Sunday, July 28, 2013

You fucked it…Now we can’t be friends


I didn't ask you for shit; just wanted to be your friend
Now you mad? I’m me! Accept it; to your will I’ll not bend
Nawl ain't nothing you can say I can’t consider to mend
Quick bursts of a two minute brutha we over; the end.
Yeah you fucked it…now I don’t even wanna be your friend.

I asked you to keep it 100 it wouldn't kill you; would it?
Now you standing toe to toe eye to eye with my bullet
10 to 15 they charge but holding the trigger fuck it I pull it
Service to my country nayun nutha Sista fall victim to it
Yeah you fucked it…now I can’t even be your friend.

You grinning and skinning thinking you got game on lock
Tell that lie again… go head I dare ya. Speak into my glock!
You can run but you can’t hide; me & my girls circling the block
This shit comes to an end with the next four clicks on the clock

Yeah you fuck it…now I swear I was never your friend.

Love Unconditional

A son shows his mother unconditional love then it ends

He won’t give a grown woman a break for what that girl did

It’s painted and dressed up like a love I have never known

But the truth is you make me just another chick you boned

See the one that broke your heart is the one that got away

So 30 years later I’m the Sista that’s got to open up and pay

Neglected and abused to me is you just handling your bizzzz

You keep fucking me and making em’ to walk away from your kids

Do I catch you from the womb and snatch you off mom’s breast

How can you graduate if you skip class and refuse to take the test?

I’m not wifey worthy? But this is your masterpiece you see in me

You starved my heart, my soul, and my spirit but mad that I cheat

See I’m stomping through this cold life on the hunt for what’s mine

Instead of loving me for real you steady trying to turn back time

She didn't know what she had in you? Didn't see your worth?

Extract that young chick; full of cum chick from your blueprint….


It’s tried & true love; pure blood love from this Pitbull N A Skirt

Thursday, July 25, 2013

You Brought the Storm Tonight but My Joy Cometh…

“Do as I say not as I do!” is the rule of engagement?
Through the eyes of this student actions are bold
Live and in living color they arrogantly glare at me
How dare I give what is given? Speak as spoken to?
I know no other way to submit & follow your lead
Peace is a rare gift that only few create and share
So much discord is alive, breathing, and filling space
Time is a continuum whose pendulum sways in favor
Only the favor is not yours as I find my way to light
So passionately & completely self-growth is embraced
While simultaneously overlooked in its purest form
So with vigor expectations are lowered to accommodate
The eventuality of resentment born from low standards
Tensions mount as words transform into death’s bullets
Recklessly my spiritual life is snuffed out without pause
Second degree or involuntary carries all of twenty to life
But if you feed me life anew it is what I will give birth to
Love’s fragrance so poignant my tears on your chest flow

Blurring the lines in the sand only to signal a fresh start…..

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Mr. Man You Do Know That I Can See You?

MR. MAN YOU DO KNOW THAT I CAN SEE YOU
SLICK TO A CAN OF OIL YOU’RE SURELY NOT
TIRED ASS TONGUE QUICK AS A VIPER’S POISON
DRIPPING WITH VENOM U SPEAR MY BRUISED HEART
SNIFFING & HUNTING WILD PREY MERCILESSLY U FEED
DO YOU KNOW YOU’RE ASS AIN’T EVEN HUNGRY?
TSK! TSK! YOU WONDER WHY I’M BITTER. BROKEN?
YOU, YO’ COUSIN, YO’ BROTHER, YO’ POTNA, YO’ DADDY
YO’ UNCLE, YO’ SON, YO’ GRANDPAU, & YO’ PARRAIN
HELL Y’ALL ALL WORKING NERVES I AIN’T EVEN GOT
HOW MANY MORE TIMES SHOULD I BELIEVE? HAVE HOPE?
“LEAVE MY BAGGAGE IN THE PAST” YOU SAY?
BUT YOU PASSED YOUR LYING LAZY GAME ON TO HIM
BROTHERHOOD AT ITS FINEST IS KILLING MY SPIRIT
YOU TAP DANCING ON MY DREAMS WITH NO MUSIC
MR MAN YOU DO KNOW THAT I CAN SEE YOU?
SHOWING ME YOUR ASS WITH NO REGARD
TO MY FEELINGS, MY FEARS, MY DREAMS, MY SOUL
DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I CAN’T STOP CRYING
TALK TO YO’ BOYZ & Y’ALL STOP LYING
ABOUT WHO YOU LOVE, WHO YOU NOT WITH ANYMORE,
YOU NOT HAPPY AT HOME, SHE DON’T LOVE YOU LIKE I CAN,
WHAT YOU GOT, WHERE YOU GOING, WHERE YOU BEEN
WHAT YOU BOUT TO COME UP ON
WHAT LICK YOU BOUT TO HIT
SHIT,
 MY EARS BLEEDING, MY HEAD HURT, MY CHEST BURN
MY THIGHS ACHE, MY SHOULDERS SLUMPED, & MY SOUL NUMB

MR MAN DO YOU KNOW THAT I CAN SEE YOU?

