Monday, September 29, 2008

He's Falling...



He said when the morning sun warms his eyes
I am the first thought whenever he rise

He said when the moon puts his weary body to bed
Thoughts of me fill up his head

He said, every word in this song makes him think of me
To want something so much, how could it possibly be?

He says its not lust nor mere infatuation
Seeing me moves his heart, not evoke salivation

He says he’s puddy in my hands, will I mold him please?
To be with Alecia, makes him weak in his knees

He’s falling, He’s falling
He can’t deny it

His heart longs, His body’s able
He’s willing to try it

I can be that fresh air that he so wants to be
I can live in his world if he really wants me

I assure him that I will cushion his fall
For a spot in his life I will give it my all

I promise him that I can make him a happy man
And he can fall, in my heart’s where he’ll land

I embrace him near and fill the beat of his heart
I kiss him so tenderly, we’ll never fall apart

How can I hurt the one who loves me so?
In your arms I feel safe, with you I want to grow

I cradle him close and he starts to weep
Strong enough to cry, for feelings so deep

Friday, September 19, 2008

We Should Be...

Dinner was nice
I thank you for the meal
But right about now
I must say how I feel

We should be fucking

The conversation was easy
It was smooth, like butter
All night long
We have been staring at each other

We should be fucking

When you came to my door
And I smelled your cologne
From that moment on
Time seemed to drag on

We should be fucking

The small talk is done
I am feeling the wine
We can skip the movie
I will be just fine

We should be fucking

Your mouth is moving
I don’t hear a thing
All I can think of
Is the joy those lips will bring

We should be fucking

Your clothing is nice
They will look better on my floor
No more words daddy
I can’t take it no more

We should be fucking

The tension is building
I could almost scream
My legs are quivering
They need you in between

We should be fucking

You play the gentleman role
And walk me to my door
I pull you inside
There much more to explore

We should be fucking

I rip off your clothes
And quickly take off mine
I smile devishly
At the BIG prize I’ve found

We should be fucking

Morning rolls in
I feel hit by a truck
It’s the pain I like
Because I got fucked

Yes, I fucked him



Image by Girolamo Gjeri "Deep Passion"

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Pussy...strong enough for man (but God gave it to a woman)


This is a step away from my poetry for a second and just a rant.

Why is it that whenever you want to emasculate a man you refer to him as a pussy? Have you noticed when men want to refer to something and vulgar or rancid they compare it to pussy? Yet, they spend half their lives trying to get in “pussy”. My theory is that men have vagina envy. Yeah I said it!

One pussy can populate a nation. Without a pussy, civilization will end. A pussy can spit out a whole human life. Pussy can stretch as wide as a basketball or comfortably accommodate something as small as a marble. Pussy is versatile.

God could’ve given men pussies. But she knew men could not handle having such a powerful piece of equipment without being reckless. Imagine a man with a pussy! They would be trying to stuff things in it, use it as storage space, some how make it into a basketball hoop. They would not appreciate the beauty behind the vagina. They wouldn’t take care of it, so maybe it would be a lil rancid (lol). Picture them using water hoses and turtle wax to keep it clean. My goodness! The horror!

So, the next time someone calls you a pussy…stick your chest out and let them know that pussy is one of the toughest, most durable, most versatile and beautiful thing ever! So be a pussy and be proud!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Lovin' Me

Image: "Baby's Packin" by Willie Torbert




I am standing here in the mirror
Admiring every inch of me
It took me thirty-one years and seven months
To truly appreciate what I see

I have lived life too long being self conscious
Worrying how I looked in other’s eyes
Never did I know I held the key
In my hands is where self confidence lies

Look at my smooth brown skin
The tone changes like the seasons
I once hated my muted shade
Thought lighter or darker was better for some reason

But now I am grateful for my skin
Comparing it to butterscotch or a cocoa bean
But when you look at my skin it is obvious
That I am a beautiful African Queen!

