The Best of Me

Her beauty has gotten the best of me

Her eyes flash memories of her and me twisted in erotic passions
Although we haven't had them...
Yet...

She sat in class
With her ass wrapped in tight fabric
She's what the kids describe as "crew thick"
And all I wanted to do was lick her
From head to toe...

And I don't think she knows
Or even recognizes the things I could do for her...
Release her inner energy as I try to get through to her mind...
Body and soul

I want all of her

Wrapped up in a moment of mental ejaculations that won't seem to leave me alone
When all I want to be is alone

She...

Strokes my bone
Her hands caress my soul

My lips surround her clitoris while my tongue tells her my secrets
And she gets wet
Thighs squeezed together tightly wondering how good I could make her feel

Inside...

From the side...

Or behind...

However it is she likes to be handled
She visualized my hands under her skirt
Undressing her for all of her worth
Eyes closed tight
She moans when I get it right
And her smile radiates the room like some type of guiding light

She has the best of me
So I have to fuck her...

With my words

A Beautiful Site

Circles

Brown on top of brown
Or pink on top of a succulent mound of pleasure

Firm and radiant
Yet soft and succulent

Light or dark...

Large or small...

Easily aroused...

Sensitive to touch...

I wonder...

How beautiful her breast are.

The Return

It has been a long time... I've been working on publishing poetry books and photography and stepped away from the blogosphere for a while but I will be posting again. In the meanwhile, check out and order book 1: Speechless Poetry and Art

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And I look forward to enlightening your minds once again.

Speechless ©2012

Since the beginning

I wish you could hear her speak...


Like a musical instrument or the sound of symphonies
Her direction, like a great composer
Influencing my thoughts and actions
Her words generate creativity in me and others who are blessed to come in contact with her melodies and harmonies


Her voice follows me...


Telling me where and how to place my hands
And exactly how she needs me to stand
Im forced to obey her every command as she recites her own body into existence...


Her voice is persistent...


Claiming no style or particular way
To teach her style of verbal foreplay
She just arouses me


This she that I envision when she speaks
Claims it to be some alter ego but to me
It's all her...


She's exactly who I need her to be
When I need her to be
She releases herself from my tongue like a foreign language
I guess that means she got me speaking in tongues
But I don't need to understand I'm just here to transcribe the words that I hear when she's near
Allow her to breathe life into my hands
And place beats on my pad
And when she's done,
She calls it what she intended it to be


Spoken rhythms and beats
Sex, love and fantasy
No matter what the decree
It's all just beautiful to me
For she is poetry...


And I've been in love with her since the beginning of forever