About Love: Poems and Inspiration

[Izayoi]

to shower
with dripping drops
of wet hot water
running down
in pleasing streaks
two baptized freaks
drying each other
with erotic heat
leaving wetness
in between soft sheets

Lead me to the water Rev Dale. Sick!

Respect to every one posting HEAT in this thread. All I can say is "MORE FIYAH"..........

You bought the fiyah Bushmon! Even got femm a little hot under the um collar?

A muse has inspired me...

Layers surround you
words erode the barriers
mysterious

inquisitive one
your questions are unanswered
And i'll never tell

Intellect, beauty
I must make a confession
my interest piqued

*drops pen*

I love everything about that.

I am loving all the post by everyone. I am now on a mission to write something new, just for the board...

Let's Be Friends...........
Who can love a man more than he loves himself?

" I'll never know what makes this man, with all the love that his heart can stand, dream of ways to throw it all away..." That's a line from John Mayer's song "Gravity". It's a great song, and your poem- the frustration and sense of your desires working against you- reminds me of that song. Thanks Tex King.

I am a longtime lurker of bgol over the years I have put mad people on to the sight I think I just fell in love wit sol because of this thread! Hotness (holds hands up and snaps fingers repeatedly)

That's a spoken word thing for those of you that didn't know. Nice piece!

First Kiss by me...

Non-regulation heart beat tilts my mind sideways. Porch light highways.
Strain to maintain the focus of the night.
I take flight. Clouds whispering in my ears...seductive sirens.
Light talk and a frightened walk.
The destination hushes the insects. They pretend to sleep for the unique moment to settle down and nestle through the leaves.
Street shuffles. Hand sweats pet and drip drop into each palm pit stop.
She leans. Archs like sheet bamboo.
Her mouth flutters petals against mine. A chime of spittle snap.
Mmmmm...
Tongues turn and twist enlisting paths to lust.
Hands travel through flesh stations, testing the heart engines with new oil...new fuels and new rules.
Red cheek glee we see. See so much.
Fresh from the squeeze the angel drifts from my grip for another sunrise to smile at.

Raw! MagButch.

 

[MartinAsante]

I love everything about that.

Oh it aint funny no mo???

 

[Izayoi]

Oh it aint funny no mo???

I'll laugh when I get my ham sandwich

 

[MartinAsante]

I'll laugh when I get my ham sandwich

I announce my retirement from the poetry posting game.

 

[Izayoi]

I announce my retirement from the poetry posting game.

It's all love Marty. You're always welcome here

 

[Chicutie]

This was something I wrote about my ex. .



Untitled
I remember the first time they played our song,

I was looking at you,

You had your eyes on me,

And I was thinking …. I was wondering how it would be to dance with you. . . to step with you.



You grabbed me,

And when you touched me I knew we were connected. . .

You were smooth…

As I grinded against you…

As I let you feel all the things that you had never felt before…

As we…. Caressed each other on the dance floor…



When I think about it…

I can remember us being there..

I can't recall any other faces,

While that song was playing,

It was just me and you,

Gliding and with not a centimeter between us…

We were smooth….



I remember how you leaned close to me… and slowly whispered the words to the song,

I mean…. Damn…. Who knew that "Unpredictable" by Jamie Foxx could be so seductive….

We danced . …until my stilettos punched my toes.. ..

Until we were sweaty….



And I remember how you glistened.. .. how you glowed…

And it reminded me of how you always said that you had the LIGHT inside of you..



That was definitely the day. .. . I let you deep inside,

Further than I ever let any man,

Beyond the depth that any orifice could be penetrated.

That was the day I let you into my heart.

 

[MartinAsante]

I will shake the haters off...I will not be deterred. This is a poem I wrote back in 2000 for a friend of mine who wanted to give his girl something special. I always wondered what happened to Max.

Pray to God you can cope
I stand outside
This woman's work
This woman's world
Oooh, it's hard on the man
Now his part is over
Now starts the craft of the father
I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you have a lot of strength left
I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you have a lot of strength left
I should be crying but I just can't let it show
I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking
All the things I should've said that I never said
All the things we should of done that we never did
All the things I should've given but I didn't
Oh darling make it go
Make it go away
Give me them back to me
Give that little kiss
Give me your hand
I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you have a little strength left
I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you have a little strength left
I should be crying but I just can't let it show
I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking
Of all the things we should've said that were never said
All the things we should've done that we never did
All the things that you needed from me
All the things that that you wanted from me
All the things I should of given but I didn't
Oh darling make it go away
Just make it go away now.

