Perfect Imperfection

Many days praying for rain, trying to hide my tears/giving fake smiles to cover up the pain, shallow laughs to hide the fears/they call me weird, and honestly I'm starting to believe them/goals seem opposite of near and obstacles making it hard to achieve them/but they say if you believe Him then all things are possible/I'm determined to be that freight train with no brakes, yeah that's right, unstoppable/a success story? It's probable but first I gotta give this work/meaning if I want something to work I have to work at it, gotta get it out the dirt/by any means necessary.....

Lost & Found

I lost myself. Somewhere along the way I stopped recognizing the face I saw in the mirror. Initially it scared me, but the more I paid attention to the image staring back at me the more it all made sense. I wasn't being me. I had strayed away from my cemented beliefs, deviated from my normal way of thinking. I was no longer the person I had grown to be. I lost myself. Because I found you. You. The one who I desired. The one who I cherished. I found false hopes and fallacious feelings. I found shallow words and superficial actions. I lost myself. Because I found you. But now I have to lose you to find myself. 

Metamorphosis

My arms wrapped around her, like a cocoon embracing a butterfly. She's in an environment to become who she really is, she's protected. She's cherished. She's welcomed. See people feel that the cocoon is what makes the butterfly. Truth is, they need each other. For one can't exist without the other. We aren't there yet. Hell it's still just a dream to me right now. But in this dream I experience bliss like no other. She stays in my arms for what seems like an eternity. And I hold her close to me, basking in the pleasure that she bestows on me from the mere touch of her fingertips on my arm. Tightening my hold on her, not wanting to let go for fear of this dream suddenly coming to an end. She feels my heartbeat thumping against her back, the bassline soothing her nerves as it's been awhile since she's been in this position. But my goal is to secure, not seduce. Comfort, not contort. I want her to be happy and comfortable. To be able to let go and know that she has a safety net. One day....

Wish Upon A Star

Mesmerizing. Hypnotic. Enchanting. Spellbinding. Engrossing. I could go on and on until Webster's vocabulary has been depleted, and still it wouldn't be enough to describe this living artwork. She has been flawlessly illustrated by God's paintbrush. Unparalleled...Her Beauty. Melodic...Her laugh. Her physique is perfectly sculpted.  Her lips call out to me, beckoning me to join her in a dance of orgasmic bliss. And I oblige with kisses of ecstasy. My arms wrapped around this chocolate goddess, our bodies so close that her heart locks fingers with mine. One beat. In sync is our desire to never let each other go. I inhale her, hold her in my lungs for as long as possible before exhaling, watching as she slips out of my grasp. Leaving me standing there, hoping for the day where my yearns turn into my realities. 

Footprints

Where were you when I needed you? I called out to you but you didn't reply. I knocked on your door but you didn't acknowledge me. Instead you left me outside with no direction. Forsaken me. Abandoned me. The more unloved I felt, the harder my heart got. The further I stepped away from you, the more the ice began to thicken. A glacier formed, residing on the left side of my chest. And I loved it. I loved the fact that I couldn't love anymore. No longer did I have to abide by the regulations placed on those who used that ugly piece of meat as their guidance. I was free to do what I felt. Free to make my own decisions. And I had never felt more alive! But something within me was dying. As a rose withers after it no longer has the life source contained within its roots, so did I. I cut my myself off from you, the very essence of my being. Not even knowing that my detachment was the cause of my darkness. See you didn't leave me, I left you. You didn't respond to my calling because you showed up at my doorstep. Wanting to see me in person. You didn't respond to my knocking because at the same moment you were knocking on my door. Trying to make yourself at home in my life. All I ask is that you forgive me Father, for your child is wanting to come back into your welcoming arms. 

Power Of The Tongue

That pretty pink wrapped in pretty pink. The visions I captured of you makes it hard to think. I'm in awe. Am I wrong for staring at your thong? See I've been thinking of playing a song on your clit using only my tongue. Them pretty thighs wrapped around my neck, commanding me to make you cum.  And when it gets too sweet to speak, don't fret, I know how to hum. I've had fantasies about pleasing you. My fantasy? Shit, to get you wetter than the kitchen sink. Thirsty? Nah not quite but I'll definitely take a drink. It's been said time and time again that you can speak life or death with ur mouth. So with mine I speak life into this feeling of ecstasy that will dwell in you down south. I don't mean to disrespect, and I see more to you than sexual feelings. But a beautiful woman always deserve sexual healing. And I'm willing to let my kisses flow all over. 'Cause inside, outside, you beautiful all over. I know plenty of people have told ya. But if they haven't, let my tongue write it on your walls..sometimes it's better to just show ya.

Untitled

Sometimes I feel like a nomad, or could it be that I'm a rolling stone/I find myself grasping for something I never had, maybe that's why I struggle with holdin on/one day I'm here, the next I'm gone/don't wanna be a burden, that's why I prefer to be alone/they say crying is a sign of weakness/ but if that's how I voice my pain, I guess I should just remain speechless/if the meek shall inherit the earth, I'm just trying to be the meekest/there's a lesson to be learned in all things, we just have to be receptive to what He's trying to teach us/lost in the world, God please be my compass/looking back on my life, just what have I accomplished/a whole bunch of nonsense, getting praises from the ignorant/If I had taken the red pill instead, I wonder if it would have made a difference/how would it have affected my survival/armed with a bible instead of an assault rifle/love being the new weapon I aim at my rivals/but it seems that the enemy keeps trying to destroy what is written/My Father said He will never forsake me, but somehow I keep on forgetting......

