Still a poet

I am a poet.
Put inflection in my voice
To give direction to my thoughts
An admirer of pleasure
Or perhaps just a thrill seeker
Having a mic in my hand
Is like putting a dick in urs...

Put that last line on pause
Cause rather male or female
We all know what is needed...
Spit...
Moan and release it
Let it develop like a fetus
And then ...
Don't
Touch
Me...
Sit back and listen
To the response that is given
That silence...
Misunderstood like it's science
But it -
Defines the person that stands before u now.
See, I am a poet
Just like talaam acey
I vocalize thoughts that I see
Comparing life to your tits
Lyrical frequencies to your clit
You see
This me that I be
Can be described and contained in a simple word
Poet
Bust words on the mic and then leave
U
Speechless


©KLH 2011

"Sentencing," from The Makings of a Man

One hundred hours of community service, $256, and a felony assault on a female is what it cost me to break the strong hold Lady held on me.  My court appointed lawyer felt like it was a charge that would be simpler for me to accept rather than continue the heartache and drama associated with it all.  

The female judge could have cared less what my side of the story was unless I had a witness.  Ironically, I had a witness on my two previous visits to the courthouse to stand this so called trial.  Babygirl had seen all of the events that transpired and could have allowed me to walk away without any repercussions.  Once again, I allowed my ignorance to play me for a fool and figured Lady would once again choose not to show up and allow the case to be dismissed.  I couldn’t have been more mistaken.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” the judge told me after hearing the fabricated tale of how I pushed Lady down a flight of stairs and threatened her repeatedly at knifepoint.  I could only stare at my lawyer and wonder how long he would allow this onslaught to continue.  It’s a wonder why so many of today’s youth get caught up in the judicial system. 

Women have a tremendously unfair advantage when it comes to issues of assault.  You see, in North Carolina, or most states for that matter, regardless of what truly may have happened, a women need only to say something happened then the burden of proof falls on the man to prove his innocence.  Not a task easily accomplished unless you have a witness, and at this moment in time, with all the hurt, disappointment and anger I felt, I was alone.  I was the angry black man who had attacked the “weaker” sex, at least in the court's eyes.

The true story is ironic in and of itself.  I admit I have always had a bit of a temper since childhood.  But I have always believed and stood by the fact I would never and have never laid a hand on a woman.  I believe it to be an act of cowards and those harboring low self-esteem.  But I admit that I was angry....

(To be continued) 

Obsessed

I imagine ur lips in places I'm sure they've ventured before
And it only makes me want u a little more than before
It's hard to ignore...

This feeling of u
I have an oral fascination that needs to be addressed
One that only ur lips will do to satisfy this request

And yet, here I sit
Life's as hard as it can get
And ur nowhere to be found

This thought is to profound
And I'm feeling overwhelmed
But I can wait...

For ur lips to introduce themselves to my passion
For ur mouth to breathe life into my desire
For ur tongue to stimulate my imaginations

Blow my mind

Take me away from thoughts of regret in this place
Take ur time and enjoy, choose a suitable pace
Dont rush...

Just perfect it
And allow my manhood to become erected

As far as payback...

Well, u reap what u sow
And I speak rather eloquently, in case u didn't know

U won't regret this...
This fetish,
It's reciprocal by nature
And I understand it's not a typical favor
That I ask
But this task...
It simply needs to be done
We'll both enjoy results from this intimate one on one


©KLH 2011

An Untitled Work by LaToya Hill

Sounds of seduction
Sexual erruptions
Bodies tussling between sheets
Moans….
Deep breaths
Soft caress
Gentle kisses between one’s thighs
Eyes closed
Allowing imagination to run free
Complete darkness
No need for illumination
Internal vibrations
Sends body into shock
Pulses quicken
Air thickens
As if lungs are collasping
Gasping…
Positions switch like flashes of lightening
Juices overflow like rivers to dams
“Right there” is shouted
As penetration goes in and out
Drip….
Drop….
Completely dry now
Time to retire
Tomorrow night, another round……

© LaToya Hill

Anticipation

Have u anticipated this moment as I have...
Feel my tongue taste your body and send shock waves through your thighs

And u quiver

Believing your dreams did you no justice...

With all the preparation,
Your mind missed the narration of my own...

This style is unorthodox

Ur not even sure if it's truly real or not
Until my tongue introduces itself to your clit.

"Hello, how are u today?
Stimulated? U don't say..."
U just continue to lie back and let this...
 role
 play

We're all alone...

And your thighs desire my attention...

So my hands grab your ass and my lips journey down ur silky skin...
It truly is a win-win
Situation

Causing ur toes to curl over in anticipation...

What do u expect next?

My fingers massage ur sexy calves
Then ur feet, it makes u laugh
And I pause to admire the joy u feel.

Ur smile begs for me to kiss u
To remind how much I've missed u
So I oblige...

Crawl up across ur body
Close enough for ur nakedness to touch my own
And we both experience chills
As if I just penetrated ur soul...

But not yet

Our lips meet again for the first time...
Parting slowly as my tongue breaches ur mind
And we consume the luscious nectar we create...

From each other

And we both know this kiss could last for hours

And it will...

See, this time is ours
So we refuse to let it slip away
So I slip in...

Or u slide down...

We're on a bed...

Or wait, a couch...