Take a close look at my face
I would think your eyes would be drawn to my nose
It once was looked at with disdain
For it was the source of my woes

People never had qualms
To tell me how big they thought it was
But now I walk with my head held high
With my broad nose high above

My eyes I was told were too big
Some even said they were too wide
Now men tell me they are a source of my beauty
And I adorn them with pride

I tilt my head and look at my body
Mixed emotions surge through my veins
It tells the story of my struggles
How sometimes I’d over or under eat when in pain

I love every curve of my figure
I even love my belly fat
I rub at it appreciating
This is where life was once at

I can see the noticeable dents in my booty
It’s not round and firm like Buffy the Body’s
But my ass is just my ass and I own it
It’s not the only thing I have going about me

No, my abs are not as tight as Janet Jackson’s
I may not be as robust as Mo’Nique
But I love every inch of my body
‘Cause every inch is what makes me unique!
Image: "Midnight Beauty" by Alix Beaujour

Monday, September 15, 2008

How to Eat a Peach


He lay me gently on the bed
His strong hands slide up my thighs
I feel my panties slide down my leg,
past my ankles,
over my feet
I am exposed

The aroma of my desire is filling the air
He breathes in deeply,
Intoxicated by my scent
A sinister smile creeps across his face

Immediately he thinks
Peaches
A phallic symbol which describes the shape
And the texture
So well

He wants to taste my peach
It is ripe
It is sweet
A delicious treat
Ready to be devoured

Will he be so bold as to enjoy my fruit?

He leans forward
I can feel his breath on my inner thigh
I close my eyes in anticipation
My peach juices began overflow
Coating my inner thigh with its sweetness

His succulent mouth teases me
Barely touching my skin
Like a feather

I watch as his head disappears between my thighs
The contrast of our skin is what poetry is made of
Me
Mocha brown
He
Coffee black
No cream
A dream

I tense as I feel HIS moist lips kiss MY moist lips

Suddenly
I am greeted by that familiar unfamiliar feeling
His wet tongue traces the outline of my womanhood
A delicate circle
Taking me places I have never been
A new world
I want to live in

Somewhere between ecstasy
And complete elation
Utopia!

I arch my back to allow him to explore more
I want him to indulge
I need him to indulge
Please indulge

The width of his tongue
Covers the depth of my desire
Baby, take me higher!

I shiver and shake as his tongue penetrates my soul
Dipping inside of me
Reminding me of what is to come
Or is to cum

Tasting my sweetness
Enjoying my wetness

A wave of lust begins to form in my belly
My nipples stiffen
I am quivering uncontrollably
But I have to control this!
I am not ready to feed him my lust yet

I try to shift my hips to escape his tongue
But he is hungry
He won’t allow me to get away
His muscular hands grip passionately at my waist
No escape mami
You have to take this

If he wants to be fed
I will feed him
I will allow him to feast on my buffet

I spread my legs wider
His fingers part my lips
His tongue inspects more of my peach’s texture

The sound of him devouring his meal alone is enough to make me break
He takes his time
Enjoying me
Like a skilled surged
He operates on my body
Orally

His lips clamp down on my lips
His tongue moves feverishly over my clit
I let out a throaty moan

I beg for him to release IT or release ME!
The circles his tongue makes become smaller
And faster
More deliberate

His tongue knows no boundaries
I am shaking
he grips my thighs to control the shaking
He holds me tightly

My hips move,
mimicking the stride of his tongue
He sucks gently on the pit of my peach

Ecstasy creeps up my spine
Sending ripples to every nerve in my body
I try hard to hold it in
My will is no match for his skill

I grip helplessly at the sheets
I yell out my passion
Declaring the arrival of my orgasm
I am coming!
Coming
Coming

My body releases my desire onto his waiting tongue
He savors every drop
I came

Now I lay here
Defeated
His handsome face appears like the sun
From the valleys of my thighs