Y.O.U.

You do something to me
You see through me
You complete me
You never let anything defeat me
You are my everything
You are my wedding ring
You are my four letter word
You are the noun to my verb
You are the yin to my yang
You are the one I'm hoping for everything my phone has rang
You are my beginning, you are my end
You are my homie, my lover, my friend
You are the variable to my equation
You broke the mold, there is no replacing
You are my heartbeat, you are the food that I eat
You are my destination every time I move my feet
You are my rainbow after the rain
You are the Oxycontin to my pain
You are the one that saw the best in me
You are my fate, you are my destiny
You are my fraction, you are my better half
You are my comforter, you are the one that makes me laugh
You are my heat, you are my "BRR"
You are the one men dream of when they talk about the perfect her
You know exactly who you are
You are the one for W.E.S. J. R.

The Devil Is A Lie

It seems like forever since I wrote anything. 2013 took a toll on me mentally and physically. But no need to dwell on that. It's a new year and a new chapter. So I figured what better way to signify change than to start the new year off with my passion, my joy, my release: writing. The title to this piece came from a song by rappers Rick Ross ft. Jay-Z. The song may not go with the words, but oh well! I do what I want. Lol. No seriously. Anyways, sit back and enjoy while I sip on this Twenty Grand and put my words on "paper". 

My men-tuition kicking in, my head is feeling light

Spider senses are tingling, something just isn't right

Can't quite put my finger on it, but I know it's a feeling I've felt before

Too afraid of the pain, I refuse to explore

Not wanting to know more, I make preparations to ignore

But this sh*t is knocking loud, as if the police are at the door

I'm trying to give my mind "a-rrest" but my heart is handcuffed

Looking to the heavens, hoping God says "ok, that's enough"

But He allows the devil to continue to administer the pain

My eyes are slowly becoming nimbus clouds, the forecast is expecting rain

I try to keep it together, hoping to change the weather

Praying for sunny, clear skies; anything to make it better

But to no avail, it's slowly starting to sprinkle

Out comes pain that's been sleeping longer than Rip Van Winkle

Now my stomach is churning, a peace of mind is what I'm yearning

And somewhere in the background Usher is talking about something burning

I'm losing the battle, but I'm more focused on the war

I cry out to my Father, not able to take the pain anymore

Right before it becomes unbearable, He sends His angels to protect me

Reminding me that as long as I believe, He will never neglect me

The war is over, now I'm something like a veteran

And having gone through it, I think I came out a better man

The lesson learned is to believe, no need to cry

And no matter the adversity, the devil is a lie

Finish Line

So u walk in, hips swaying as only u know how to do. I embrace you in my arms, your scent intoxicating. We kiss, slow and sensual, our bodies heating up instantly. We attempt to hold a conversation but it sounds like a bunch of gibberish as our minds are really focused on what our bodies are telling us. I stand u up before me and start undressing u. First your beater and shorts come off, revealing a matching orange and white bra and thong. Coupled with the tangerine colored heels, you present an image of flawless beauty . Pulling u closer to me, I start kissing you on your stomach as I wrap my arms around you and squeeze your round mound of brown. Instinctively my hands unhook your bra and I immediately start sucking on your pretty titties. Nibbling, licking, sucking from left to right. Simultaneously I slide your thong down, which is now drenched with your juices. Not wanting you to feel left out, I take my clothes off until both of us are naked except your 5 inch stiletto heels. Lying back onto the bed, I pull u onto me. You hover your sweetness above my dick, but it's too soon. I pull u up further until u are directly above my mouth. Slowly descending onto me, you spoon feed me with that goodness. As the feeling starts to evoke a pleasurable sensation, you find yourself grinding on my face, trying to hit that elusive spot with my tongue. The excitement is building up, causing you to go faster, as if my tongue is a raging bull that's trying to buck u off. Suddenly your legs shake uncontrollably as you release yourself, with me lapping up your juices that taste better than any kool-aid I've ever made. Climbing down from your personal wet'n wild ride, u slide down until your body is lying on top of mine. Reaching behind you, you put me inside of you and my body shudders from the sudden ecstasy that is permeating throughout me. Slow, deep strokes inside of you has me on edge, a feeling that can't be imitated anywhere else. I place my hands on your booty, squeezing it as u rise and lower yourself onto me. As the intensity increases, I speed up, desperately chasing a feeling that seems to be out of my grasp. You have now assisted me, bouncing on me as I'm temporarily paralyzed. As my breath shortens, I tell you not to stop. You can't hear me though because your body is sending signals telling you that you are close to the finish line. I tell you I'm coming. You tell me you are too. As the pace quickens, we both cross the line at the same time, holding each other close as the electricity continues to send sparks through our body. I kiss you, I hold you, and I thank you for a feeling like no other.

