"A Poet Thoughts"

Sex Scene

6:33pm....I’m home and you’re at work. I was thinking about how you would passionately eat my puxxy like soup. How gently you spread my legs and tell me DO NOT move. But I moved. Your tongue always had me moving up and down to the rhythm of your licks. “ I can’t wait until you get home”. I placed candles on Our stairway. I was waiting for you. I had strawberries, whipped cream in a glass bowl beside me. I was wearing red lace panties and a matching bra. Hair was pulled back in a ponytail. I had on my black christian louboutin heels 👠The ones you like fuxxing me in. 8:12pm...The door knob was turning, it was you. I’m Sitting on the stairs like a stallion. My first words to you were “Are you hungry?”.(you smiled). But didn’t say anything. You calmly sat your briefcase 💼 By the door. Calmly placed every piece of your suit on the table. At this moment you’re facing me butt as naked. You’re standing in f...

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He jumps on a plane ✈️ to come see you(Nothing new). He miss your smile, your goofy personality, your soft touches to the face. The way you kiss him on the forehead. Never had any sexual experiences with one another(just friends).He expresses his love he has for you. Him: I was laying in bed. Woke up to this chick I just smashed (he has a beautiful house in L.A)All of a sudden you popped up in my head. I thought about the late night advices you give me, the way you cheered me on at my games. Funny how you only came to two games and that was when you took a trip to New Orleans, but I’ve always wanted you to be there. The looks you be having on your face when I hit the court🤗😊😍I can’t lie you be looking good as hell.The way you wait on me when I come to your city. We have this little thing where I bring you a bag of chips and a orange juice.The way you be sitting on the steps around the corner from your condo waiting on me(I just be wanti...

My Dove 🕊

You have so much flight. I seen it in your eyes that night. I knew you would make everything right. Your smile, your love for god. You are the definition of my peace. My African dove. The one i cherish above. So sweet when you are in heat. Rub my feet to the African beat. Feel my rhythm when I’m on top. So sensitive but yet so stimulating. The light and joy you released in me,I will forever have and protect. No other man will ever have that affect.Sometimes I can’t define my mind that throws me difficult signs. But you are my fine. “You are my fine”.You were the piece that needed to be aligned with me. You see you are my dove.

Connections

Deep connections aligned with permanent affections.

Shared life long lessons. Lost soul that unfolds the untold. Broken hearts, shattered lights disappointment in the eyes of a gem. Not him. Her. Stimulating mind on and off signs, which she sets to find. the rhythm of my flow defines who the woman I am “You know”. So Difficult, but yet intriguing. Special.

Miss the Dixk

I miss the dixk.I miss you in it. Slap my ass, talk trash, whisper in my ear. Tell me I'm yours and I want fear. Hear hear your thrust. Choking me with trust. Far from lust. Far from love. I'm not yours. Looking in my eyes like a surprise prize, eating the puxxy up that is a perfect size. Bite my lips, pull my hips. Pin me against the wall across from the hall. Hold me tight for I want fall. Stand tall. Give me head, not in the bed. Wood floors, open doors. Music playing, loud screams, puxxy wet, full of cream. Dreams don't exist, real sex full of bliss. Stand still while I climb on top, flop on the dixk like a loose mop. Bald but tight, tight enough to put up a fight. All night? 

Unknown Experience

Tough decisions, blurred visions that I thought wouldn't last. Late night crying, depressions and expressions that I thought would past. Inexperienced in being a mother, Experienced carrying a child in my womb. Who are you to dig up these fumes. Not gas, but fire that could be started. Happiness slipped away. Distance I walked. Love I gave up. Trust I don't believe. Sad I am. Alone Iam. Scared iam. Say I want to find my way. I want to be happy again. Have a friend to the end. Smile and not be in denial. Have a beautiful a child. Have a house on the hill, late nights covered up with chills. Walking through mills. Mirrors face to face to feel feel my thrills. An American dream a bad team. My mean attitude. Lost, confused, content. The dent in my heart that hasn't been healed. Drowning on my sadness that hasn't been fulfilled. Where is my experience?

Rekindle

We haven't spoken in three weeks, but that night made me want to speak. I invited you over, we watched tv, i was horny and i wanted the dxxk. I straddled you, kissing your neck that was your spot the spot that made you hot. Licking and nibbling  on your ear. Picking me up, carrying me to the room, laying me on my back, but i wasn't having that. My kitty wanted to ride, ride all of that. On top of you, puxxy wet, feeling good. I started bouncing on you, you slapping and grabbing my ass. You moaning i whisper in your ear shhhh. I'm bouncing harder, puxxy so wet you hear the juices, your moans get louder so i put my panties in your mouth. My roommate was in the next room....to be continued

Deceiving

Stupid

Why fight over a man that cheats on you? Why fight the woman he cheated on you with? What do that solve? Can you tell the story to get this resolved....I'm a black girl and I'm stupid point blank...................................................................................................

I am not her

I am not her, i am not her. My face is not her, my personality is not her. My hips are not her my lips are not her. My race is not her, my brown skin is not her. My sex is not her, my breast are not her. My hair is not her, my eyes are not her. My mind is not her, my ways are not her. I am not her. Stop comparing me to her. I am not her. I will never be her, i don't want to be her, i am not her. My voice is not her, my kisses are not her. My seduction is not her, my smile is not her. I am not her, i am me.