I told him if he moaned and whined a little at the beginning, she would love it.

 

[Izayoi]

This was something I wrote about my ex. .



Untitled
I remember the first time they played our song,

I was looking at you,

You had your eyes on me,

And I was thinking …. I was wondering how it would be to dance with you. . . to step with you.



You grabbed me,

And when you touched me I knew we were connected. . .

You were smooth…

As I grinded against you…

As I let you feel all the things that you had never felt before…

As we…. Caressed each other on the dance floor…



When I think about it…

I can remember us being there..

I can't recall any other faces,

While that song was playing,

It was just me and you,

Gliding and with not a centimeter between us…

We were smooth….



I remember how you leaned close to me… and slowly whispered the words to the song,

I mean…. Damn…. Who knew that "Unpredictable" by Jamie Foxx could be so seductive….

We danced . …until my stilettos punched my toes.. ..

Until we were sweaty….



And I remember how you glistened.. .. how you glowed…

And it reminded me of how you always said that you had the LIGHT inside of you..



That was definitely the day. .. . I let you deep inside,

Further than I ever let any man,

Beyond the depth that any orifice could be penetrated.

That was the day I let you into my heart.

Beautiful Chi-cutie. You never forget that day do you?

 

[Izayoi]

Did you write this specifically for Kate Bush way back when? She sung the hell out of it no doubt. Maxwell's live version is incredible.I'm not too proud to say that this reminds me of my father. Christmas is particularly difficult without him

I was going to post this yesterday. I see I shall need my aluminum foil hat after all, damn hackers!

....
All the things we should've done that we never did
All the things that you needed from me
All the things that that you wanted from me
All the things I should of given but I didn't
Oh darling make it go away
Just make it go away now.

 

[Chicutie]

Beautiful Chi-cutie. You never forget that day do you?

Thank you!! And no . . I'll never forget it

 

[Bushmon]

Aiight lets step it up a knotch. "EROTICA" No not nasty but creatively WET. After all this is a porn board.

Midnight Hour

Our bodies tremble screams for release,
Not yet boo continue the feast.

Then we began the promise was made,
Journey to a new world as we laid.

Feel me mamma as I feel you,
Tender kisses the whole night through.

Hmm sweet lady feel my body move,
Luscious wet passion's grove.

As I withdraw to taste some more,
Fuck the bed now’s the floor.

Excuse me play times over,
Allow those sweet lips face to cover.

You spoke before of oral satisfaction,
Now baby experience this tongue action.

Ahh the ripe taste of your blossomed flower,
Yes my love it is the midnight hour.


Bushmon
©
2000​

 

[onyxfemme]

A poem as sensual and beautiful and elegant and erotic as the author herself...

alright dammit! I'll put something down...

(I'm funny about posting my work online without any copyrights lined up but fuck it, this is from the private stash)

One lover with particularly beautiful skin inspired this one:

She asked if
I mind
a little more
caramel sundae
to shower
with dripping drops
of wet hot water
running down
in pleasing streaks
two baptized freaks
drying each other
with erotic heat
leaving wetness
in between soft sheets
casting screams against walls
like shadows that speak
until the candle flickers
into smoky streams
floating on wet dreams
like coffee layered with cream
swallowed
by climactic darkness

I was waiting for you to post....I love this

 

[Izayoi]

Aiight lets step it up a knotch. "EROTICA" No not nasty but creatively WET. After all this is a porn board.

Excuse me play times over,
Allow those sweet lips face to cover.

You spoke before of oral satisfaction,
Now baby experience this tongue action.

Ahh the ripe taste of your blossomed flower,
Yes my love it is the midnight hour.

Bushmon
©
2000[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][/I][/CENTER]

Thanks Bushmon for keeping the ladies wet in here.

On that note

I Love You in Me (an excerpt) by Prince

She took off her dress and I took a peek
While thunderstorm played hide 'n' seek
I begged for a kiss, she gave me seven
Our lips touched and it feels like heaven

Everything I want is what she does to me
She don't blush cuz she's so damn free
When she's makin' love, it's like surgery
And she says - Ooh, I love you in me

I promise myself not to come until she does
Then she took both hands and a liar I was
No man in this world could ever hope to last
When my baby downshifts and starts pumpin' fast

Our bodies sink in a pool of sweat
It's the kinda love that you never forget
With you honey, I'm the richest in the world
I don't need money cuz you're my girl

Everything I want is what you do to me
You don't blush cuz your so damn free
When you're makin' love, it's like surgery
And you say - Ooh, I love you in me

 

[Cleopatra_J]

First Kiss by me...

