a woman.
Her mind is filled with the intellect and wisdom found
Only on the pages
of the oldest scripture, filled with
The Secrets of the Ages.
The one my heart desires
Needs not one word to say,
When with just one sensuous look from her
Can melt my heart away.
When with a simple touch from her hand
Can ignite a fire burning deep
Deep within my soul
Only cooled by the sweat our bodies make
When we are as one, a whole.
A mental picture I hold of her from head to toe.
Every curve of her body;
Her breasts, her hips, her legs, her lips
You know,
I know.
Her hair;
Long and flowing like the great river Nile,
Brightening my life
With her every-present smile.
Her eyes;
As deep and mysterious as the sea.
Her skin;
Soft, silky and smooth
Like black mahogany.
Her lips;
As succulent and luscious as a long,
Hot, passionate kiss.
Her body;
Sheer perfection
Truly Gods creation.
She moves with the grace, charm and elegance of a distinguished
Black lady.
My heart is a locked door
And only she holds the key.
When I lie awake watching the moon pass through the sky,
My heart fills my mind with thoughts of her and I.
When I finally do close my eyes,
It is her I dream of,
Before I found her,
I was missing Gods greatest gift of all… Love.
My heart’s last desire is that we never-ever part,
I love you
I’m in love with you
I AM love with you…
With all of my heart.

My Last Breath

My arms bound in back,
struggling against this attack.
The ropes burn,
tearing my hands from my wrists
as I turn and twist
but the more I resist...
I'm met by a barrage of white fist,
striking down like lightening,
the ringing in my head is like thunder.
Is there any way out?
Filled with doubt I wonder.
Will I survive this night?
Overpowered by cowards robed and hooded in white.
A cross... bathed in fire...
my only source of light.
A crowd begins to take form,
like bees they swarm about no doubt to admire their comrades work.
The on-lookers bare Lucifer's chilling smirk. 
I lift my head in dread as I scan the crowd.
My ears catch this young wretch screaming
 ' LYNCH THAT NiGGER!' loud!
I find not one hint of remorse,
Only laughter and joy in their discourse.
White fists turn red
beating me repeatedly in the face,
stomach, back and head.
60 seconds from death,
barely the strength to breathe left.
The thoughts you think to yourself...
A calming peace pouring over you?!
Only in accepting my present state as fate!
Obscuring this fading world from view,
my eyes fill with tears.
My life flashes before me,
a reflection of past years.
Bruised, beaten, battered... but not broken!
My clothes torn and tattered..,
on my own blood I'm chokin'.
In an instant I'm snatched to my feet.
Still not accepting defeat!
The noose is eased 'round my neck.
I stand stripped of all humanity, dignity, respect.
Undaunted am I approaching the door of death.
' I AM
 A MAN '
I cry out,
with my remaining strength and last breath.
The dark silence drowns me as it quickly descends.
My burden I cast down,
but my life-long struggle
will never end.

