Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Hunger

Thinking of the complexity of the situation at hand,
Feeling a new passion awaken as you search for a way quench a thirst
A thirst that has been sated yet still leaves you thirsting for more
For hunger, for human touch
Anticipating another encounter when lips
touch hips and quiver escape unexpectedly...
drawing in quick breaths as you slide inside
the center of this love
seeing blues
reds
and green...
Fireworks begin as I come out of a trance like state
waiting for you to taste what has been offered...
Gushing as beautiful flickers
escape the tip of your tongue
leaving me exhausted yet craving you more...

I am

Making my way back home
Loving you even more now that ever
You love me flaws and all
You supply all of my needs
Take all the pain away
You are the beginning and the end
My Alpha and Omega
The sun wouldn't set without your doing
You turn sunshine to rain
But send a rainbow for me to revel in
You are the great I am
My way Maker
My counselor
My Prince of Peace!

Monday, October 25, 2010

Locs

The twist of tendrils falling low

draping shoulders like a magic cloak

binding the embers

locked up tight never to be released

like forever on a strand

intertwining coarse to the touch

cared for with precision handled with love

each twist holds the answers

the question still on your lips

who could imagine such beauty as this

strong like wool they capture stares

the locked beauty can never be theirs

imitation is flattery some may say

but you hate what you cannot be

but yet imitate me.

the strength of the shaft

the tight curl pattern now tamed neat

palm rolled or sister loc'd to perfection

true strength in numbers all loc'd down

falling on shoulders like a cloak.





Minutes

It takes a minute to realize

The feeling of love

A second to wish it away

Turning back the hands of time

Would make things change

For the better

Perhaps

Walking on air

Blushing with ease

Those things that used to be

Secretly yours

Lost in time

A minute to soon

An hour to late


Time stamp

At the most inappropriate times I think of you
Dressed only in a smile
Fingerprints etched on my windowpane
I wait
With bated breath I sit
To feel you
I thirst for your touch
Mounting
Embracing
Head hung low in shame
Breathing jagged
Lost in frustration
Idle hands
Trying to remain neutral
Loss of control is evident
Peace I should be so lucky
When the image so clear
has me thinking
thinking of you at the most inappropriate times!

Slow Remembrance

Even now I can still feel it
I've tried to forget
The things that you do
The soft smile that tickles the corners of your lips
Lips that I long to still kiss
The days turn into weeks
Months seem to pass
Since I've parted lips
Lips for you to kiss
At last
My Heart aches in the wake of your absence
I long to touch you more
Feel your warm embrace
See you like the daily
Rising and setting sun
But for me forgetting isn't easy
And the valley between lips and toes
Have an imprint burned into them
Slave no more
Yet still captive
Turning away
Wasting time no more
Closing this chapter out
Crushing a dying spirit.

Monday, September 27, 2010

WHEW SAA

The very essence if you speaks to me...
I feel you
Way deep down in the places that hold traces of
days and nights filled with desire
I drink and become drunk
The very image of you speaks volumes
I like to believe it to be all man
I'm in a trance
transfixed with the sound of your voice
losing control of all inhibitions
when it comes to you
Quickly and surprisingly but
comfortable in your embrace
your name will remain
on the tip of my tongue.