Lover’s quarrel

Sweet Love

Unwrapped you so fast in anticipation 

Delight in sight, I really appreciate your participation 

Be patient, I'll make sure that your time ain’t wasted

Your pain, frustration, and stress is all that I’m taking

Giving you nothing more than pleasure and pressure 

Turn off the lights, and place your phone up on the dresser

Sweet sensations, your taste and smell, I know them so well

Like a kid, digging in a bag of Penny Candy, who could always tell

What was what, by the shape and feel, like your sweet spot

Your caramel’s starting to melt, cuz you so hot!

Moans, I’m listen, fingers sticky, glistening, I won’t stop...

This sugar rush, got me ‘bout to bust, like a dropped Grape soda pop!

Enjoying your fun dip while you satisfy my Snickers like a Chico Stick

This candy crush is too much, but...

The mystery of you

We’ve been together for over half of our lives

Told each other thousands of truths and hundreds of lies

Grown poor, wealthy, tired, and wise

Still seeking meaning beyond the casual replies

Are you happy?  What do you want? Fishing for clues in the depths of your eyes

What’s on your mind?  

Help me explain the how’s and whys?

Even with all of our history, I’m still mesmerized

Lover’s quarrel

The first time that I saw you cry

I was conflicted and also the reason why

I nearly drowned in an ocean of emotion as I tried

To apologize if I were wise I would have never lied

But the truth it seems hurts worse

When feelings are bruised by a curse

Like a storm early forecasted but the warning was missed

In a split second a kiss becomes a fist

Wrath and combat launched in a flurry and blitz

When you attacked I deployed my best defense

With pride as my armor I counter with sarcasm and wit

Checkers versus your chess my verbal sting was a swing and a miss

I relent what’s the use I can’t win truce?

Post Obama

The past 8 years,
Eased most of our fears,
But American life post Obama,
Feels like Monday morning drama,
Celebrations and protests - Social media's divided,
Some posts boast, others roast - most I ignored, to others I replied that I liked it,
Feels like we all got a new landlord,
Suddenly our rent's spent and we can no longer afford,
Prescriptions, care, honor and respect, life feels horrible,
Visits impossible, bills no longer affordable,
So in two and four more years, respectfully,
When I ask for your vote, I hope you're registered, healthy, and free...

Making Whoppie

Come closer so I can see your intentions,
And my reflection in your lenses,
Feeling your sweat and breath on me,
As our hands dance, the friction makes a sweet heat,
Our embrace becomes a sensual race,
And the bed's transported to a different place,
Defying gravity in our space and time,
Above, beneath, beside, and behind,
Kissin' lips, grippin' hips, I thrust whilst you grind,
No want or worry, only one thing on our mind.
 

This love like...

This love's like Hersey Kisses & Almond Joy,
If your strongest muscle hustles, holla at ya boy,
'Verb's nerves got shot,
At the very thought of they loss,
Wife and daughter,
Any threat cause them stress, 
Believe best, Imma press Gillettes at foes necks like Sargent Slaughter,
Hold the crazy at bay, damn these emotions like an otter,
Hellos and farewells,
When we kiss and tell,
Her love's a whimiscal spell,
Made my heart melt,
Explode and beat skip,
She holds it like a Cardiologist with a tight grip,
But I don't trip,
Gladly bleed and concede, 
Flow fast or slow to meet her need,
Lost in this myocardial infarction,
Love is pain and joy from the end to the start then...