What ya’ll know about the Black and White bag of MnM’s??
(Currently dogging these…)
You know the feeling when
Your breast are tender
Massages force you to surrender
When November peeks
Over October’s shoulder
And that cold September rain
Erases New York’s Summer
He’s in your room,
Shoving you
To new touches
& New tastes.
His hand crawls this chocolate
Canvas. Pouring himself on these
Pores ‘til on all fours
And morning dawns.
Running in my triple darkness
Stiffly knocking down my doors.
His massage is molars all over
Slight tummy and back scratches
Love starts melting a hard heart.
Kisses on birthmarks
Where my thighs’ hands shook
Smooches til my knees shook.
Before this we would read books
Paragraph for paragraph
One glance at this shifting hourglass
Gave him
Incentive to waste
No time; But take his time.
And take my mind
Far off from this mattress
Into classes of maximum pleasures
His tongue like a lit candles tip
Gave my body arson
This night we came
So close to having our son.
There Is A Woman…
Whom I desperately want to take pictures of. She’s easily one of the prettiest women I have ever seen, but she always seems so quiet, reserved and shut off from the world. Lightskinned with that natural hair always up, and Chanel Iman skinny. If I could get her to let that hair down, that would be one of my greatest accomplishments lol…I always tell her she could model but she shrugs it off! Hopefully I can get her on this blog soon!
We gotta get these women out of their shy shell and into their power!
Tumblr Is Addictive Son. Part III.
Yeah, I’m officially on my 80’s Horror movie thing. Got caught on here again, more beautiful women, in the midst of my Prospectus for Medieval Literature. A Honey Haiku earlier today almost made me late for work, but I needed to get those words out of my hands. Now I was stuck texting and tumbling, tumbling and texting. More blogs, more beauties, more cool people. Gotta get into it more when I have free time though!!
No dinner, two KFC Snackers with Nacho Cheese for Lunch. Luckily, I made it home in time for Mom’s Lasanga. I have to post my Nephew’s card for her, it was too cool to be true lol…
Long story short, she gets a blank card and a poem for the day, with Chocolate-covered Oreo’s and a Chocolate-covered me.
Happy Belated Moms Day to all.