"Say goodnight, motherfucker"
*Pow* Pow* Pow*

I awaken in a cold sweat, trying to catch my breath. Another nightmare. Fourth night in a row this has happened. I say a quick prayer and roll over on my side. Laying next to me is a different type of dream. My sweet dream. As I admire her sleeping frame, "he" awakens also.  Stretching, "he" looks over and sees that beautiful ass in a thong. Such a lovely visual it is. I try to roll back over but he wont allow me to. Something about this sweet dream he just has to explore. Flashbacks of previous sessions causes me to not fight the urge. I reach over and touch her back. Sexy. You ask me how can a back be sexy? If you saw it, you would understand. The arch in her back reminds me of Miguel's "Arch & Point" song, because when I see her "arch" he "points" in that direction. I try to respect her sleeping, but knowing what lies dormant in her I refuse to deprive myself. I'm lucky that she is laying in an awkward position. Right leg bent up to her stomach, left leg straight down. This allows me full access to her sweetness. I take a deep breath, as if I'm going down under into the sea of abyss. And to be honest, it's kind of the same thing. Her light snore lets me know that my movements haven't interfered with her dreamworld. Moving her thong to the side ever so gently, I stick out my tongue, my taste buds receiving the shock of their life. Never have I ever tasted something so sweet. Fear overcomes my body briefly, afraid that I will contract diabetes with a few more licks. 'We all gotta die from something' I tell myself as I slide my tongue inside her. After the third plunge I hear her moan. Almost instinctively she slides back into my face, and I gladly accept her offering. Now that she is awake I turn her onto her back so I can put on my best performance, and thankfully she obliges. I start off with slow, long licks up and down her pussy. After the sixth lick it's as if the knob was broken on the faucet because her juices are now all over my face. "Aaaaah, tastes like kool-aid" I think to myself as I continue to alternate between long licks and plunges. By now she is fucking my tongue and I am trying to touch all of her spots. Her hand on my head, she pushes me in deeper, trying to direct me to that one spot that most guys don't reach. Her hips are rotating, her clit is pulsating. She tells me don't stop and I obey her. Her legs start to tremble, fueling my passion to please her. She gasps for air, arches her back and begs for me not to stop. "I have no intention to" I secretly tell myself as I crack the access code to her fountain. As a kitten laps away at his milk in order to survive, I drink from her nectar as if its the key to life itself. She empties her honey, her body drained at this point. I grab ahold of her, pullin her close to me. I tried to just cuddle with her but "he" has a different agenda. Without any assistance from me "he" enters her, as if he's an anaconda gliding into a pool. The way he feels inside of her evokes emotions out of me that have been dormant for a long time. Feelings that no other woman could conjure up. Am I complaining? Hell no. I'm in a land of ecstasy at this point. Just as soon as I start to feel the rumble deep within me, he exits and sends a message to my brain to pull her on top of him. Not wanting to be hardheaded(which is ironic at this point) I obey his orders. As she rides me I can't help but think about how much I love her. And as my heart starts to swell, this feeling starts to spill out into the rest of my body. Following my blood stream, it heads down south. I feel it moving slowly like hot lava running down the side of a monstrous volcano. Unable to control it, I find myself erupting. As the lava spews out into her atmosphere, she releases her own combative juices, causing me to spasm inside of her from the feeling of complete fulfillment. She falls on top of me, exhausted. I wrap my arms around her as she falls asleep. He starts to slowly withdraw himself, as a feeling equivalent to nigga-itis overtakes him. No longer able to hold on to reality, I fall into a deep sleep, thinking that the dreamworld could never compare to my reality.

Dinner Is Served

Okay so I have decided to share a few short posts that I have wrote. As I have stated before, I tend to do some erotic writings so if that's not your cup of tea then please don't judge. With that being said, enjoy.


Walking into the house, all the lights are off and I hear the faint sound of Luther's voice wafting through the air. "If This World Was Mine" tickles my ears as the candlelight burning on the table guides my path. As I ascend the steps another candle is burning at the top, as if reminding me that she is my Agaliha. As I enter her queendom my heart skips a beat and my erection skips a few inches. Before me is the most beautiful creation known to man and I'm sure rivals most of the creations in heaven. She's laying on the bed, leaning back on her elbows, right leg bent slightly at the knee. Her 5 inch heels attached to sexy feet. The baby oil glistens in the candlelight beside the bed, her legs mirroring the track stars on tv. Her hair is in two braids, looking like a modern day Pocahontas. The red lace bra she has on is mesmerizing. But the crotchless thong she has on is the final straw for me. I spread her legs apart, not wanting to wait any longer for the meal that has been prepared before me. Starting at the entrance of her pussy, I stick my tongue out as far as it can go, searching for that spot that I have been yearning to touch, that spot that has been calling my name since I first laid eyes on her several years ago. And it's as sweet as I could have ever imagined.  She grabs my head, forcing my face in deeper and I know that I have touched her where her body loves. Her kitty purrs for me, and her juices quench my thirst for her. Sliding my tongue out, I attack her clit with a vengeance, licking, sucking, nibbling on it. Caught in the moment I lift her butt in the air so I can now feast exactly how I want. Her soft ass in my hands has me poking a hole in her bed with my hard dick. I suddenly zone out and everything moves in slow motion, her moans sounding like the most harmonious songbird. Her pussy tasting like a death row inmates last meal. I savor every drop as if its my MY last meal. I am brought back to reality when she screams out my name and tells me those three words that I always long to hear: I am cumming!!!

My World

I lay awake beside you, admiring your ass in this thong as I listen to you snore. My body temporarily short circuits, slightly overheating from the visual I now have. Mere words can't describe what I feel, to cure me no doctor can prescribe a pill. No firefighter can put these flames out. So I say burn, let that motherfucker burn. I yearn for you. Something deep within me is being pulled as if your heart is my opposite polar attraction.  It's funny how things all come together. One day you're trying to "fuck every girl in the world" and the next you're screaming "fuck every other girl in the world". I just want my baby. She doesn't believe me, so unabashedly I state that I will scream how i feel to the world. "Go ahead" she says. So I whisper in her ear "my love for you is deeper than the ocean, higher than the mountains, hotter than the volcanos, and stronger than the glaciers". She looks at me, tears of pain running down her cheeks. As she gathers her things and start to walk away, she turns around to face me, a look of confusion on my face. "You can say all of these sweet things to me, but what happened to you saying them to the world, as you proclaimed you would, instead of whispering them to me?" With love in my heart and truth in my eyes, I responded "I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I told my world exactly how I feel......."