He kisses me
Allowing me to taste my own sweetness
Mixed with his conquest
I share with him his victory

Thank you

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Shitty Roses


He had me open
You could not tell me those were not rose petals
Hitting the porcelain vase we call a commode
But in time
I realized
His shit stinks
The most awful stench you would ever want to smell

Hell
He pulled the wool over my eyes
The devil had him disguised
In a sexy grin
Smooth brown skin
Hypnotic eyes
I was mesmerized

His silver tongue intrigued me
Promises of grandeur and a life of eternal happiness
I could see forever in him
And two days
The games he played

I was
Caught up in his trance
I could smell the stench
Escaping his lips
But I believed it
Had me feeling like
Someone put roots on me
Could it be?
What has this man done to me?
I cry for serenity!

I wanted to be released from his hold
Set free from his spell
Please grant me reprieve
From this heavenly hell
This thing I called love
When I was the only one loving

He fucked me hard
Penetrating my soul
And I allowed him
Willingly
Blindly
Freely
To have all of me

“You’ve lost you!”
My conscious screamed out
“You’ve got to be drunk
That’s not what love’s about!”

The coffee pot was brewing
And although it took three years
My sense of smell returned
Awakened by my tears
Finally I stop smelling roses
And recognized it
For what it was
The stench of shit

Lesson learned
I’m not bitter
Just more aware
My heart is still open for love
Should I want to go there

It is better to have loved and lost
Than to never have loved at all
Thank goodness for my sanity
To catch me
When I fall

Friday, September 5, 2008

No Stings Attached


He is
So divine
But he ain’t mine

I would
Jump through hoops
For a few moments of his time

I can
Call him up
Be it day or night

And he
Gives 100%
Daddy does me just right

See
We’ve been playing this game
For about three years

There’s no
Strings attached
No drama, no tears

Just a
Few salacious encounters
And some freaky rendezvous

If my
Man won’t do it
I can come to you

When your
Lady leaves you hanging
You bring that thang to me

And I
Give you what you desire
And set that freak in you free

But momma always said
two lay down
And one comes up with feelings

Right now
I am on such a high
Baby you got me reeling

I’ve
Fucked you before
And it has always been good

But
This last time
I did something I thought I never would

I
Looked into your eyes
And I saw something new

I
Finally realized
I am in love with you

I
Should’ve never peered
Into the windows of your soul

NO
Longer just my body
It’s my heart you hold

Image: Soul Mates by John Toms

Monday, September 1, 2008

Phenomenal Head


So many women wonder how I keep my guy
Because I am plain
And he is splendid
To the average eye
I tell them within my mind
Is where the secret lies
They too can uncover the “gift”
If they are open to try

I say
It is not that I can work his body like a porn star
I am not the freakiest of the freaks
I will only go but so far
It is my willingness to teach
And to learn instead
With an open mind and an open heart
I give phenomenal head

I walk into the room
Their eyes fall to my lips
The ladies wonder
Is there a secret behind my hips?
My sway
My swagger
The whole essence of my being
Seems so ordinary
Are they seeing what he’s seeing?

I tell you
Instead of focusing on what you won’t,
Focus on what you will do
Perfect the art of loving
And you’ll be phenomenal too
Focus less on your sexy
And more on your mind
Because if you have great brain
When giving brain,
You’ll be more than fine

A lady in the streets
I am she, personified
A scholar in the head
Ladies, you will learn in time
Good head is easily obtained
Great head comes with conversation
Phenomenal head is a gift
And requires dedication

Foreplay begins
Before the clothes fall to the floor
Share with him your intellect
And he will indeed come back for more
My confidence is exuded
They can see it in my stance
A phenomenal man will know a phenomenal woman
With more than just a glance

It is not my clothes
Or how much skin is revealed
It is in my passion for words
My knowledge can not be concealed
It is by example
For you I have led
Get to truly know him
And you too
Can give
Phenomenal head


© Alecia J.

Image: "Right Here" by Merrill