Friday, July 19, 2013

PATIENTLY IMPATIENT

I SIT HERE AND WONDER HOW LONG I CAN HOLD MY BREATH

ONLY TO REALIZE THAT FROM THE BEGINNING YOU TOOK IT AWAY

THERE ARE SO MANY WORDS THAT GIVE BIRTH TO HOW I FEEL

YET EACH TIME I HEAR YOU THE MOST BASIC SYLLABLES ESCAPE

THE PROMISE OF FOREVER SETTLES BETWEEN US LIKE A WHISPER

COVERED IN THE ACTIONS OF FORGIVENESS MY HEART BEATS

CONVINCED OF THE CHARACTER THAT HAS CREATED SUCH A KING

YOUR HEAD ADORNED WITH YOUR CROWN JEWELS OF LIFE’S VICTORY

ONCE INSURMOUNTABLE ODDS LAY AS MERE PEBBLES AT YOUR FEET

YOU ARE LOVE RESURRECTED CLOAKED IN THE RAREST OF SILK

SILVER POLISHED PURE TO REVEAL YOUR HEART’S REFLECTION FOR ME

SO YES I HAVE BEEN PATIENTLY IMPATIENT TO SHARE YOUR ETERNITY

A LOVE LANGUAGE YOU COMPREHEND WITHOUT CHEAT NOTES OR SCRIPT

A MASTERS IN COMMUNICATION YOU SIT VALEDICTORIAN IN YOUR CLASS

YOU CARRY THE STRENGTH OF TEN AND STILL SHARE YOUR VULNERABILITY

I KNOW THE MEASURE OF GOD’S LOVE TO CREATE YOU JUST FOR ME

EXQUISITE IS THE MELODY CHOREOGRAPHED ON OUR PAGES OF LIFE


YOU'VE ALWAYS KNOWN THE PATIENTLY IMPATIENT ONE HOLDING YOUR RIB


Thursday, July 18, 2013

I've had a day like no other filled with stress

I smiled when I could cry trying to just do my best

At the door kicked off my shoes pantyhose to follow

Moscato D’asti on ice sipping; not gulp or swallow

Candles lit with flames gently licking at my skin

The bubbles rise from the heat as I slide on in

Gently kneading my legs slowly crawling up my thigh

I tried to skip over my heaven and just close my eyes

But two fingers escaped to open the shell around my pearl

In this quiet space of self-loving I've just blocked out the world

My hips scoot lower trying to seek out love from my hand

A night of splendor for my body no need for hourglass’ sand

Lightly I caress my tummy hidden from my bird’s eye view

Twin mounds bobbing up from suds greedy for attn. too

Vials of warm cocoa butter lathered penetrating my essence

The hairs of my neck rose to alert me of your presence

So eager to share with you all the troubles of my day

Strong champion of my heart in your eyes it melts away

My eyes roam your body as you release each clothing layer

So without fear I spread wide to receive your thick stress slayer

My arms encircle you; nails scratch your back, nestled in your lap

Trying to concentrate on your words while your dick lightly taps

You cradle my head to your chest letting your heartbeat soothe me

As the water’s chilled you take my hand and nudge me to my feet

We make quick work with the towels and warm oils are slowly shared

Once done we snuggle under the sheets skin to skin and totally bare

The stresses of the day overwhelmed me and had me tied up in knots


But in the sanctity of your embrace kissing your neck there’s no better spot 

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Hump Day

Freaky kinda mood
Wish you was my dude
Standing here just nude
So allergic to that prude

Stalk me to the wall
Tongue kiss your balls
Legs strong I won’t fall
Fucking in the men’s stall

Legs on your waist
Pussy teasing your face
No running in this space
Squirting all over the place