Rambles, Mind in shambles

Am I different? Am I weird? Crazy but these are questions I tend to ask myself from time to time. Why don't I function like others? Why does my mind always move, always analyzing things to the minuscule of details. Sometimes that works to my advantage and I love that. But then there are those moments when my mind needs 20mg of Ritalin. These are the times when my mind's speed in which it runs would put to shame any world class athlete. I wish I could help it. Wish I could calm it. I am debating on trying to pick a time out of my day to meditate, allow me to control my mind's focus. My mind is my best friend and my worst enemy. One moment I can be composing a uniquely written piece for my blog, the next I am lost in a trance, causing my sunshine to become eclipsed. I have to get it together before I lose it....

Looking For Love

Have you ever seen an elderly couple and they look like they are just as much in love now as when they were youth? Have you ever seen this and wondered to yourself "where is that love at, and why haven't I experienced it yet?" Nowadays finding love that will stand the test of time seems to be eons away. I look at my parents and I am amazed by their strength, their consistency, and more importantly, their love for each other. They have shown me time and time again that love is not just a word, that marriage is a commitment, and that with God all things are possible.

Many times we want that feeling so bad that at the slightest tingle, we are quick to label that person "the one". Never mind that the tingle you felt inside could have been God pinging you, saying "RUN!". Nah, we do what we can to make sure everything goes right with this person. And the more it seems like it's not going to work, we throw another batch of coal onto the fire, hoping to spark something else in the relationship. But sometimes you have to step back and observe the situation from a third-person point of view. Maybe the reason that there is no fire is because the oxygen is gone. Meaning, the life is sucked out of the relationship and you need to move on. It's dead. Maybe it wasn't meant to be in the first place and no matter how much coal you throw on that fire, it's not going to turn into an inferno. It's dead. Or maybe, just maybe, you being with that person was for a reason, and now it's time to take what you learned and move on. The flame provided heat through the winter season, but now it's time to continue on your destiny. IT'S DEAD! Sometimes we don't see it as such though and keep delaying what is in store for us until we are so fed up with failed relationships that shouldn't have been in the first place, that we have now grown cold to someone's feelings and miss out on the blessing that is right before us. It may be genuinely our time to love, but we so focused on what didn't happen with the past that we not even focused on our future.

Love should never be something that is forced. Love should never be something you are looking for or seeking. Love should never even be something that you are waiting on. When it's time for love, your love, to show itself, it will. If you prepare yourself for it mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, then you have nothing to worry about. You too will be able to show a young person what it's like to be an elderly couple and still in love with the one that was meant for you.

Okay so it's been a little while since I have written a story. This is my passion, yet I can't find the motivation to produce the words needed to complete something that I am proud of. Needless to say, I still said eff it and did what I could. Hope y'all enjoy. 


Staring at the ceiling. Another night. Same dream. I can't seem to get her out of my head, no matter how much I try. Hell, who I am fooling. I haven't tried to get her out. Matter-of-fact, I welcome her in. Invite her. Something about the way she walks, the way she rocks her locs. Her smile, her look. Damn she got me blown. Let me get out of this bed because daydreaming on something I can't have is pointless. 

"Beep beep" 

*checks text*

Just when I tried to get my mind focused on something else, she texts me. It's a simple "hey, how are you", but it does more than she intended. I hit her back and hop in the shower, getting my day started because it's going to be a long one. Water running all over my body, caressing me, kissing my skin with wet lips. As I lean my head back, I feel her lips on my neck. Her hands on my chest, her nipples against my back. Her hand slowly goes lower, my blood racing south along with it. They reach their destination at the same time, both running the length of my manhood. She slowly strokes me, her red skin against my chocolate temple. The feeling is astounding, one of utter bliss. I think to myself, "damn this feels....cold?" The once steaming water has now grown cold, my thoughts causing me to lose track of time. Hell, a cold shower is probably what I need right about now anyways. I finish my shower and dry off, my homie still standing at attention as if to say "you thought that was going to calm me down". Dismissing him, I get dressed and head out. First stop: the mall. Tonight there's a party uptown for one of my friends so I'm trying to find just a little something to wear. After about an hour and a half, I find an outfit. Next stop is the barbershop. I want to get a haircut but instead I opt for a shape-up, trying to get my hair to grow out in hopes that I can get her to play in it one day. I figure since I'm out, I should go ahead and wash my car since it's already feeling nice outside. 

"Beep beep"

She texts me again, telling me that she doesn't know if she's going to make it out tonight because she's upset at something. I don't pry into her life, knowing that she knows I always have a shoulder for her. So instead I inform her that maybe getting out for a few would help alleviate the stress. She texts back that she might and she will let me know a little later. I text back ok, although in my mind I'm hoping that she will make it out. True it's slightly selfish of me, but I need her there because she helps alleviate my stress. Her presence keeps my spirits on high. 

