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Series Accentuating Curves & Assassination Hips
Book One: Truth or Dare - Chapter One - Poems 6-9
"Prepare to be swept away by tantalizing poetry and storytelling
that ignites your desires and leaves you craving for more. This book
will set more than your heart racing while leaving your imagination on
fire!" JL King, New York Times BestSeller, Author of On the Down Low
6. Falling for You - Poem for Song
7. On the Balcony - Song
8. Triple Threat
9. Black Medusa
Falling for You
Call you Hypnotic
Finest equation
Humankind's Savior
No discipline
Drenched in diamonds and pearls
All you seek is MJ's next thriller
Between your legs
Armageddon
Medicine Woman
My Oshun
Accept you as you are.
My healer, concubines worship you.
Stars in your eyes
Betray the shine
You try not to let
Illuminate through
Be still, heart stole.
Although I did not never ask forthrightly to be with you
Hide the truth
Now ask
Cup of fine
Gruaud Larose 1945 wine
Be mine
Defiantly travel back in space and time to greet you
Ain't the regular Kool-Aid
Cup of mojo
Juju waving on cinnamon sticks
As if a wand soaking in your fireball shot
glass
Lovely sip on my oranges laced with honey
Bring them yams to me, lady
I know you have been stressing baby
Silk placed on scars
Take the pain away
Dana Dane Cinderella
Grant you, Miss, three wishes.
Lay back
Let me kiss that
End your migraine
This Pharaoh
Eats it up downstairs
Are you going to let me?
Twist that
Bend that
Go rounds
Pound Town
Cake swallowed for hours
You don't have to miss that
Give your Mississippi
Am I crooked letter crooked letter I crooked letter I crooked letter i
In your neck
Flame brain
No mind games
As I give you this
Humpback, humpback crooked letter I
Dreams of making mystic crystals that poke fun at your former roller
coaster sport of gymnastics that now condone
"Sizzle with THOTS"
Wishing
They were still in your power suit
Delights on angelic flights
Ni hesitation and giving that dark chocolate sexy ass
Jet lag
Slow grind you from the back after spending a few bags.
Which do you prefer Pay-Pal, Zelle, Venmo, or Cash App?
Put you to bed better than Jay holiday on his best night.
I go legend, still the best you ever had
Fly you overseas to make love to you on black sands.
Perivolos
Taharuu
Playa Jardin
Senggigi
&
Miho - no - Matsubara
Each of our meetings
Ocean waves cannot help but to
Clash onto the beach
Deep in your deliciousness
I admire that gushy sound.
Keep me around
Call me up
Whenever you want
Aide in exploring your surroundings
Assist you with your vertical Verizon.
Help you locate your misplaced horizon.
We can do Muni Longs.
For hours and hours
Baby Girl, I get a bang out of showing out
Full Moon
Honey, I am chasing it.
I want to know you beyond infinity.
Past insecurities and inhibitions.
Be the song churned in your newly found two-step libations.
Declare to you Brandy's
I Want to Be Down
Catch this VIBE
Visual Insight Bearing Energies
Melodic High Sensations
Ready to hear your soundtrack
Spin in my ear
I am the DJ for this evening
Just called the 1's and 2's
You are my new turntable
I look forward to ending your lust drought
Turn you out
good girl
Do go bad
Let the pulsating surges overtake you
As I do the breaststroke
May I pull your wild card?
Let your heart and kinky spirit rest here
Together we soar
So high
On the Balcony Song
Original Book: Love Phunk
Verse
Boy, please be on your way.
One hour seems like a day.
Sprung on you
I don't know what to do.
I can't think straight it is true
So, pull on thru
I'm going to have what you like
It's raining "special" plans tonight.
I hope you are
Cause Baby, we are going to be
Chorus
Making love
On The Balcony
In the rain, baby.
You know you drive me crazy!
When we are
Making love
On The Balcony
In the rain, baby.
Drive me crazy
Verse
Just stepped out of the shower
Got a brand-new secret
for you to admire
Oh yes
Bubbly brewing
Sitting on chill
Candles lit
Please hurry and get here
Thinking about the last time you hit
Please whisper in my ear.
How much it's missed.
ALL my energy focused on you
I'm feeling kind of freaky.
Do what you want to do.
Want my body to melt.
Volcanic interruptions drawing near
As we slowly grind
Making our song
You got my body
Moaning, groaning, twitching,
All night long
As we collabo
Create our notes
Poetic flow
We can climax
In the early morning
Chorus
Making love
On The Balcony
In the rain, baby.
You know you drive me crazy.
When we are
Making love
On The Balcony
In the rain, baby.