Autobiography of a Killer

For those of you who don't know
or haven't already heard
please
allow me to introduce myself-
I am either directly or indirectly the cause of thefts,
assaults,
murders...
& for those zombies caught under my spell
surely their number 1 cause of death.
I was born
with 1 purpose
which is apparent to see.
Whatever you are or whatever you call yourself-
makes no difference to me.
Rich/poor, black/white, gay/straight-
many walks of life brought together by 1 common thread-
death waits in the shadows
for those who've sealed their fate.
My names- various.
My history- vast.
It's true in the present as well as the past,
YOU ARE ALL MINE
no matter your age gender or race.
Go ahead, flee from my presence
leave!
I won't give chase!
Ya see, I know you'll be back eventually
for another taste.
Tell me,
do you think your mr. president can
or even wants to stop me?!
Please,
he is but a puppet
put out in front of you to act, read a script and pacify.
The ones that push & pull his strings
are the powers I'm backed by.
You know,
your government found out
if they used me precisely situated
that they could keep a WHOLE generation of would-be revolutionaries
sedated.
& I do it
of course
it's my job.
Hell I make police, lawyers even judges
rob.
My companions are ignorance, poverty, oppression & greed.
Bitten by just 1 of these deadly snakes
& of me,
you will soon feed.
Ignorance,
now that's my main man.
If I'm present you're sure to find
him running somewhere ahead
or following closely behind.
Some arrogant fools think that they
in some way
will escape my wrath.
But we'll meet up soon enough
if they keep traveling that same path.
Others even doubt that they
one day will be touched by me.
but run another check
I'm in all those places you'd never expect me to be.
I'm not quite as well traveled as my predecessors
or even my peers.
but
the key to controlling man
lies not in the distances one travels
but in the exploitation of fears, lol.
I'm fucking this world upside-down & inside-out!
Try me, you'll see
I'm guaranteed 100%
without a doubt.
If I get first crack at those
luscious virgin lips
I'll have you sprung forever.
The bound we share
can never be severed!
From the first time
I take a ride inside
that vein...
you won't need food,
water,
shelter,
anything or
anyone!
I'm all you'll need to maintain.
I bring pony-tailed school girls into MY world
& in no time
have em ho'in on the street
to support me
for as little as a dime.
I turn graduates from Harvard & Howard
into sniveling cowards
fidgety
jumpin'
looking over their shoulders
paranoid!
Helpless & hopeless-
this you can not avoid.
I'll make you beat your mother
& sell your first-born child.
Just look in the mirror-
your own temple have you defiled!
For what?!
Just to get the thrill of feeling your heart
explode out of your chest?!
But you'll never give me up,
go ahead
try your best! lol
I'll make that sunday school going church-boy
bow down & worship a new master
cause I can show him the face of God
a whoooole lot faster!
Some think it's just terrible what I can do to babies.
If I get hold to em
I'm telling you straight up!
Ain't no ifs
ands
buts
or maybes!
To my disciples I AM GOD!
My only commandment is
DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO
TO SERVE MY WILL.
Anything to anyone.
Cheat.
Lie.
Steal.
Kill!
My victims don't stray too far away
because I have them under an illusory spell.
They can't shake loose from it
& I'm gonna ride their souls
alllllllll the way to hell.
LOL,
I make them do ANYTHING
for the 'thrill of a lifetime'
they think they're gonna get.
With all the news coverage,
statistics
& deaths-
my popularity will STILL increase tomorrow!!!!
You doubt me?!
You wanna bet!
So,
what is it about me, huh?
Don't you wish you knew?
Well come on
your turns up
take a hit...
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!
LOL, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout baby,
Nowwwwww you got a clue.

A Waking Reality

Pristine hours of morn-
they mock,
ridicule
even scorn.
For in their bosom
I am seduced by the beast: untruism.
Beguiling me til scattered by waking hours blinding realism.
Alone do I lie
crying outside.
Alone do I lie
dying inside.
For besides her, I have come to see
there is no other to deliver me
from drowning in this sea of misery
flooding forth, my bleeding heart.
Repeatedly
I recollect her silhouette in every part.
Over and over an attempt is made
to silently quote
the words she revealed in personal letters and private notes
but they only get muddled in a willing yet unable throat.
Her portraiture still endures to the right/center of my mirror.
SHHHhhhhhhhh.....
listen....
you can hear her voice
every now and again
in the faint yet distinct whistling of the autumn wind,
blowing gently through the trees
ever so slightly rustling the leaves.
It's so hard to believe we're not together.
The promises we made,
I thought they'd last forever.
All the time we spent,
all the places we went,
was it all in vain?!
Destined to end in ruin!?
Am I destined to repeat these scenes in my
memories again
and again?
From our last moments together stretched til 'morrow.
I sit, like swine, wallowing in sorrow.
Back to the time of when we first met.
Dumbfounded as I,
unable to express my sincere regret.
I sit cyphering the days as they fade by.
I sit querying myself that infinitely unresolvable question...
'WHY?'
Often for solace, I take to the sky.
Looking to be lifted up by
the Creators aerial works of wonder,
or to have her voice drowned out by thunder.
To be freed from this stench of pain,
cleansed by the seminal rain.
Alas,
I am unequipped
maybe incapable
of eluding her grasp;
inescapable.
For,
in the day breaking til dawn.
in the horizon- serene, regal.
in the countless stars finely sprinkled across nights vast curtain of darkness
drawn closed over space...
even in these do I descry the noble splendor of her face.