Non-regulation heart beat tilts my mind sideways. Porch light highways.
Strain to maintain the focus of the night.
I take flight. Clouds whispering in my ears...seductive sirens.
Light talk and a frightened walk.
The destination hushes the insects. They pretend to sleep for the unique moment to settle down and nestle through the leaves.
Street shuffles. Hand sweats pet and drip drop into each palm pit stop.
She leans. Archs like sheet bamboo.
Her mouth flutters petals against mine. A chime of spittle snap.
Mmmmm...
Tongues turn and twist enlisting paths to lust.
Hands travel through flesh stations, testing the heart engines with new oil...new fuels and new rules.
Red cheek glee we see. See so much.
Fresh from the squeeze the angel drifts from my grip for another sunrise to smile at.

I'm diggin this... your rhyme scheme, the way the momentum picks up in certain places...

 

[Cleopatra_J]

This a poem I like. It's by Haki Madhubuti.

Rainforest

you are forest rain
dense with life green colors
forever pulling the blue of life into you
see you and walk and
I would like to burst rainwater into you
swim in & out of you
opening you like anxios earthquakes
uncontrollable but beautiful & dangerous

get with this woman come
fire froze beauty
men cannot sleep around you
your presence demands attention
demands notice
demands touch & motion & communication

you are runner
swift like warm wind hurricanes
fast like stolen firebirds
& you disrupt the silence in me
make me speak memories long forgotten & unshared
secrets utter in strange storms
deep full sounds reserved for magical,
magical lovers

listen runner
i have shared pain with you
i have commented on future worlds to you
i have let you touch the weak & strong of me
i have tasted the tip of your ripeness &
kissed sweat from your middle
i have bit into your mouth &
sucked lifeforces from yr insides and
i know you. understand you.
i have shared books & travel & music & growth with you
sweet knows honey and i know you
under salted water tides
& running against polluted earth
I've tried to be good to you woman
tried to care beyond words
care beyond distant spaces
sensitive phases & quiet lies
care
beyond cruel music & false images

you are original high & dream maker
& true men do not try to limit you.

listen woman black
i do no wish to dominate your dreams
or obstruct your vision
trust my motion feel
know that I am near and with you
& will cut the cold of winter winds to reach you
you
are delicate bronze
in spring-summers and special autumns
you are forest rain
dark & runner & hurricane-black
frequently
i saw frequently i bring you
midnight rain

 

[11_BRAVO]

If Beautiful Had A Face
It Would Be You I’d See
A Vision Of Utter Perfection
Defined Under You In The Dictionary

If Beautiful Had A Face
Your Name Would Come Up Again
It Would Start With Your Pretty Brown Eyes
And Your Almond Covered Skin

Your Lips Would Be The Accent
To The Masterpiece On The Wall
And Your Smile Would Make Me Stare
In Silence Your Name I’d Call

Life Would Be Jealous
And Death Would Turn In Its Grave
Because It’s Your Face That Sexiness Wants
And The One That Beautiful Craves

Graceful Is Your Every Move
And Your Touch Is One Of A Kind
I’m So Lucky To Call You Beautiful
I’m So Lucky That You’re Mine…..

 

[The Magnificent Butcher]

I had to go waaaaay back for poetry I wrote on love...

Those lips part, silky darts of tongue flashes caress my own.
She tastes ecstatic. Strumming her pleasure with every tease and flick.
Her neck demands respect and I attentively nuzzle sending buzzes up her spine.
She cries pleasured silences.
Such words even arousal can't make out.
My tongue waterfalls down...deep down.
Past clothing barriers that were once there sharing her warmth.
Now I touch her breast.
It loves my breath.
My hot exhaled resin hangs delicately on her nipples, tipping her scales.
Her skin dotted with moist dew.
I puddle my saliva in her belly button uttering "My baby".
Her body tightens as I lighten my touch, her feeling's a must.
My head hovers betwen her supple thighs, my mind cupping her eyes.
She knows.
The moment knows and slips delicately into stasis.
I see her red face begging me to taste.
But wait.
"I love you honey".
I taste the flower's nectar.
So perfect.
Untainted.
Straining my finger tips down her agile hips to welcome gyrates.
Her mindstate so primate in passion.
I tongue her inner being, taking my time.
Tasting sublime.
We hold hands knowing this love lasts beyond all boundaries.
I sponge her wetness with a welcoming facial embrace.
She feels it deep...oh so deep.
Her face warm, hate is gone.
All worries pass as I nuzzle and clasp.
Her flesh, her lips. The deepest bud.
Blood rushes to her groin, bringing me moist directions.
Mer now moist complexion.
Orgasmic tension.
Mmmm, she rubs my hair knowing she loves it there.
Her lower lips grip my knowing flicks.
Heat rising, pulsating through her body.
I smooth her lobby with slick rhythmic grinds.
The throbbing heat encompassing her circumfrance.
She's numb and love struck.
As am I.
Groaning, my throat sings the simplest love song in her loved part.
Arching, she collapses.
She sleeps to my chest panting.
Pleasured, we meet in the dream world.