I contact one of my co-workers who has inside connects at hotels and I end up getting a room uptown. I figure that tonight may be a little crazy and I don't want to run the risk of drinking and driving because the police have been cracking down on it. Plus the room was cheap. I head back to the spot to gather up everything that I will need and shoot to the room. On my way I get a bottle of Rose' and a bottle of Patron. Once inside I fix me a drink and relax. The Chicago Bulls are playing the Miami Heat and my homie Derrick Rose is back. The Bulls are putting a clinic on the Heat, just how I like it. After three shots of Patron, the running around of today has started to take a toll on me. I still have five hours left before I need to get ready so I take a nap. 

She walks into the room, her sexy legs showcased because of the dress she has on. They guide her to the side of the bed and I am enamored by the perfection that is beside me. She touches the side of my face, my head instinctively leaning in to accept her touch. My hand reaches for her leg, the softness and smoothness slightly catching me off guard. But then again, what else should I have expected from this angel. She stands up, slowly unzipping the back of her dress. She turns around, preparing to let the material drop to the floor. It's hard to describe how mesmerized I am. The dress falls past her shoulder, down her back, to her waist. I sit up a little, anticipating the next view that will be before me....

*Beep beep beep beep beep*

My alarm goes off. I roll over and shut it off, a feeling of disappoint slowly settling in. Damn it happened again. I have a few missed texts and a couple of missed calls. I respond back to everyone, seeing her text saying that she decided to go out and I better be there. Time to get up and get ready. I iron my clothes, take another shower, and fix me one more drink before heading out.

The party is banging. Everyone is having a good time, no cares in the world. She showed up looking like the epitome of perfection. We laugh, we joke, both of us needing each other to take our minds off of life's obstacles. The night is winding down and a lot of the party-goers are headed out. The DJ has commenced to play slow jams, the cue that the party was coming to an end. AS he states that this is the last lone, he plays "Bad" by Wale ft. Tiara. The beat drops, sounds of desire oozing out of the speakers. As if the melody was her puppet master, her body begins to sway and swerve, the dance of seduction being displayed prominently. She steps in front of me, her backside in tune with my front. As if two cobras doing a deadly dance, our bodies intertwine, oblivious to the outside world. The song ends along with our mating ritual. The heat between us is enough to fry eggs. Finally we walk out with the rest of the stragglers. We say our goodbyes and I start walking to my hotel. Seeing that I was on foot, she calls out to me to see if I needed a ride. I accept, if for nothing else than to spend just another moment with her. She asks me to drive since I know where the hotel is at. I oblige, both of us feeling the effects of the alcohol. I park at the hotel and asks if she is okay to drive home. She states that she was supposed to stay with her homegirl tonight but her homegirl is not answering the phone so can she chill for a few while she continue to call. We head upstairs, laughing at the different highlights of the night. Upon entering the room I make myself comfortable as she calls her friend again. This time the phone has gone directly to voicemail. Knowing that her homegirl has probably fallen asleep she puts the phone down and makes herself comfortable as well. We talk a little about the things going on with us. I get up to fix me a drink now that I don't have to be out in public anymore. She asks for one as well. I reach for the Rose' but she asks for a shot of Patron as well. We take our drinks and down them, the liquid going down as if we were drinking water, a sign of one too many drinks being consumed. After watching the highlights on ESPN and seeing that my Bulls defeated the Heat, I wash up and put on my nightwear. She asks me for a t-shirt to put on. I had purchased two tees at the mall earlier, but the longer one I currently had on. I offered up the second one, which was smaller on me but ran mid-thigh to her. As she came out of the bathroom from washing up and changing, I couldn't help but briefly stare. She makes anything look good. She enters the bed on the other side of the bed, the king size bed putting a lot of space between us. I flip through the channels looking for something on tv. As usual, nothing good is on until I reach HBO. "Love Jones" has been on about 20 minutes, the scene where Larenz Tate is performing his "Brother to the Night(A Blues for Nina)" poem. This scene is always powerful to me, and judging by how intrigued she is, she feels the same way. Somehow, we have both made our way to the middle of the bed. She stretches out her leg a little, slightly brushing against my leg. Although the touch is minimal, the electricity flowing through is enough to power a city block. We watch a few more minutes of the movie before she turns her back to me, calling it a night. Cutting off the tv and putting on my nightly playlist to help me sleep, I follow suit, the last shot we took finally taking it's toll on me. As if second nature I turn to face her. Instinctively she slides back into me, causing my arm to reach around her and hold her. On cue, the previous song goes off and "Bad" by Wale comes on. As the first few rifts begin, she starts slowly grinding her body on mine. The feeling is causing my vessel to stretch. She feels it and continues moving on him. I start to grind back, my hands caressing every inch of her body. I massage her back and she starts to moan. Turning her onto her stomach, I sit atop of her. I continue my massaging of her back. As I do, the bottom of the t-shirt keeps riding up, her pretty red cheeks peeking out. More massaging causes more of the shirt to inch up until her pretty, nude ass is completely exposed, the absence of underwear making that possible. I slide my hands under her shirt to touch her back and slowly work my way down. As I massage her ass, she moans deeper and raises her hips to meet my hands. I lean forward and place kisses on her back, my hands having been replaced with my mouth. Wet kisses all over, enjoying the feel of her skin. I find my way to her round mound of brown, parting her legs while I continue kissing. Stretching my tongue out as far as it can go when I reach the space between her legs, I taste the sweetest treat ever made. She throws her body back onto my face, my tongue diving deep into her warmth, the tip tickling her g-spot. She raises up higher to give me access into her cave. I flip her over to wrap my lips around her clit. Flicking my tongue across it steadily, firmly. She places on hand on my head and pushes me in deeper, and I eagerly obey. Her right leg starts to shake, her moans start to become inaudible. She grabs my head and squeezes it as her body rids her of a beautiful orgasm. Her body is still trembling as I climb on top of her to suck her perfect nipples. She wraps one hand around my head, the other slides down to grab my manhood. He's completely at attention as she pulls him out and stroke him. The head touches her southern lips, the moisture comparable to the amount he feels in the shower. She rolls the head up and down the length of her sweetness. We are now both moaning, me sucking on her and grinding. She pulls me forward as she stops the head at her entrance. I slip into her wetness, her sugary walls grabbing ahold of me and guiding me in as if there was a particular spot that I needed to reach. Judging from the way she responded, I guess I have reached it. We slowly roll together like a ship on the ocean. Even my most detailed dream couldn't compare to this feeling that I am experiencing. Time passes us by as we are in our own world, making our own rules. Her leg begins to shake again, the start of something great happening. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in deeper. Unprepared for the feelings that have now surrounded me, I feel my own body starting to betray me. My eyes close. Her arms tighten. My thrusts deepen. Her moans increase. My breathing changes. Her breathing changes. I'm coming I say. I'm coming she says. Oh shit we say. Fireworks pop off. The bell sounds. Whistles blow. We have reached the finish line at the same time, both of us feeling like winners. We get up and wash. She checks her phone, her homegirl called her back to say that had fell asleep but she hid a key for her. Not wanting to have to wake up early and drive across time, she opts to leave now. I ask if she's sure, and if she's safe to drive. She says the only intoxication she feels right now is a result of what just happened. I laugh, she laugh. We hug. Electricity still flowing through us but that's for another time.

