I Want

What do I want? Well…I’m glad you asked

I want you to be here with me, setting your mind to be my freak, doing whatever it takes to please me

I want your lips on mine, your hands exploring the landscape of me

I want your breath on my neck, your fingers in my heated swelling geyser

I want my mounds in your hands, your mouth on my peaks

I want you to be here with me, setting your mind to tease me, doing whatever it takes to please me

I want my body in your hands and a naughty glint in your eyes

I want you to lay me down

I want you to take my breath away as you enter me

I want to swell around you as I accept you

I want light strokes, deep thrusts

I want you to make me scream you and cream you

I want you to exhaust me, lull me into a sweet sexy slumber, and cause me to dream you

So…what do I want? I want you to be wherever you want to be, being whoever you want to be, doing whatever you want to do

I know you want that same thing I want, right?

Dreamer of Reality

Dreams as vast as the sky
Determination as fierce as the sea
Potential as scorching as the sun
Entity as pulling and unfathomable as the earth’s core

I dream in tones
Of fertile richness
And hope in hues
Of glorious majesty

The seeds of my visions
Are planted in the soil of hope
My visions are brought to fruition
Because hope never fails

Making my dreams reality
Reality is but a dream
Perception is reality
I perceive dreams unimagined

My reality is but a creation of my dreams

I am…I am but a dreamer of reality

**For those of you that didn't get my last post, the personification of a female lover was just a metaphor for my inspiration or lack thereof and/or my imagination. The poem itself was merely about sex. **

My Drug

My muse has left me, after all I've done to and for her, she had the audacity to jet on me. How could she break up with me? I'm Queen. I miss her, though. I miss her tender kisses at night as I drift off to sleep, leaving me with no choice but to wake and toy around with her as her sweet breaths of arousal swirled around me painting me colors of desire and passion, giving me sips of deep red merlot to unleash and release me of every inhibition. *Sigh* Oh how I miss her...


You are both my drug and the supplier
Igniting the flames of my desire
Into a blaze of white hot fire
My need for you is dire

You blow through my mind with ease
Flowing through layers of me
Like the breeze
Through leaves on trees

Got me tripping
Envisioning and overflowing
Honey pot dripping
Its contents down shafts of sugar cane

Cherry mounds licked and teased by the tongue of a god
That same tongue slowly catching, lapping
The drips of honey
Flowing from the valley between my browned almond thighs

You are both my drug and the supplier

And I

I am your brandy