 

[Chicutie]

If Beautiful Had A Face
It Would Be You I’d See
A Vision Of Utter Perfection
Defined Under You In The Dictionary

If Beautiful Had A Face
Your Name Would Come Up Again
It Would Start With Your Pretty Brown Eyes
And Your Almond Covered Skin

Your Lips Would Be The Accent
To The Masterpiece On The Wall
And Your Smile Would Make Me Stare
In Silence Your Name I’d Call

Life Would Be Jealous
And Death Would Turn In Its Grave
Because It’s Your Face That Sexiness Wants
And The One That Beautiful Craves

Graceful Is Your Every Move
And Your Touch Is One Of A Kind
I’m So Lucky To Call You Beautiful
I’m So Lucky That You’re Mine…..

Awww that was cute

 

[Bushmon]

First Kiss by me...


Fresh from the squeeze the angel drifts from my grip for another sunrise to smile at.

Your not a Butcher you are a "Magnificent artist."

I will shake the haters off...I will not be deterred. This is a poem I wrote back in 2000 for a friend of mine who wanted to give his girl something special. I always wondered what happened to Max.

Some times quality is much better than quantity. He killed it back then I guess he is just kicking back enjoying the fruit.

Thanks Bushmon for keeping the ladies wet in here.

On that note

I Love You in Me (an excerpt) by Prince

Everything I want is what she does to me
She don't blush cuz she's so damn free
When she's makin' love, it's like surgery
And she says - Ooh, I love you in me

I promise myself not to come until she does
Then she took both hands and a liar I was
No man in this world could ever hope to last
When my baby downshifts and starts pumpin' fast

Aww see thats not fair. You went a drew for the
"LORD of FREAKDOM" "You sexy matha f*k........."

If Beautiful Had A Face
It Would Be You I’d See
Graceful Is Your Every Move
And Your Touch Is One Of A Kind
I’m So Lucky To Call You Beautiful
I’m So Lucky That You’re Mine…..

This is a spectacular tribute. I hope whomever inspired this truly appreciated the work.

I had to go waaaaay back for poetry I wrote on love...

I sponge her wetness with a welcoming facial embrace.
She feels it deep...oh so deep.

Blood rushes to her groin, bringing me moist directions.
Mer now moist complexion.
Orgasmic tension.

I smooth her lobby with slick rhythmic grinds.
The throbbing heat encompassing her circumfrance.
She's numb and love struck.
As am I.

So tell me Magnificent Butcher, is this how you tenderize all your meat?
Nice work.

 

[water]

400 years of Strength

Some only see 400 years of pain
Shaping you into what they don't want
While lying next to you
On our culture's death bed

Pointing out your scars
From a battle won
Forgetting the victory
Forgetting the songs you sang
To help us pass the time
From our sunrise to sunset toil

Forgetting the way you made us feel like men
Even though we had nothing to give
Forgetting the first lessons of sacrifice
You sometimes paid for with your bodies
On cold plantation nights


I see 400 years of strength
How can I hate you
When my daughter will become you
Mother of the Earth

You were all we had
We were all you had
When times were hard


For we were your sons
You were our daughters
Worthy to love in hard times
Worthy to love in good times


Attend to your higher calling
Your essence is sweet
You who nurtured mankind
Where the Nile and the oceans meet


Kayanation@2007

 

[Izayoi]

This a poem I like.

get with this woman come
fire froze beauty
men cannot sleep around you
your presence demands attention
demands notice
demands touch & motion & communication

...
listen runner
i have shared pain with you
i have commented on future worlds to you
i have let you touch the weak & strong of me
i have tasted the tip of your ripeness &
kissed sweat from your middle
i have bit into your mouth &
sucked lifeforces from yr insides and
i know you.

That's a fantastic selection Cle-J! As lush the rainforest imagery.