Fumbled Your Heart(Game time)

I fumbled your heart, guess my grip wasn't strong/see we just had a few penalties, now it was 3rd & long/an offside here, false start there, not to mention the delay/so now in order to score I had to draw up my best play/but my head wasn't in the game and I called a quarterback draw/the expression on her face said it all, "oh hell nah"/I was hit hard from the blind side, and that's when it happened/a fumble, the other team recovered, so I threw out my challenge/but they came back and said the ruling on the field stands/now I'm walking back to the sideline with my head in my hands/Coach God is looking at me, asking why did I audible/He said "I gave you the right play, all you had to do was follow through"/I said "Father forgive me", He said "son, you know I will/but we gotta get back possession of the heart, so listen, here's the deal/I want u to go out on defense and give it all you got/don't let them get anything, force a 3 & out"/so I went out there and fought hard, forcing them to punt/3 minutes left, I got possession of the heart and I'm on my 21/Coach God said "alright now listen up, I'ma give you 3 plays/and if you run them like I say you're leaving with a victory today"/so the first 2 plays get me to the fifty, now I'm thinking to myself/no timeouts, 30 seconds left, I hope this next play helps/I'm losing my mind, I look to the sideline, man this feeling's scary/God senses my doubt and then He shouts out "my child throw the Hail Mary"/this time I don't question it, I do exactly as He say now/just as the clock expires, the whistle blows, TOUCHDOWN!/ once again Team True love wins, time for a celebration/still undefeated, a win very much needed as we knock off Team Temptation/now we preparing for the next test, a hard one for True Love Nation/cause they undefeated too, but we have to conquer Team Communication/and they've been known to disrupt even the strongest relationship/but with Coach God leading us, I believe we going to the championship

Moral of the story: sometimes we  don't make the best decisions in relationships. And sometimes this causes a temporary suffering. But if you keep God in your life and put forth the effort, you can overcome all obstacles. "3-corded rope, not easily broken"

DreamChaser

Oh man! This is the very first erotic piece that I wrote. I was on my way to work, riding the Metro in D.C. Parental Discretion is advised!!