Drive me crazy
Bridge
Slow grind
You all mine
Got me hypnotized
Looking into your eyes
Chills running wild
Through our bodies now
(Soak and wet)
Tight-wrapped you are in my loving
(Touching, wanting)
How I love it when you call my name
Feelings take over
(loving)
I just can't explain.
(exploring)
Please don't ever go away.
Now baby,
Drive me crazy
Verse
Make love to me, baby.
On The Balcony
(Soak and wet, touching)
In the rain, baby.
(Wanting, loving, exploring)
Drive me crazy
When we are
Making love
On The Balcony
In the rain, baby.
Drive me crazy
Fade Out
Touching
Exploring
Wanting
Loving
You
Triple Threat
I pull up to Marmara Park Avenue Hotel in Manhattan around 5:00 p.m.
The crisp candy-painted lilac 1964 Tour de France Ferrari 250 GTO on
24 Artist Forged Wheels Northtown Gold rims drove like a demon
straight from the fiery pits of hell. The sold-out show for February
14th, 2027 starts at 7:00 p.m.
I'll be on the 20th floor performing in the combined indoor and
outdoor sunroom. I'm getting ready, but my nerves are on edge. I close
my eyes, deeply breathe, and exhale.
Listen to 10 minutes of binaural beats for DNA and nerve repair. Do
some fire breathing. I had looked for an outfit on the Neiman Marcus
website. Instead, I ordered an Ankara bright purple and gold African
cloth to be custom-made into a wrap-around dress by Remitha Lynn &
Company.
I had a clutch design and created it to match. Drop down amethyst
earrings by Bougie Broad custom-made jewelry, Dolce & Gabbana Nappa
Mordore Sandals, Fabulous Furs Tan Cascade Fox Suede Fur Trim Full
Coat, and a Hermes 18K Rose Gold diamond Collier de Chien bracelet.
They are painted with Jimmy Choo glitter lover gel polish.
The sparkly long transparent rhinestone luxury sketch gloves are made
by Bad Bitch Alert. African lingerie prints from Delcia Secrets
Contoured LLC lay underneath. I feel super sexy in the Ankara purple
and black patterns. Dread twisted tightly earlier today with
free-flowing curls proportionate. Shirley Temple appeal.
I look forward to rocking all these curls on and off the stage before
going on the platform. I take out my travel-size orgasm women's
perfume fragrance spray off my Oya altar. I dab behind my ear lobes
and on the inside of my wrist. I then lightly spritz my neck.
I am pleased no longer a 51 Double G. These 40 Double Ds are still
more than a mouthful to handle. The nipples still perk up when
needed-These big titties, plus this outfit, or slaying the game.
The girls are advertising tonight. The outfit is hugging my curves in
all the right places. I keep my cool, but deep inside, I want to twerk
to Megan Thee Stallion's Body song. It took a moment for me to get
used to her on the scene. I love quite a few of her music selections.
My number one cheerleader said to act a fool for my performance. I am
no Marcus Delaney. However, I am going to be his Betty Shabazz. There
is no shame in my game. Act a fool, I shall.
My mental mindset was to dress like Billie Holiday. God Bless the
Child that indeed has their own. Nothing slutty; we're classy tonight.
Slit up my dress to the edge of my ass.
From across the room, I spot when you walk in. You look dashing in
your Gentleman's Guru Floral Violet Tuxedo three-piece. Glad the
outfit I picked out looks good on your six-foot, slender, dark-skinned
frame.
I can't take my eyes off you. You sit directly in the front row.
Tonight, we act like we do not know one another. I grace the stage.
Spit game to the mic: Jill Scott, Big D style. While performing, I
dance my way to you. I bend over and throw this big chocolate booty in
a circle all in your face.
My vision no longer sees a crowd. I whip my dreadlocks back and forth
while you sit with an emotionless face. Your eyes have lava in them. I
will give you a Tina Turner private dance in the front row, as we have
this one-on-one private party.
Like Tony Toni Tone said, "Tonight, it is just me and you." Turn this
party up. I place this bumper in your lap. Let's make love in this
club.
You got the message earlier today. After the shows, meet and greet.
Walk away like I did not know I just put your now swollen dagger on
hard. Disciplined, your colossal Dr. sir.
I had a flashback moment from the dancefloor at The Ten (a
predominately gay female club). I had it blocked off for us earlier.
In case we were in heat and unable to make it to the Penthouse Suite.
See you soon in The Upper Rooms Bathroom.
On the elevator, you feel these 40 D.D.s with your hands. You lift
this dress. Take my secrets off with your fangs. Eat it up downtown.
