Watch Me

He Never Asks

He never asks…

when he stands before her marveling at the delicate Caramel skin  laying against a pallet of Onyx satin sheets…he absorbs every curve and turn as he becomes the desire and want her essence expels for him…

He never asks…

when knees jerk as he works his way from the bottom up and porcelain kisses suspend limbs into frames of sublime prescience from toes to ankles, ankles to knees, knees to thighs, thighs to…

He never asks…

when toned calves compress into his upper back and butter smooth heels dig into the dimples of his lower back as the strength of his Mocha hands grapples the bend of her hips sucking the decadents of all that warm milky goo from ‘tween her nether region rendering from the c...

What She Wants

I want chattering teeth to shatter where sanity sleeps... lest sounds of shadows stutter mutters of jealousy while touching my back without touching my back and sweat with steam watching sensualtiy teach hands to taste and mouths to see...  

I want no bed... just there where lust makes fire wet with breath and flesh grinding heat marinates between hips and knees seizing life's cream quenching dry throat screams  that soothes heads and tails alike...  

I want scorched walls to singe with envy, burning floors to plead insanity, windows blackened by the smoke of strokes amid two blazing Black bodies to beg for a glimpse of their astounding beauty...  

I want to feel Heaven at t...

Sounds Love Makes

Crackles of vinyl wax beneath the apex of a whetted needle spins
an aria of whimpering whispers with trills of uhhs and ahhs thru the airways
Preludes of monotonous moans crescendo into symphonic melodies  by the strumming of his fingers against nimble oscillating chords
A true virtuoso of compositions, he meticulously  pays attention to detail using the Braille method, carefully touching every facet of her structure, remembering where each dimple lays as to assert the right amount of       pressure when placing himself to rouse pitch perfect intonations
He plays by ear…attentive to the acoustics bouncing off walls as ahhhh capella licks orchestrate the timbre of this rhapsody: pianissimo…fortissimo…tempo allegro…tempo adaaaagio
He strokes with precision, yielding operatic falsettos in syncopated
pants of eurhythmic rhythms between musician and instrument
Sound bends to him as ...

Last Night

 I lie here in the faintness of last evening
spellbound by rememberances of
heat and lust.
The sun pierces a sliver of light
thru the eye of the window and
lays itself across my bare-skinned body.
The scent u left on my pillow is as alluring as
it was when you wore it...and me.
Oooh love how you stir my senses
and I can't help touching myself as
I remember your touch: subtle and erotic.
My fingertips airily grazes my flesh as they
follow the pathway traveled by
your tongue and lips.
My temperature slowly rises
as the fever between my thighs ignites
by each of your kisses
felt with every stroke of my hand.
I ache at the thought of you not being
inside of me, but let my fingers take your place
just this once.
My motions cannot compare to the depths
u reach while inside of me; still, I find myself inside
myself and I...

Watch Me

 i love when
u watch me
touch me.
how ur eyes follow
my fingers as
I trace the smile
lying between
my legs.
watching u
watch me
is so ***in erotic,
and this visual stimulant
suggests i take my time
feeding my arousal
so u can take pleasure
in me pleasuring myself.
your mouth salivates
with temptation,
aching to
devour this ripe
and succulent
ambrosia.
as i melt like butter,
dripping ecstasy
across my fingertips,
you watch it
take its time
flowing and
kissing the inseam
of my thigh.
I love watching you
watch me.
your palate
begs for an invitation
to partake in this
one woman show
and i consume
you with thoughts
of my love tasting as
sweet as it seems
to taste
to me.
i love watchi...