If Beautiful Had A Face

...
Life Would Be Jealous
And Death Would Turn In Its Grave
Because It’s Your Face That Sexiness Wants
And The One That Beautiful Craves

Graceful Is Your Every Move
And Your Touch Is One Of A Kind
I’m So Lucky To Call You Beautiful
I’m So Lucky That You’re Mine…..

Love!

I had to go waaaaay back for poetry I wrote on love...

Those lips part, silky darts of tongue flashes caress my own.
She tastes ecstatic. Strumming her pleasure with every tease and flick.
Her neck demands respect and I attentively nuzzle sending buzzes up her spine.
She cries pleasured silences.
Such words even arousal can't make out.
My tongue waterfalls down...deep down.
Past clothing barriers that were once there sharing her warmth.
Now I touch her breast.
It loves my breath.
My hot exhaled resin hangs delicately on her nipples, tipping her scales.
Her skin dotted with moist dew.
I puddle my saliva in her belly button uttering "My baby".
Her body tightens as I lighten my touch, her feeling's a must.
My head hovers betwen her supple thighs, my mind cupping her eyes.
She knows.
The moment knows and slips delicately into stasis.
I see her red face begging me to taste.
But wait.
"I love you honey".
I taste the flower's nectar.
So perfect.
Untainted.
Straining my finger tips down her agile hips to welcome gyrates.
Her mindstate so primate in passion.
I tongue her inner being, taking my time.
Tasting sublime.
We hold hands knowing this love lasts beyond all boundaries.
I sponge her wetness with a welcoming facial embrace.
She feels it deep...oh so deep.
Her face warm, hate is gone.
All worries pass as I nuzzle and clasp.
Her flesh, her lips. The deepest bud.
Blood rushes to her groin, bringing me moist directions.
Mer now moist complexion.
Orgasmic tension.
Mmmm, she rubs my hair knowing she loves it there.
Her lower lips grip my knowing flicks.
Heat rising, pulsating through her body.
I smooth her lobby with slick rhythmic grinds.
The throbbing heat encompassing her circumfrance.
She's numb and love struck.
As am I.
Groaning, my throat sings the simplest love song in her loved part.
Arching, she collapses.
She sleeps to my chest panting.
Pleasured, we meet in the dream world.

That was masterful beyond any words I can use to describe it Mag. Unbelievable.

 

[Izayoi]

Aww see thats not fair. You went a drew for the
"LORD of FREAKDOM" "You sexy matha f*k........."

Hey it doesn't get more erotic than Prince. I enjoyed yours more

400 years of Strength

Some only see 400 years of pain
Shaping you into what they don't want
While lying next to you
On our culture's death bed

Pointing out your scars
From a battle won
Forgetting the victory
Forgetting the songs you sang
To help us pass the time
From our sunrise to sunset toil

Forgetting the way you made us feel like men
Even though we had nothing to give
Forgetting the first lessons of sacrifice
You sometimes paid for with your bodies
On cold plantation nights


I see 400 years of strength
How can I hate you
When my daughter will become you
Mother of the Earth

You were all we had
We were all you had
When times were hard


For we were your sons
You were our daughters
Worthy to love in hard times
Worthy to love in good times


Attend to your higher calling
Your essence is sweet
You who nurtured mankind
Where the Nile and the oceans meet


Kayanation@2007

^^^^Now that's real love. Thank you brother Kaya for blessing us with a post.

 

[Izayoi]

For Lover's Only by Maxwell (abbreviated)


This ain't for the ones
That just love for fun
That just love and run
That just hold the gun
This is for
Those that bleed
That want but have no need
This ain't for the war
This is only

For Lovers only
Lovers only
Strictly for the lovers only
Who are lost and lonely

Ever since the way you looked at me
Love is not a want
Love is now a need
This is if you want to hold me
Or for lovers only

Not for the easy
This ain't bout that style
Its about a take it day by day
Its about a wait that's worth it baby

Ever since the day you look at me
Love is not a want
Love is now a need
Not just 'cause i got nobody
This is only

For Lovers only
Strictly for the lovers only
Who are lost and lonely

 

[water]

Hey it doesn't get more erotic than Prince. I enjoyed yours more



^^^^Now that's real love. Thank you brother Kaya for blessing us with a post.

Thanks babes..........

 

[Bushmon]

It would seem that this thread is losing momentum or is it people are too busy looking at ass? Anyway here is one for those who are not afraid to commit.......

Start to Finish
Started as a smile life time ago,
Awkward glances affection grow.

Needed touch evolved sweet caress,
Midnight motions exploring your wilderness.

