"I would rather be respected by 100 men,
than to be disrepected by all because I favored 10"
Curtis Owens

Constant

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I love how skirts, dresses, and t-shirts slightly reveal you as if being peeled by my eyes, your nipples are just hints of an ocean breeze, they whisper your tide along with your lips they too trickle on me, like an artist and his brush my tongue grazes your canvas with a pleasing smile your body just sighs, We both emission life as we paint between each others thighs,  and thresholds catching and fetching yes we enter a year ago's no's our bodies are wild, exotic and natural like garments worn in 9769 B.C. Your kisses feel like you drain faults from me.  Your warmth is guilty only of holding me, immersing me, hurting me  because climaxing is like its just another way of restricting what we would make constant.

Just

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Looking for light yet I'm found by night
Thoughts collect like dust alone in my room
Hope lingers though some is swept out by jealousy's  brooms
By myself because a crowd is prison
We all have a mission
We all have a soul but not all of us are living
And I can't be heard unless something higher tells you not to listen
May the pages I turn single out my freedom
Tell me what good is a book formatted by demons
I am still life while some just chase money
Nothing but my minds engine running
Yet I go nowhere
Funny how the majority always  wants to go there
My emotions travel along my distant thoughts though in park
Some have thick skin but mine is covered in bark
May my prayers cover all even those that wickedly mention me
Branches  graze my window unintentionally
Forced by random breezes
Love is truly failing due to the many lessons that pain teaches
I wonder about the fallen while I'm standing on my feet
Who needs friends unless they in need we barely speak
I once drew a picture of my daughter
I wish kids these days didn't have to picture their father
Technology getting better but the world getting harder
So close to my dreams but my life seems to be farther
The clock constantly moves and ticks as if its daring my pen to keep up
Seems like people that mean the most always leaving us
The kids play upstairs and their thumps are a  speed bump to my flow
I sigh out of frustration but then I just let that go
I love peace but there's a war in me
Truth is everyone has a heart in the sheets
Materials are so seductive I think we all got a crush
Its a relationship when we touch
The question that causes defiance is it religion or is it science
So many instruments for accomplishments that play triumph
The challenges that sometimes repeat
But I  go on and form life's beat

Gently Pinching My Mind

The sun gazes on her and this caramel doesn’t melt. My eyes dig her complexion is earth while her lips long and thirst to be felt. I feel like feeling her. Reality nudges and strokes my thoughts that remain kept. Even when miles away her needs unbuckle my belt. Her smile is life with lips so soft both openings are veiled by heavens curtains I only dream of being rehearsed by her passions until the show. Her aperture and oceans are affine. Oh how she gently pinches my mind.

Mmmmn Hmmm

Pinch me with your smiling void, ride me into the vast realm of exhalted sultry. Thank me as if I am worthy of your murkiness. Taste me let your sogginess brace while your cravings suck all madness from me. This goodness is killer like butter lets melt in each other. I'm in your keep, and these lips strengthen my weakness to your secret deepness. I whisper tell me tell me. You whisper find me find me and right there I got you. We both sit upright and close as you ride me with an amphibian like stride and motion so venerate your wetness is my visa tempted by infallible methods. Even if you can't see or hear us we are still a message.

Vanilla Dreams

Just a glimpse of you is like a fantasy. Beauty so rare eyes meet only to stare. Can this be a body so toned? Like skin on a roses bone. Only vision I touch captivated by such. Sins of sight a must. Your thorns are worth every drop of lust that runs from my cuts. You straddle me like the sun straddles trees complimenting like leaves and brush. I challenge myself and fight off awaken because reality is we dare not lie adjacent. Until recently vacant did my thoughts become patient? My feelings are just blatant if I could hold you tasting your silk. Teasing your threads of pleasure with fingers inside your hydrating quilt. The softness of your opening sings me inside your life guiding lips. What could this mean a crush it would seem? How can you act like this is just a thing? When the scent of love calls me to your ravine. Only to never be satisfied because this is only fulfilled in your vanilla dreams.

G-Spot

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Though hidden her tease to sin is not forbidden. Equipped with my itinerary I enter with ease traveling her mind my destination reached at intrigue dripping on lust that has risen. Her pleasures hug my soul like mercy tears to the unforgiven. Her secrets are released by buttons from her blouse her nipples escape and are captured by my lips. As long as were together we are the perfect moment. I am what she needed her kiss beseeches my components.  Diligently I dilate her thighs as nerves decrease. My thoughts repeat passions on her idle composition with every touch her value increased. I was there in such a place mimicking her shadow as if she was alone. My lips develop a fondness for her skin like heavens warmth how could I ever leave this home. Deep in her abstract walls that close in on my nature like dampened cushions that annotate my shape and length. Bliss impulses are carried while mirrors playback our intent The feeling I gave her even when alone it will never stop This rare interest has only begun as I nestle in her g-spot.

Somber Waters

Black rivers pour into the sky. Silent in my ways till my temptations reply. Rains rise up from the grounds. Eyes speak vibrations without sounds. Searched by patience till ecstasy was found. Ebony tone my queen embraced by me whose love is silent she just massaged herself on me she was butter her skin. We became one as she pulled me deep within. Troubled are we quiet but a passion we soon unleash after this longed tease she contains me only to release and repeat like oxygen we breathe. Wet are my thoughts. Between your legs inside her I sought pleasures that got angels caught. Touch her I must as she wraps her lips around my lust. Like a flame she melts on me scented by nature together we are a mold liquid to solid chemistry changing with heat from hearts bet we never meet so how do we part.

Untitled Love

I find your light when thoughts of the sun are sleep. I close my eyes and watch hearts divide cause mindless flesh is weak. It’s cold as tears laugh on your hopes. Once hearts are exhausted love develops ghost’s. Lonely paper blankets my nights so my pen alters my company or friend. Writing haunts my present until my past mentally fades my end. I call to your emotions if open then I am heard. You sit alone and broken your pain outspoken to my touch if deserved. I read you to understand and open my own mind.

Feels Like

I want to exist behind you and let you fall asleep in my arms so I can wake up with my love inside. Peacefully you wake I feel you throbbing my love slowly moves in and out going past your passionate hands of worship baptizing me in your wetness teasing me like taking me high and then bringing me back down while each time I land the sensitivity increases your lips get softer, warmer, and your moisture becomes a flood. Damn you feel so good my emotions are at ease cause we are no longer a fantasy and I no longer have to wonder what those long stares at me mean cause if your eyes could touch me this must be what it would  feel like.

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