I play with your twelve plays. Let the elevator catch that recording.
We make it out alive on the fifth floor. This body starts to cascade
salt waters. This faucet drips and shines as if quartz crystals.
The liquor creates rainbows when ricocheted by the sun's rays. I sing
the tonic solfa names of the notes on a significant scale from The
Sound of Music on your microphone. Your beard is my cup. You needed a
bowl. I splashed this sap everywhere.
Where your mouth got bold, Zaddy missed your naughtiness—enjoying how
you drank this poem. Now you have me singing like a Raveena Aurora.
You may nickname me Jewel, except there is no one here to save either
of our souls. The Grand Reaper just collected yours.
I bathe in delight in how you slurp up my sweetness. Hips dance your
rhythm—Bon Appetit as you chuck up my sunshine while giving me a rim
shot. Call me for Ms. Dinner. Thank you, Mister.
You gave me that thick tongue, like it was possible you would never
see me again. Dearest honey, you may Alphabet soup song me to kibbles
and bits daily. This voluptuous vixen got lost in your hot sauce.
Speechless from you is the word when unbuckled and loosened up your trousers.
I look forward to regurgitating the flavor. Let the elevator video
camera catch this Milky Way. I love how the veins pulsate continuously
in my mouth.
While your electrical current tases me, sexy noises turn me on. Go
ahead, talk dirty. Be like Ne-Yo and Say It.
Pull my dreadlocks up while I chastise your love cock with a proper
lashing. Clean-up is not needed for aisle three. Supercell
thunderstorms have been given from you, as I ensure to include them in
the suckling.
I was tea bagging your sack. I get sloppy with this toppy. Goblets of
my mouth liquid flow from me, gagging from the base of your penis. Up
to its neck.
I damn near made you collapse to your knees. I serve you this Soul
Food dish in high-class fashion style. I didn't waste a drop of the
buttery before you turned me over the sink in doggy. We are Bird and
Lem. Except there are no interruptions.
Baby, I got this. This cookbook I am brewing is our new religion. I
know how to burn it down in the kitchen. Kegel exercises came in
handy. I hope you like how she rocks and rolls.
I enjoy how your dick thickens in my hot, melted honey pot. Go deep in
this groove with all your giant black one-eyed monster. Please take
out the bottle of Billionaire Vodka by Leon Verres from my purse while
you dig out this bush.
I had ordered it delivered to our Penthouse earlier. Go deeper. Knock
out my cervix. Redesign, rearrange, and realign all my chakras after
you act out of order.
No Sing Sweet Nightingale. When this mockingbird gets to whistling.
Gaze at the mirror while you are in it. Make this pussy fart.
Act retarded. Don't forget to put your finger in the booty when I bust
it, baby. Come swim in My Nile River.
Lay on the carpet and let this cowgirl straddle your fortitude before
you come to corkscrew me. After freestyle, we face off. You then
shotgun this Caviar Moon Rock spiff utopia, pass that herb, Mr. Puff.
Smack this ass as she claps. I double dare you to take me there.
Backward doggy, as you watch me on top. Watch the white cream as your
maturity goes in and out. Intense orgasms overcome us both, and we
start to explode together.
I hop off quickly. Then suck the rest of your soul out. I am glad I
set up the camcorder earlier. I want to watch us on the big screen
later.
The cuddling position is Sweetheart Cradle. Through the glass ceiling,
as we lay, let us count the stars and whisper to the moon. I love how
you enjoy talking about George Padmore and Cl James as we lay
intoxicated, high, and in our birthday suits after I ride. We pretend
we are at the Holy Savior Cathedral in Isfahan, Iran, staring at its
majestic ceiling.
Show you I am black girl magic. Excellence displayed. Revolutionary
power. Sing Yoruba lullabies to the kids after they are showered.
Nation build we do.
I have my right fist pumped in the air like Coretta Scott King. We
discussed we had work to do. We, as one, work with our community.
These lips spit poetic justice—this Creole soul mixed with your
Haitian.
I am no Amanda Gorman, but we moat manifest destinies (plantones).
Your lips bathe me in compliments. Wrap my confidence from your
ambiance around his waist.
Predecessors and tribes breathed into existence from a taste of the
passion. We leave the room separately.
Meet back up at the Skyline Club off One American Square. #36th floor.
For breakfast. I will never forget how I felt when I came off stage
performing for you.
Walk off it like Yeah, D; You are an XXX threat.
Black Medusa
Pull my Black and Gold Medusa dreadlocks while I suck
your cock. Gargle that hot instrument between your legs in
my mouth. Uvula pop darts; upchuck saliva. Play with this
W.A.P. (Wet Ass Pussy) while I hum the game scrabble on your
dick.