Sweet crimson earth moist appealing,
Warm terra fertile seeding.

So will you commit to the harvest moon,
Reap sustenance winter commeth soon.


Bushmon
©2004​

 

[Izayoi]

It would seem that this thread is losing momentum or is it people are too busy looking at ass? Anyway here is one for those who are not afraid to commit.......

Start to Finish
Started as a smile life time ago,
Awkward glances affection grow.

Needed touch evolved sweet caress,
Midnight motions exploring your wilderness.

Sweet crimson earth moist appealing,
Warm terra fertile seeding.

So will you commit to the harvest moon,
Reap sustenance winter commeth soon.


Bushmon
©2004​

You say the most with the least Bush, how do you do that- just skills I

Don't worry about the thread. I think folks may be a little intimidated by all this hot stuff in here. I'm keeping it alive one way or the other. We have to keep the love alive, right ?

 

[The Magnificent Butcher]

Sorry mine are so long...

Drama queens are always told to “stop being” but, well, at least they’re queens of something, right?
And what stirs up gut feelings and heart thumping protest quite like a quick squirt of salty drama to the eyes?
I cracked my crown years ago bashing my head against the cold, stone walls, trying to decide what to be, who to be, when to be it and whether my boots were getting tighter with each desire I conspired to track down.
Whether you have an ace in the hole or you’re a Siamese hole, conjoined with an Ass you still need to get somewhere. And that somewhere is plain without you.
Call it a “power trip”. Put your best foot forward and follow it with the close second. Now double pace and race against time because time is a fickle bitch.
She permits according to her and just when you think she’s right where you want her to be and everything is contained within her ample frame she slips through your fingers lingering long enough for you to throw a palm against your forehead.
On your marks.
Get settled down with comfort. But get set. It’s always important to get set.
I’d rather jet set my way through the highways to the fanfare-sounding place at the top.
But it’s not for me. I stop and, “Aaaaaaah, freak out!” grooving to the beat of my destiny. What’s meant for me? My flight path’s never heard of “majestically”.
But forget about me.
There’s no “I” in “you” but you and I must utilize and use the skies as a limit.
You need to make others see you as someone to lean on and that you won’t crumble into selfish upset when met with the woes of friends.
It’s a lonesome ledge on the outside looking in so step through the window of opportunity where sunlight glistens on her lipstick and makes her spittle brittle with energy.
You need to feel the tension in a kiss when after it’s ending you miss the sensual gist you have.
“Yeah…yeah. I’ve got it. I’m on topic. Love, life and me need to be in freedom glee so we can breathe and breed. A tree from seeds. Blossoming in the afterglow of having what we once pointed at and thought, “Wow, they’re perfect together”.
Once it’s yours, what else is there? The rain feels like hot silk sheets and if you step on a crack it mends your mother’s back.
Welcome to the after-party where the drinks are on you.

 

[AristotlesOwn]

I had to go waaaaay back for poetry I wrote on love...

Those lips part, silky darts of tongue flashes caress my own.
She tastes ecstatic. Strumming her pleasure with every tease and flick.
Her neck demands respect and I attentively nuzzle sending buzzes up her spine.
She cries pleasured silences.
Such words even arousal can't make out.
My tongue waterfalls down...deep down.
Past clothing barriers that were once there sharing her warmth.
Now I touch her breast.
It loves my breath.
My hot exhaled resin hangs delicately on her nipples, tipping her scales.
Her skin dotted with moist dew.
I puddle my saliva in her belly button uttering "My baby".
Her body tightens as I lighten my touch, her feeling's a must.
My head hovers betwen her supple thighs, my mind cupping her eyes.
She knows.
The moment knows and slips delicately into stasis.
I see her red face begging me to taste.
But wait.
"I love you honey".
I taste the flower's nectar.
So perfect.
Untainted.
Straining my finger tips down her agile hips to welcome gyrates.
Her mindstate so primate in passion.
I tongue her inner being, taking my time.
Tasting sublime.
We hold hands knowing this love lasts beyond all boundaries.
I sponge her wetness with a welcoming facial embrace.
She feels it deep...oh so deep.
Her face warm, hate is gone.
All worries pass as I nuzzle and clasp.
Her flesh, her lips. The deepest bud.
Blood rushes to her groin, bringing me moist directions.
Mer now moist complexion.
Orgasmic tension.
Mmmm, she rubs my hair knowing she loves it there.
Her lower lips grip my knowing flicks.
Heat rising, pulsating through her body.
I smooth her lobby with slick rhythmic grinds.
The throbbing heat encompassing her circumfrance.
She's numb and love struck.
As am I.
Groaning, my throat sings the simplest love song in her loved part.
Arching, she collapses.
She sleeps to my chest panting.
Pleasured, we meet in the dream world.

