Speechless, Defined

Speechless...

And yet words part from ur mouth
And come out to me as gibberish.
Ur speaking in tongues
Because of the things that I've done
And my touch has yet to grace ur skin.
Heaven forbid
Cause if that begins
U're in a no win situation
From the persuasion of my tongue
U wish this thing had not begun
But it has
And now, u refuse to let it end
Until I've had the chance to slide in
Between ur thighs
Stare at ur eyes and stimulate ur mind
On thoughts u know u already have
Lets make them real
No need to hold back, do what u feel
Touch me and taste me
As i hold on to ur waist and
Entice u with words of
Sexual stimulation
Of verbal penetration
And mental ejaculations
that need no explanation
Because they just are and will always be...

Or will they?

Silence

Silence...
It fills the room devoid of space and life
Before we arrive
Then it's revived
The feelings of passion and tenderness once shared
Between two souls bound together like
...wind and air
...or rivers and streams
Identical it seems
In desires and wants
Orgasmic taunts
Of conversation and sharing
Of kissing and caring
What no one else thinks or feels about our union.

The energy between the two, undeniable
As the void is shattered
By the mental desires
That captivate
And motivate
Two naked bodies and spirits
To yearn for one another
And want to devour
Your strength into my heart
Your heart into my soul
Your soul into my passion.

The slightest touch evokes desires of our union
The kiss, like grazing the tips of angels wings
Desires to do all the naughty things
Your inner being yearns for
But is afraid to speak into existance

All of these things 
Run through my mind
Just from the thought of
The possibility of
Ever even thinking of
Being with you...
Alone, in a room...
In the deepest
Darkest
...Silence

First Night

Two compatible souls meet

Creating magic in their speak

Arousing senses within the two they both should fear.

When an immovable object collides with an unstoppable force, like two identical spirits…

It results in repetitions of cataclysmic sensations

Sending chills up and down spines…

Together…

But our society has constrained our minds into believing there’s a particular time to allow our true passions to be portrayed

So she will theorize and hypothesize

Rather or not he’s the type of guy

That will take advantage of her vulnerable situation.

Can he be trusted with her time and mind to allow his mind to come inside of hers?

Will he respect it or will he use it up and discard it like last weeks news?

And which does she choose?

See, a woman’s time is precious

And her sex could leave u breathless

And as a man, I would never take that type of shit for granted

If the desire is there than it’s only fair to use and not abuse the passions we share

And not waste a moment regretting what might have been

Societies definitions coupled with other guys past afflictions arrest the free flowing energies obvious between us.

Our minds, connected on different levels allowing our souls to reacquaint themselves just like old friends.

Even though we just met

My physical being desires to be with u and urs…

Holding u close so we may explore

A mental conversation in our touches and caresses

Our thoughts continue to address this

Until we rationalize that we should wait…

And live with the regret

And the shame

Will this time occur again?

I’m sure it will but why refrain

When the design remains the same?

Does a quantifiable amount of time alter the possibilities that presented themselves on that first night?

The doubt within us says we will never know…

Excerpt: A Fresh Start from "The Makings..."

Up until the point where I had my heart crushed and my world as I knew it collapsed around me, I believed I was the good man.  I felt I was the guy who would always do what was right. I had developed a strong sense of devotion and dedication.  I had a strong foundation in my faith in God.  

I was raised the way any single mother would raise her youngest son in hopes he would not become one of the numerous “no good” men his mother resented because of their previous transgressions.  Most importantly, I liked the man I was inside. 

In one instance, one moment in time, my first love had violated all the things I knew near and dear to me and sent me towards a dark path of an unknown world.  Well, perhaps it was more than just the one particular event, the lies associated with it, or the drawn out break up which turned my emotions inward, shut off from myself and the things I saw as important in life.  It was these events mixed in with a little bit of influence from outside sources.

Men, you see, we tend to congregate together if you haven’t noticed.  We rarely have the compatibility issues our female counterparts tend to have.  We bond with one another on so many different levels, and it is towards our most genuine companions we tend to most emulate and gravitate.  Perhaps it is the deep-rooted desire to have a personal relationship with our fathers, who sometimes have gone on to live their own lives, which forces us to build each other up. 

Whatever the case, statistically speaking, I’m confident saying if you find a group of men or connect with a bunch of guys, you will generally find they act a lot alike.  They will use the same phrases and mannerisms… that is if they truly consider each other to be brothers.  Maybe it’s the whole “alpha male theory” that applies here; basically, the most dominant traits in the pack float to the top.  I don’t know and maybe I am stretching a bit here, but I believe no matter how you look at it, my boys were partially instrumental in my initial transformation from childhood to manhood. (To Be Continued).