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

Music

http://ia700204.us.archive.org/6/items/AnthonyHamilton--ITried/AnthonyHamilton--ITried.mp3

http://ia600202.us.archive.org/10/items/J.ColeFt.Drake-InTheMorning/J.ColeFt.Drake-InTheMorning.mp3

http://ia700502.us.archive.org/31/items/SummersHeat/Heat.mp3

http://ia700500.us.archive.org/2/items/CarlThomas--SummerRain/CarlThomas--SummerRain.mp3

http://ia600508.us.archive.org/2/items/VBornAgainFeaturingJillScott/08_Born_Again.mp3

http://ia700502.us.archive.org/12/items/AnthonyHamilton--TheyDontKnow/AnthonyHamilton--TheyDontKnow.mp3

Exposed! by "Ya-Ya"

See...me

Litte ole me

Not the me that stands on stage

glove on one hand

raised eyebrow

spitting "fuck you's" to the blind or middle fingers to the deaf of my past

See...me

India!

Yaya gives my true thoughts a voice

so this quiet, timid bullshit has no choice

I am exposed!

Now...

bleeding out the hurt and pain

salivating my desires and fantasies

Can you see me?

Look hard!

Past my glasses, beyond my fat ass

Stare...

Look into my eyes

For...everything

Fire, desire, pain, anger, my fears, my regrets

DO IT NOW!

While I'm exposed...

I have a tendancy to close up

hide from the world

friends have no idea what lurks in my spirit

family don't care

interested male-parties, only want to know what sounds I make when I'm fucking

Are you paying attention?

Watch me!

I just set fire to that little bush of regret hanging over my head like mistletoe

Fuck You, I don't regret shit, I live, I learn, I love

So...

Stare hard...Listen close...and understand me...deeply

because...

I have just exposed...me

~Yaya

She Asked

She... Asked me for a poem

Needed me to play the strings of her heart with lyrical thought 
And expose a passion that she desired
To spark her internal fire

Placed a pen and pad in my hand
And ordered me to devise a plan to make her
Cum ... To ... Me

She asked...

And my tongue got a little twisted
With a need to explore her waist line
Had a desire to penetrate her thoughts with my mind
By design
Cause I didn't want to miss my mark

She asked me...

To replace a period of neglect
Focus my desires on her neck
And caress the nerves of her soul with a flicker of my tongue
To take control of her physique
Without force, a verbal degree
Curl her toes without using my hands
And make her knees buckle when she tries to stand

She asked me to...

And I couldn't let her down
Without me going down first
Encouraged her hands to explore places that desired to be touched
By me
Or her, since she can do it better than me
Just let me see...

Thighs quiver, no need for celibacy
Just a desire to feel me inside of her
Throbbing with energy
Pulsating our synergy
Feelings of you and me
Alone

In your mind

As I whisper a poem into your ear

Her Name Is Sweet

Her name is sweet...

Infatuated by her physique
She stays out of my reach
But even now, she sparks my interest...

Although she never knew
Stepped into my life for an hour or two
And made love to my deepest, darkest thoughts...

Didn't know cause I didn't show it
But her body called...
Told me to "embrace every moment"

Wanted to touch those words with the wetness of my lips
Introduce my hands to her gorgeous hips
And trace the shape of her physique with my own...

But my thoughts, they never came to fruition
Even though her body still draws my attention
I can only remember what never will come to be...

Her name is ...

Sweet to me

Rolls of my tongue like synergy
Concerned about her history
And deep inside I hope that she
Is just as beautiful inside as the name she bares.
Hope my words aren't out of line
Just want her to know, to me, she's fine
And her potential will always continue to grow

In my mind

Her. Name. Is...

Beauty and power
Passion and pain
Lover and friend
And every thing between
Hope she's never concerned about who she chooses to be
Keep her mind and her body eternally free
And remain Sweet...
As only she can be