I walk into the room...the lights are off, candles are burning and Slow Jamz I & II are in the cd changer on repeat. Strawberries are on the table with whip creme and champagne accompanying them. Warm, scented massage oil is on the nightstand. Everything is perfect. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. I open it and you walk in wearing a 3/4 length coat. I look into your face, such unrivaled beauty. Eyes twinkling like crystals left out in the sun; body smelling like a field of roses bottled up into such a perfect frame. You take your coat off, revealing a red dress that hugs your body just right. I envision wrapping my arms around you the same way. As if reading my mind you step to me and embrace me, and I hold on to you as if you are life itself. I lead you to the couch, your red heels carrying you across the carpet as if you are gliding. We sit, we chat, we drink. Can't explain the feeling that has taken residence inside of me, but it seems to control my body. I look into your eyes and it's as if this feeling has a twin that lives in you. I ask you would you like more to drink. You answer yes, sounding like the most harmonious songbird that was ever created. As I reach for the wine my hand brushes your knee, sending slight sparks of electricity onto the floor. We look at each other, knowing what it was but living in denial. As we talk more I keep thinking about what just happened and have to ask myself whether or not it was a fluke. So I deliberately place my hand on your knee, sending hot desires burning through our bodies. You look at me with a yearning so strong, that I feel myself gravitating towards you. My lips reach your neck. You let out a soft moan, fueling my longing to devour you. I kiss your shoulder, sliding the straps of your dress down. As they reach your lap, I gaze at your perfect breasts, my mouth watering instantaneously. I make my way down to them, slowly, steady....kissing you in places that evoke moans from you. I take one breast in my hand, texture so soft, slowly allowing my tongue to flick across your nipples, sending ecstasy through your body. As I slide my hands across your thighs, the energy makes both of us close our eyes for a brief second. I stand you up, letting your dress fall to the floor. Takes a while for me to get myself together, your body taking the breath out of me. I lead you to the bed...actually I let you walk in front as I become mesmerized by your lovely humps and the unparalleled view that I have. I lay you down on your stomach, letting you become relaxed as I pick up the oil. Pouring it into my hands, letting it warm up. Rubbing, massaging, touching...satisfaction for the both of us. Back, legs, butt, feet...I caress your body, leaving nothing untouched. Finally I slide your thong off, watching your juice slowly drip down. I roll you over, admiring your perfection. My lips reach your thighs, sucking, nibbling. As I go from thigh to thigh, my tongue to lightly tickles your clit. Then I place my tongue on your pussy lips, slowly licking up, stopping right before my tongue touches your clit, teasing you, tasting you. Instead of going further up, I slide it back down, continuing to do this as more juice is being produced by your sugary walls. Finally I take your clit into my mouth, sucking on it, licking on it. You moan, grab onto my head as I feast on your nectar. I don't know which one is sweeter: you or the strawberries. I'm thinking you, so I grab a strawberry and slide it across your pussy to see if my guess is correct. You moan, you groan, letting me know how you feel. As I touch you and taste you, your body begins to tremble. You grab my head and push it into you more, telling me not to stop. As you cum I continue licking your clit. Your legs shake uncontrollably, your body is weak. But I'm not finished. You can't move, but you enjoy the feeling. I keep it steady, firm, soft, all the things you enjoy. Before you have time to get yourself together, another orgasm creeps along your body. I watch as it travels south: starting with your eyes rolling in the back of your head, your lips moaning, your nipples standing erect, your stomach moving in and out faster and faster, your thighs shaking, until your pussy juice flows out one more time, tasting like project Kool-aid....too sweet, but yet can't stop drinking it. As you lay there I can hear your pussy ringing, as if I won the top prize. Its getting louder and louder, until I realize that it's my alarm clock. I'm dazed, confused, thinking to myself "wow, what a dream". Then I look down at my pillow; it's wet and smells like strawberries......

"Diary of a Cheating Woman/Man"

It's a Friday night, I had a long day at work all I want to do is go home and relax. I get me something to drink and I think of renting a movie. I've seen most of the new releases that have went to dvd, so just as I am deciding to bypass the movie decision I remember a title that was suggested that I watch: Diary of a Cheating Woman. Yep, finally some women have come out and admitted to their indiscretions. But you know that regardless of how many times you watch it, you will never figure out why women cheat. There are a million reasons for it, so at this point it's something that we have to accept in life. But by no means is this a woman-bashing post because if you have read any of my previous posts, you will see that the double standard is an act that doesn't quite sit well with me. So as you read this post don't take it the wrong way. I'm just addressing a movie that was put out for the world to see. So fasten your seat belts because this may be a bumpy ride.

The major excuses that you hear from women in regards to them cheating is because they were cheated on or they aren't getting something that they need at home. Either way that's bullshit. Let's start with the being cheated on aspect. If he cheated on you, then you need to do one of two things: either forgive him and work on getting past that, or leave him. Simple. If you don't want to leave because of something invested, but yet you don't trust him, then you need to make a decision on what you want because trying to get some "get-back" does nothing but complicate things. I understand that trust is not easily earned, and even harder to sustain once something of this magnitude has happened. But that's when you have to decide if his cheating is a deal-breaker. If so, walk away. I know that's easier said than done, but it's better now because you will not fully trust again if it's not something you can put past you. If walking away is not what you want, take some time to get your mind together, take control, and see what steps need to be taken to help the relationship get back on track. But only if it's what you BOTH want. If he's a real man, he will see how much it hurt you and will do whatever it takes to win your love and trust back. It should also be an isolated incident as well. If it becomes a regular occurrence, then you both need to grow up! Lol. But at no point should you go out and have sex with someone just because your dude cheated on you. We adults, not children. The Golden Rule isn't something that should be manipulated in this situation.

The other issue that was used the most was that the man isn't giving you something at home. Whether it's financially, emotionally, mentally, physically, whatever. If that's the case, then what you need to do is sit down with him and let him know what is not being fulfilled in your life. Give him the opportunity to correct it because men are simple creatures. Mind readers we are not. Nor are we well versed in body language. So what that means is you have to actually tell him some things, even if it may seem obvious to you. A man's mind is almost full of sports, money, sex, and food. And that may seem like a few things compared to the inner workings of a woman's mind, but if you could open his head and see his brain you would see these 4 things compose the most of his thoughts. So it's not that he doesn't care about your needs. Sometimes he just doesn't know them. And stop telling him it's nothing, then expect him to perform some CSI investigative type work to find out what's wrong. When you ask a man what's wrong and he says nothing, it's probably one of two things: it's nothing that we feel needs to be discussed just yet because we haven't figured the bullshit out ourselves yet, or it's actually nothing. By the way, the latter part is the case 88% of the time. So back to the cheating reason. You say you aren't getting these things at home. So what do you do? You go out and find a dude who makes up for what you are not getting at home. You don't leave your man because he's a good man, you see the potential he has to be a great man, and you will be damned if you let him leave and he becomes that man with the next chick! So you keep him around and just enjoy the company of this side dude. Now you are getting everything you wanted, just not from the same place. And you actually try to justify that this is cool by saying you wouldn't be out here with Tony if things weren't lacking at home. Are you really listening to yourself? Let's look at things a different way: say your man was coming to you and wanting sex but you wasn't necessarily feeling it every time so you start denying him. He goes out and finds sex elsewhere. It's just sex because dudes not really out here cheating for emotional or mental reasons. He gives you his heart because just like you see in him, he sees the potential for you as well. Do you accept his reason for cheating? No you don't. That's a double standard. At the end of the day, communication is needed. And this goes for both genders. Both should be willing to not only speak on what is wrong, but also to accept what is being told to them without complaining. I'm not a dude that asks for much. I accept a lot in life and I understand that we are different. But if I speak on something, it's because it's something important to me. And if I speak and it doesn't feel like the person is listening or trying, then we have a problem. Which could result in some things not being said, in turn causing a situation to blow up that could have been handled earlier. I say that to say talking AND listening/receiving are very important to a healthy relationship as well as with trying to prevent cheating. And as always if the person isn't willing to make changes then you need to make that decision on fight or flight. Fight for what you want, or take flight and exit stage left.