Dayum I’m horny!!!
Happy Hump Day Grown Folks

Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy,
If I could take it back or fix it
I would give everything I have
I stand in the window just looking
Through tears I just see your back
If you’d just tell me what you need
I’d pull a star from heaven for you
If I caused the crease in your brow
Come here Daddy I’ll rub that too
I promise I won’t be bad anymore
I’ll come home and do all my chores
I’ll play silently with all my toys Dad
Especially when I hear your snores
At least tell me you’ll think about me
You won’t let me grow up alone
Even if you can’t stay with Mamma
Promise I can come to your home
The streets are now my teacher
But my life span is getting short
I want to give you grand babies
Not have you find me in the morgue
I’m always your lil’ boy; your man man
They say real men don’t do two arm hugs
I need you to help me with my homework
Save me I don’t want to walk as thugs
No Sir, I’m not crying didn't shed a tear
But I save them for my pillow at night
I've missed you with me year after year
Come and get me Dad; we’ll start anew
To see your eyes filled with pride for me
Is always my gentle prayer to God for you

Still your son!!!

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

My Sultry Saturday

Hmmm, my man just called to say he's coming over to stroke me. 
Just listening to the words roll off his lips sends shudders down my spine.
He chuckles while we're talking because he knows I'm skimming through
my mind's eye for just the right lace teddy. 
Oh shit, 
I didn't hear the last part of his sentence because 
I'm taking a mental inventory of all his favorite things. 
A snifter of Hennessy is on the bar so I can slide it in his hand. 
The candles surround the spa tub so the flames will lick at my skin. 
He likes the way the light plays against the bubbles 
right before he slides that dick in. 
OK, I think he said about an hour and he would be rolling through 
but now I hear him still chuckling so I know I probably missed that too. 
So now he's just holding the phone talking purposely to turn me on. 
He's speaking my body's language using his sexy baritone. 
Slipping on his favorite boy shorts for only a temporary view
I place the anal ease lube on the dresser so he can hit that too.
We're going to have a sensual night feeding our erotic pleasures 
Oh let me grab the box under the bed stocked with other treasures.
There goes the bell let the Sultry Saturday games begin........

Saturday, July 13, 2013

A'Dyckted


Fantasia - Without Me ft. Kelly Rowland, Missy Elliott

Mr. My Type



     My type is a strong black man full of fire and passion for the people and the things he loves. He loves me hard and completely as though he doesn't see my imperfections. Nevertheless, he’s smart so he knows they are part of who I am and like God he loves me in spite of my cracks. My type walks to the beat of his unique drum and holds my hand with pride. My type of man doesn't get nervous when I call to say I miss you so bad I’m around the corner come kiss me real quick. My type of man stands there with arms open wide to receive me. 
     My type of man knows what it takes to lead me and doesn't get me confused with Ms. Independent because he knows I've only had to become self-sufficient. He is strong where I am weak yet vulnerable when he needs me. He trusts me and I trust him which makes us impenetrable to the outside. No woman could take my place, no man could fill his shoes, there’s no space between his heart to my heart that would let foolishness in. I am his friend and he likes me. You see me as an extension of him because that’s where we want me to be. My type of man is the one who knows there is no other type for me than him. 

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Come Home?

Come home?
When I was there you took me for granted
You said to my face you can't even stand it
You didn't say thank you when I washed your drawls
You didn't smile when you put on warm socks at all

Come home?
You stopped blowing on my neck 3,248 days ago
You look at your dinner plate like you seen it before
You walk out before me and wont' hold the door
Shit, you act like it's a chore and won't hit it no mo'

Come home?
And do what? Say you the man and things
Tell you nawl I don't need a diamond ring
Show you you're still the one to make my heart sing
Allow you to run amuck and tell me anything

Come home?
Tell me you're a better man not will be
Respect me even when we don't agree
Just once open your heart & you will see
All I wanted is that you really just liked me