^^^ This is a great piece of prose

 

[The Magnificent Butcher]

Daddy Mouse

His father left in the night.
Bag packed he entered his son’s room and centered a soft kiss on the adored forehead.
His son of six loved a kiss and a hug. But it’s such a bitch that he should not wake him.
He sat there, wrapped up in this family’s fracture.
The cheating dad. Mother, seething, mad.
Stroked his cherub’s hair and a gift he did bear.
A mouse.
In a cage.
With a wheel.
Thoughtless in these scattered months. Such a lack of love.
And father left, in the hard and wet coldness.
The boy awoke to bacon smoke. A child’s day; packed with adventure.
Not to mention.
The squeak and a scratch.
A mouse!!
And he ran.
Ran to tell his father not to bother with that puppy.
“Mummy!!”
And he was only six. He didn’t understand.
She paused for thought. How he could he understand divorce?
A decade-less brain refraining from tears.
Dad was a mouse.
Whiskers, fur and cheese.
Daddy liked cheese and big wheels.
And the boy, day by day, played and played with his dad.
He missed the hugs, the love and kisses.
And his dad didn’t answer questions anymore about Skeletor, He-Man and Ghostbusters.
But most others didn’t have a mouse-dad!
The seventh year came and on his birthday his words came in question form.
“Daddy it’s so cool! Spend today with me in school!”
He took the squeak as an acceptance but didn’t mention his special day to his mummy.
Filled his tummy with breakfast and slipped daddy in his pocket.
What’s a plan for a disaster if it’s not a lad with a hamster or mouse or lizard in school?
Disaster came in a new wave.
He got sums right and his teacher? It pleased her.
So at lunch time he reached into the dark and grabbed the furred spine.
“Look Miss. It’s my daddy. My daddy’s a mouse!”
The boy explained as best he could like his teacher ever could believe the claims.
She seemed to fade. Tear ducts flooded a classroom in front of a child and his dad.
See when his father left that house, in the night, he ran out.
To the cat that had with the grin knowing she’d caught the mouse.
She didn’t purr today.
She blurted and broken down confusing the boy but never losing his coy way.
And he left.
Teacher weeping with seeping heart bleeds, broken with revelation.
Sad with doubt. He still hadn’t found it out.
That seven year old and his daddy mouse.

 

[DaleMabry]

My contribution for the day--a Scriptural classic...(even though I dont get down with Pauline Christianity too tough...) I've used this one to try and save a relationship or two LOL

1 Corinthians 13:1-13

If I speak in the tongues of men and angels,
but have not love,
I have become sounding brass or a tinkling symbol.

And if I have prophecy and know all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have all faith so as to remove mountains,
but have not love, I am nothing.

And if I dole out all my goods, and
if I deliver my body that I may boast
but have not love, nothing I am profited.

Love is long suffering,
love is kind,
it is not jealous,
love does not boast,
it is not inflated.

It is not discourteous,
it is not selfish,
it is not irritable,
it does not enumerate the evil.
It does not rejoice over the wrong, but rejoices in the truth

It covers all things,
it has faith for all things,
it hopes in all things,
it endures in all things.

Love never falls in ruins;
but whether prophecies, they will be abolished; or
tongues, they will cease; or
knowledge, it will be superseded.

For we know in part and we prophecy in part.

But when the perfect comes, the imperfect will be superseded.

When I was an infant,
I spoke as an infant,
I reckoned as an infant;

when I became [an adult],
I abolished the things of the infant.

For now we see through a mirror in an enigma, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know as also I was fully known.

But now remains
faith, hope, love,

these three;

but the greatest of these is love.

As for other stuff I spotted in the thread and dug...

There's so much great work in here I don't know where to start My head is ringing right now.

My selection of the day:

SPILLING by Trudhi Paraha

Tongue his moan
cherry dew drop slop and merry sluice
We sex
and spilling (this is thrilling)
stars all through the bed
a nectar laden petal spread
now he fingers
(cunning) lingers...

VERY much my style... digging that a lot!

I’m not ashamed….

To touch - yet not - feel
To dream - yet not - real

To die - yet not - live
To take - yet not - give

...

Bushmon
©2007​

Another powerful contribution from a talented BGOL/SOL member who wishes to remain anonymous.