A couple of things that were being said throughout the movie were funny, some were true. One in particular was one of the guys saying that men "cheat down". This means that who he's cheating with is not on the same level as his woman, be it physical, financially, intelligence, sexiness, etc. And it's crazy but that's true. A lot of women can't understand this because they look at the woman he cheated with and start comparing themselves to her. "My ass bigger than hers". "I'm way prettier than her". "She works at McDonalds". They want to know why, if he was going to cheat, he didn't go for the chick in his office that she would have went for if she went that way. The reason is something similar to what Steve Harvey said in "Think Like A Man" (not too fond of the movie but that's another post!). He said a man needs to feel like a man. He needs to feel he has some control. And when he doesn't, well he finds someone that will make him feel like a man. While you are bashing him or trying to run things in the relationship and not really relinquishing any control, Keisha down at the local chicken joint he goes into is always telling him how smart he is, how handsome he his, how neat he dresses. She's stroking his ego. I don't think that really hit home. SHE'S STROKING HIS EGO! This simple act can produce some of the most successful relationships, all because you made him feel like a real man. Some women really know how to utilize this technique. They are the ones celebrating their 25th, 30th, and 50th anniversaries. This goes for compliments as well as physical activities. If he's doing something and it feels good, add a little extra moan to it! Or hit him with a "damn". Lol. My girl makes me feel like my kisses are the shit. Like the sex is the bomb. Is that true? It may or may not be, but she strokes my ego and makes me BELIEVE that it's true! And this goes a long way with preventing a man from stepping out. Now granted, if he's sitting around not working, smoking weed, and chasing Keisha's then that's a different thing and you are back to the fight or flight decision.

Didn't think I was going to write this much, but my fingers started making love to the keyboard and I just started stroking. Keystrokes, that is. Cheating helps no one, and hurts everyone. Sure it feels good temporarily, but you take the risk of losing out on one of the best things that could have happened to you. And Karma is real. I understand that people say if it's meant to be, it will happen. But that doesn't mean you are not supposed to put action into it. James 2:17 says "Faith without works is dead". And I used to tell people the "meant to be" cliche simply because I didn't want to deal with them seriously(I apologize if there's anybody reading this and I told you that). Because the truth is, you could be fated to have a certain job. But if you never put in the application, you expect them to just call you out of the blue? The Lord works in mysterious ways, but you don't know much about Him if you think it works like that. Anyways, so much more could be said about this but I'm sure I've covered things in past cheating posts that I've written. And who knows, maybe I'll come with a part two. Or even crazier, a Diary of a Cheating Man with some actual scenarios from people. Stay tuned...

Lemme Reintroduce Myself/Crazy

*Peeps my head in, looks around. Takes one step into the room, two steps. Clears my throat:*

Ummm, hello everybody. I know some of you new ones may be asking who the hell I am. And some of you regulars might be asking where the hell I've been, and how I could just walk away from you when you needed your fix. Or hell, you may have found another supplier and I'm just a faded memory. Nonetheless, I'm back on the block. Can I say I'm jumping back into the game head first? Not yet, but I'm trying to come around and let you know I still got that heat rock so don't forget about me just yet. 

This next post is something that I wrote a couple of years ago(yep, I put up old stuff too. Deal with it! lol). It was a funny piece to me, but it's also some real sh*t and I decided to share it with some of my folks. The name of it is simply "Crazy". So hopefully you will be able to see through your anger at me, and enjoy what I have put out here for you. Oh and by the way, my real name is Will Smith. Thank you.

Lonely nights laying in bed, should be wrapped in between your legs, but instead

Crazy thoughts roaming my head

What you doing? Where you going? Who you wit'?

Are you thinking of me? Is he touching you? I can't take this shit.

Got me feeling sick, another night left feeling restless

Heart is burning, stomach is turning, feeling breathless, I'm helpless

Why do I keep finding that love that's reckless?

The kind that is filled with traffic jams and delays

People who don't give a damn; roads with potholes and shut down freeways

"I love you" is what we say, but if that was the case

Then why is this relationship a 3-way

You thinking "me & him" plus "me & Jay"

I'm thinking "bitch I'll kill you...it don't work that way!"

But on some real shit, who you being real with?

Is it that dude over there, or this dude Will Smith

I was in the Pursuit of Happyness, then came the madness

Then the pain and the rain, now comes the sadness

Why can't we have this if we work hard at it

Strung off your love  like a fucking drug addict

Damn you was my habit, now I'm going thru withdrawals

Lying to me, saying you don't have any missed calls

Now I'm pissed off but it's cool, I get the hint

Like the fucking cliche goes, it'll be if it was meant