A Letter To My Daughter

DEAR PRINCESS CORIE,

THE FAVOR OF GOD IS PRESENT

LIKE ONE TO UNWRAP JUST FOR ME

I LOOK UPON YOUR FACE IN WONDER

IN AWE OF ITS SPIRIT IN YOUR BEAUTY

I PLEDGE MY UNDYING LOVE TO YOU

FOREVER WILL I PROTECT YOUR INNOCENCE

NURTURING YOUR SELFLESS ACTS SO PURE

TIME WILL NOT STAND STILL FOR YOU

BUT MY LOVE FLOWS FORTH FOR AN ETERNITY

NEVER HOLD YOU BACK BUT ALWAYS HOLD YOU CLOSE

YOUR TO-DO LIST GROWS AS YOU PICK UP THE PACE

TAKE CARE MY PRINCESS DON’T RUN SO FAST

REMEMBER THOSE QUEENS BEFORE YOU

THEIR TEARS HAVE PAVED THE WAY

IT’S OK I EXPECT YOUR HEART TO BREAK

JUST KNOW THAT IT TOO HOLDS A LESSON

YOU'RE SO SMART & BEAUTIFUL EVEN NOW

SO KNOW THROUGH YOUR STORM YOU’LL SHINE

MY HEART IS FULL MY JOY IS IN OVERFLOW

SOON YOU’LL CHOOSE YOUR PATH

MANY JOURNEYS UNFOLD FOR YOUR VIEW

DON’T EVER BE AFRAID TO WALK ON YOUR OWN

OUR FATHER WILL NEVER DEPART FROM YOU

EVEN AFTER YOU GRADUATE FROM HOME

I LOVE YOU PRINCESS CORIE LAVONNE

FROM CONCEPTION TO HEAVEN ON HIGH

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

WHAT ABOUT ME?


MY MOMZ SAID SHE’S 100% SURE
HIS MAMMA SAID THE SAME THING
YOU SITTING THERE NODDING IN AGREEMENT
BUT WHAT ABOUT ME

WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD
JUST THE RAIN IN MY FACE
I STROLLED ABOUT MY WAY
NOT SURE OF MY PACE
MUSIC IN MY EARS
TO THE BEAT OF MY HEART
NOT TRIPPING ABOUT TOMORROW
CAN’T THINK THAT FAR
STEPPING INTO MANHOOD
I NOW LOOK AROUND

SHIT, HE CAUGHT ME SLIPPING
WHO IS THIS CLOWN?
LEMME CUT THRU THIS YARD
LONG WAY FROM MY SET
HE STALKING ME HARD –
LEASH IN HAND BUT NO PET
EXCUSE YOU MR. PECKAWOOD
YOU DO KNOW I AM A MAN
YES MY SKIN IS BLACK
HOLD UP WHAT’S IN YOUR HAND
DID YOU SEE ME IN HIS HOUSE
SO WHAT I CROSSED HIS LAND
I MIGHT LOOK SLIGHT IN BUILD
I COULD RUN BUT NAWL IMMA STAND
YO’ WHY YOU NOT SPEAKING
YOU CAN CLEAR THIS SHIT RIGHT UP
YEAH I SAW YOU CREEPING
WHY YOU GET OUT YO’ TRUCK
CAN I SCREAM STRANGER DANGER
YOUR WALK SMELLS OF INTENT
MY FEAR NOW TURNS TO ANGER
MY STROLL IS NOW A SPRINT
YOU THINK I’M HIGH ON DRUGS
YOU CALL YOURSELF THE LAW
NOT ALL HOODIES HIDING THUGS
B4 YOU DROP ME I’LL STEAL YO’ JAW

DAYUM I’M ALMOST HOME
MY OL MAN GONE BE MAD
I HOPE THEY HEAR ME MOAN
IT’S THE LAST CHANCE I HAVE
WTF YOU WANNA GIVE MMA
OH SO NOW WE GONE SCRAP
YOU GONE LEARN TODAY
HOLD UP MY KNEE FELT YOUR STRAP
I BROUGHT SKITTLES TO A GUN FIGHT
I WOKE UP LATE TODAY SMILING
I DIDN’T KNOW I’D DIE TONIGHT
NOW MOMZ SITTING THERE CRYING

TAAFFE SCREAMING LET YOU BE
BUT WHAT ABOUT ME
YOU SCARFING DOWN THE CALORIES
BUT WHAT ABOUT ME
YOU CRACK A SMILE AT PROF. CARTER
BUT WHAT ABOUT ME
YOU FACING A JURY OF PEERS
BUT WHAT ABOUT ME
YOU CAN SEE THE SKY AGAIN
BUT WHAT ABOUT ME