Anon
...
cause right now is the time of the book of revelations.

in this day and age
seems like people just don't know how to behave no more.
everyone on the vibe of war
an invisible whore
BANGING at your door
slippin chips to flip the script
and have you running to the store for more
viagra.
having cocks coming like niagra falls
problem is most men don't seem to have the balls
to hold up their responsibilities when their father duties call.

...

Again, excellent--but the last two seemed to be about bigger themes than love or lust? Good work regardless...

Respect to every one posting HEAT in this thread. All I can say is "MORE FIYAH"..........

“As One”
...
As one we evolved free of illusion’s veil,
Ahead life…. commitments trail.
Life’s path the awaiting task,
Deceived were we temptations mask.

As one we failed the trials of time,
Once sweet nectar… aged bitter wine.
Westbound awaits the setting sun,
Pass the day As one……

Bushmon
©2001​

You hit your stride at the end man...great stuff, again.

First Kiss by me...

Non-regulation heart beat tilts my mind sideways. Porch light highways.
Strain to maintain the focus of the night.
I take flight. Clouds whispering in my ears...seductive sirens.
Light talk and a frightened walk.
The destination hushes the insects. They pretend to sleep for the unique moment to settle down and nestle through the leaves...

Man this is super-duper raw. One of my favs so far.

This a poem I like. It's by Haki Madhubuti.

Rainforest

you are forest rain
dense with life green colors
forever pulling the blue of life into you
see you and walk and
I would like to burst rainwater into you
swim in & out of you
opening you like anxios earthquakes
uncontrollable but beautiful & dangerous...

Haki! You have great taste in poetry...

...

She cries pleasured silences.
Such words even arousal can't make out.
My tongue waterfalls down...deep down.
Past clothing barriers that were once there sharing her warmth.
Now I touch her breast.
It loves my breath.
My hot exhaled resin hangs delicately on her nipples, tipping her scales.
Her skin dotted with moist dew....

Wow! I feel like I was reading Penthouse Poetic Variations! LOL

 

[The Magnificent Butcher]

Thanks Dale and Aristotle.

 

[MartinAsante]

Love destined by fate
Shakespearian tragedy
Romeo must die

 

[World B Free]

LOVE 2.0

Love ain't nuttin
but a quarter and dime, I
find her to be
my sweet sweat lover/undercover
wedded to the trees
we be on our knees giving
oral oscillations, one by one
we cli-
max our credit cards, searching to american ex-
press our bodies, black swollen with
leathered sweet sweat churning butter,
I'll suck your udder swinging to and fro,
diving into your pubic fro, tick tock you don't stop
clit tock you don't stop lickin' till you cli-
max our credit cards, searching to american ex-
press your lips on my head, take me higher than
our credit limit, take me dammit
to the bank, give me all that stank
wait the money shot...give all you got, watch me erupt
as your account is bankrupt, cum drippin stains
dried on your zero balance
as I dance with fat pockets to my next
romance....

 

[Bushmon]

Daddy Mouse

Teacher weeping with seeping heart bleeds, broken with revelation.
Sad with doubt. He still hadn’t found it out.
That seven year old and his daddy mouse.

I feel this one on many levels. Thanks for sharing. Don't worry about your peices being too long just let it flow.

My contribution for the day--a Scriptural classic...(even though I dont get down with Pauline Christianity too tough...) I've used this one to try and save a relationship or two LOL

Dale thanks for the contribution and the feedback. Some versions of the Bible interchange the word love with charity. I guess one cannot exist without the other.

LOVE 2.0

...give all you got, watch me erupt
as your account is bankrupt, cum drippin stains
dried on your zero balance
as I dance with fat pockets to my next
romance....

Damm!!!! This was a creative, symbolic, hot piece of work. Nice

You say the most with the least Bush, how do you do that- just skills I

I'm keeping it alive one way or the other. We have to keep the love alive, right ?

Izayoi thank you for the dedication. I will surely do my part to keep this going. As for my work - I mix it concentrated so it can dillute in your mind.

 

[Bushmon]

"About Love".....
Aiight lets speak about a father's love for his child. Excess amount of respect to the real men who actively participate in the nourishment of there seed. Real Talk - Sistas you need to appreciate these brothas more. End Sermon……………..

I offer an apology,
For demons of my kind,
Feasters of flesh discarders of mind.

I offer an apology,
For traitors to the womb,
Once nourished feminine entomb.

I offer an apology,
For false oath sworn,
Absent…. seed is born.

I offer an apology,
For the honor our queen,
Loyal warriors remain unseen.


Bushmon
©
2000​