Whatever the scenario u've played out for this time

The music is on
The candles lit
Silhouettes dance across ur tits
And ur juices begin to flow from those inner lips between ur thighs
And I begin to rise
As you lie back slow and close ur eyes...

Eagerly...

Anticipating...

The first stroke
©KLH 2011

Beauty, Personified

Even her toes excite me...

The way they fix themselves over my shoulders so tightly
Let's me know that I'm in it just right...
And on top of that, they're just plain sexy

A perfect compliment to a perfect figure

Yeah, her toes got me ready...

But her calves and her thighs
Have my eyes mesmerized
Or rather hypnotized...

The curve and definition accentuated by her three inch heels
Stopped me in my thoughts

And it was no ones fault but my own...
It was as if she knew my weakness and 
Used it to make my knees weak...

Yeah, her legs are about beauty and class 
But that ass...

Well, lots can be said although many hesitate
Intimidated by the curve, a lot of meal on that plate
And it demands my attention

Perfectly toned, it clinches up just right 
When we're getting it in, doesn't put up a fight
Instead it conforms to the grasp of my hands...
A perfect fit in the overall plan

Yeah, her ass is truly something to behold
But her waist is where I choose to hold her
When we dance...

Has those desired cuts right where they need to be placed
And she fits perfectly within my embrace
It's as if she were designed
With my hands in mind
Because they trace across her waist perfectly...

Intriguing her lustful nature
As well as my own

Yeah. I say it was her waist that led to that first taste
And to the introduction to her breast...
They drew me in I must confess
And it's not a trait I normally address
But hers -- compliment her style...

Enough to generate a smile in my heart...
A true work of art
The way they force ur eyes to focus on her neckline
Strong and poised
Knowing she carries the weight of the world on her shoulders...
Love to be massaged after a long day of work
Or move her hands across them when she playfully flirts
With her smile...

It was her lips...
The receptive pillows of perfection
Which allow the perfect kiss
Difficult to miss the way she runs her tongue across them after ours meet
No matter how discrete...

I enjoy kissing them

Then looking in her eyes shortly after
To see the story she tells
A wealth of knowledge told though her glare
And it's almost impossible for me not to stare
At her beauty...

Personified

From her head...

To her toes
©KLH 2011

Lace

Her lace panties
Trace the place I hope to taste.
They make me jealous...

Weak at the knees with thoughts that please my inner beastly nature...

It's her stature

Her ass highlights the white trim around her waist
And it makes me...

Nervous...

She exudes confidence in her demeanor
And i hope i don't demean her
With the sexual fantasies that plague my mind...

Thoughts of how my fingers will be placed
As I remove the contents held within that lace
And position that ass right before my face...

It's intimidating...

Much sexier than a thong or any other lingerie
And thoughts of her sex continue lingering
In my mind...

Fantasize about lace and three or four inch heels
Draped over my shoulders as I prepare to kneel down in front of her

Picture perfect indeed...

Think of lace in white or red
Or maybe green
The colors are vivid within my dreams and I like to be precise...
So i hope
I hope
Ur wearing lace panties tonight...


©KLH 2011

Next time

It was the arch in her back that grabbed my attention…

The curve in her hips and did I forget to mention

How beautiful she walked…

Hadn't even heard her talk

And new that the physical had me all shook...

Had to gather my composure

Before I approached her

My mind was having second thoughts

And the more I hesitated the further she walked

Away from me…

She checked over her shoulder to see if I was checking her out

Like she knew I was

But she played it cool and reached into her bag like she was looking for her keys...

Knowing good and well she walked to class that day

Or took the bus

Whatever the case I think she secretly hoped I would approach and say hi

So I did, I said hi

Made up some question about the weather

Or where she was headed

Just some stupid line to get her to talk and say,

Hi or hello or I'm single, are you

Just something to start off a conversation

Then the conflict in my mind would begin

Wanting to dance with her body

Trace the curves of those hips

Wonder if my parts would fit her parts

When were alone in the dark

Will the feel of her lips be as soft as they looked

Would the mind match the story captured within the book

Of her body...

I refocused my energy to fight of the fear of rejection

Cause she could just say nothing, that was my hesitation

She stopped looking through the bag not finding what she had searched for

And continued her journey around the next corner

And she was gone…

Out of my life as quickly as she came in

I turn around to head in the direction I'm headin

As I let my love escape me once again…

Til next time...

©KLH 2011

Moral Dilemna

I'm afraid
Afraid that it will happen again
Scared of the day that i'll look into ur eyes
And all I'll say is lies
Just to keep u from despising me

Afraid of the days that u question the ways that I feel about u
I'm petrified...

Because there's a truth that I hide
Yes, deep down inside
There are emotions that search for that one...

Unsure of who she is
Because I know that the truth is she's probably you
Yet I run...

Don't want to ruin this feeling we've caused...
Yet, inside my core I'm so lost...

Can't control my emotions...
Confuse lust with love...
And it constantly causes me to hesitate...
I wait

Because of fear...
Scared that I'll hurt you
Scared that you'll leave me
You'll hate me...

Like so many others before you who found out the real me...
That me that I hide because it's so difficult to be the me that you bring out of me...
My true self
Who is held captive inside this shell of a man that I need to pretend that I am to appease her...
 If I tell you this truth that's encased in this lie, oh you'll hate me for sure and that scares me
And it's honestly because that I love you

Probably about as much as she loves me...
©KLH 2011