DEDICATED TO: TRAYVON BENJAMIN MARTIN


I LIKE THE WAY YOU DO ME……


THE SUN SETTLES AFTER 
A DAY OF BLISTERING HEAT
YOU SLIDE BESIDE ME GENTLY 
EASING SHOES FROM MY FEET
BRUISED FROM A DAY PRANCING 
ON THE BOARDROOM GRIND
WORKING YOUR MAGIC MY WORRIES 
LEAVE MY FLUSTERED MIND
LIQUID HEAT BUILDS TO A FEVERED 
PITCH BETWIXT MY THIGHS
THE SUBTLE TOUCH OF YOUR LIPS 
CATCHES MY WHISPERED SIGHS
WE'VE REACHED THE POINT OF INSEPARABILITY
SKIN TO SKIN MELTED YOUR BODY TO ME
MY LEGS WRAPPED ABOUT YOUR WAIST
YOUR TONGUE DIPS OUT FOR JUST A TASTE
FINGERS SLIP LOW BENEATH YOUR WAISTBAND
HANDS URGE ON THE START OF MY LAP DANCE
EVEN THE FLAMES STRUGGLE TO STAY ALIVE
NOT ENOUGH SPACE FOR OXYGEN TO SURVIVE
IMMINENT IS OUR ORGASMIC RELEASE
SWEAT DRIPPING; THE PACE INCREASED
TEETH ON MY BREAST SIGNALS MY BRAIN
MS KITTY’S PURRING ENJOYING THE PAIN
SHARING OUR SCREAM IN COMPLETE ECSTASY
IF I FORGET TO TELL YOU LATER
I LIKE THE WAY YOU DO ME……




Monday, July 8, 2013

If I Were A Boy

If I were a boy
I couldn't wait to please her
I’d start at the top plenty tease her
I’d blow on her neck
And kiss her wrist
Wrap my hands in her hair
Make a gentle lil fist

If I were a boy
I would start in her eyes
While she’s so distracted
Let my fingers knead her thighs
I’d speak honesty to her
And tell her no lies
I’d whisper, “You’re beautiful baby
I’m so glad I’m your guy”

If I were a boy
Her breasts would be my goal
I’d lick and suckle them
Until they’re tender to hold
I’d slide my hand from her thigh
Till I found her sweet wet spot
I’d flick it a lil and then flick it a lot

If I were a boy
With her breast in my mouth
I’d raise my head
Never taking my finger out
Her sweet pork
I’d make her stand feet apart
The back of her knees
At the edge of the bed

If I were a boy
I’d deep stroke kiss her
And she’d cum in my hand
I’d grind her and bind her
Till she called me her man

If I were a boy
I’d turn her around
Lick my way down her back
My fingers never leave her
But show her pussy some slack

If I were a boy
There’s none of her I would skip
I’d gently nudge her legs open
And kiss her lips with my lips

If I were a boy
I’d still be counting in my head
I’d know this was two for her
And it’s time for the bed

If I were a boy
I’d stroke my dick on her crown
I’d grab her ass so she can’t run
It’s about to go down

If I were a boy
I’d stroke her how she like
I wouldn't give a dayum
If I had to fuck her all night

If I were a boy
I’d let her ride my dick
See I need a break
But she still wet
See she don’t know this trick

If I were a boy
I’d slide my finger in her ass
I’d know she freaky and shit
So she’ll ride me fast

If I were a boy
I’d prep and prime her
While growling, “You’re mine”
Shoving my love stick passed her pelvis
So we’d cum at the same time!!!
Hey but that’s if I were a boy
That’s just how I would get down…



Use You

Use you? 
How could I possibly not comply?
Abuse you I’d love to. 
I can’t even lie.
Never to hurt your heart 
but your body is mine
In my fantasy we abuse each other; 
taking our time
The spell you speak of 
I too have fallen under
I promise to bring the heat
if you’ll bring the thunder
Your skin next to my skin 
consumes my every thought
Let your class begin; 
I’m your star pupil ready to be taught.
Where your passion-filled breathe ends 
my every wish begins
I promise to use you 
if you guarantee this feeling never ends.

In Walks A Lady...



          Love of life or love of self, which takes priority for you?  Even minimal age differentials create worlds of difference in perceptions, regard for others, and game plan strategies. Who would have thought equally yoked; such a daunting task? Nevertheless like me you find yourself here sifting through profile after profile wondering if an 83% match will suffice or should you keep going to reach the top 10 percentile.

          Am I allowed to terminate the services of my representative upon reaching the age of majority in TX (21)? When I can so eloquently represent myself I was sure she could no longer serve me yet I find myself in need of a buffer between me & the foolishness I’ve encountered in search of love.

          Creative lies are still just that; lies. Oh but the creativity is fun to read to say the least. I’ve found that the year on the birth certificate cannot dictate the level of creativity in some. So what drives the underachiever to lackluster status while the overachiever basks in his own stupor of misplaced sense of accomplishment?

          Hurry, the hand on the clock continues to move forward even if we wish it was not so!! As I continue my journey to find the 3 Ls I implore you to stay true to your path.  Should ours cross savor the moment in which you met a lady.