Lick my Tom Ford Lipstick and creme off your King Kong mojo
wand. Dis Goddess hit dem der falsetto notes. Dis KitKat
knows monopoly swerves the curve. I see you got drench on
dem der fingertips. Please address me as District Tap.
I'll let you dip in it if you let me be your pretzel. Unfold me to
rock on top of you in these hooks him and her heels after.
Up and down.
Throw this watermelon bottom in a circle. Sorcery snatch. BabyFace
Whip appeals to match this black cat magic.
Hell no! I ain't come here to chill. Delcia Secrets can be your thrill!
Pussy control that dick. This hot deluxe present enjoys how you feel
inside me. Belches up lemon juice from alchemy and squeals like a Boa
when this box constricts.
Make it throb. Then smack this big ol booty! Act like I'm ya,
Mariah Carey. Rap O.D.B. " Got Your Money" to me on the
drama. Please bring me the commas.
Have your loot ready for your slutty shining star.
Hot like fire. Not Aliyah, but I will be Top shelf. Move liquid
like Ana Flores. Except I am mocha Ana Foxx dark chocolate.
The universe has a blank check for me. I am writing my
numerology numbers in for my request. I am a metaphysician with
my Iyana Vanzant inner vision skills. Sky clan hydraulics this
galactic signature on your frontal lobe.
This white rhythmic mirror has a beautiful life to be amended.
Whiskers on kittens.
Sound of Music.
One of my favorite things.
Come say, "Hello.!"
This kitty has a mean meow.
Cookies are crumbling.
Where is that white milk at to lay this ass out?
Make sure you smack this ass again. Just for G.P. (General Principle)
Ari Lennox me with 40 Shades of Choke Blue Fire Smoke. I'm a nasty
cunt freak. (Count me in.) Edge Diffuser Oracle.
My Tarot deck reads my future at $800 an ounce. Catch this shotgun
propeller riff. Order is Fantasia's "When I See You." Dick is nice and
clean. Smelling good. Before I put my tongue on ya lickity slit.
She spits.
Swallows.
All dem der squirrels in ya pants.
No Bébé's Kids misfits.
I ain't got time for that type of Jones.
Nor playpens.
Handle inches.
I move the cake.
Psychedelic telepathy.
I shall teleport bricks this day.
Guess what is not allowed today. $100 quick visits. It takes more than
10 minutes. To handle this sultry seduction on your dragon remote
controller.
Double Dribble sweet pillow talk to dem balls intricately.
I got ya morning wood. Zaddy, I'm that Bitch!
I'll call you Now and Later. I am taking Candy
Shop trips. My favorite word is Bitch! By Too Short.
Visits internationally beyond Miami Beach.
Conchie Hot! Red-engine Ferrari.
Yet! This chicka needs more than 50 cents.
Be my Mr. Sugar Cat Daddy. I'll be your Playboy,
Penthouse, and Hustler Spread. Make it reign
on me from heaven like manna.
Now cum, taste these rainbow colors.
I'll be discreet. I know what turns you on.
Skittle this golden shower in ya mouth treat.
Wet ya teeth.
Grab you by your hair while you are in the water.
Hold it there. Scuba diving ocean deep.
Eat it up down south, Baby.
Don't play with this southern peach.
I got liquid venom.
It's okay to on her lightly use your grill.
Honey drip is tasty.
Damn, ya head game ain't shady.
Shit! Eyes open while reaching a different stratosphere.
Golden gates have been seen. As you wail your hands in the air as a
sign that you can no longer breathe. #1 Stunna.
Yep! Ya, Flex is impressive. You are still living after sitting on your face.
I was trying to take your breath away.
It got me thinking about Hotlanta Country Time. It may be the new thang.
Add my flame to ya playlist.
Come on over. Let me mellow out your New Jack Swang.
After I leak this.
Take that kink out of ya Diamond chain link necklace.
I may sing like Retha. But ya not about to add me to ya Chain of Fools
record. Add me only to your chain of tools for The Playground.
Baby, I ain't no fool.
Don't, scrooge.
Stop hate.
Watch it dissipate.
This Diva is Destine Bound.
Hunting Destiny Markers found.
Rewriting Destiny Plans.
I am leaving fairy dust behind.
My trail.
Cause I told ya.
I see clearly.
Not cloudy.
I don't have the time fa ya.
Jive. Happy Thanksgiving.
I can't wait to visit Turkey.
Rewriting stories is my jam.
Keep Ya Green Eggs & Ham.
Sam, I Am Not!
Pretend
I'm ya, Meagan the Stallion today.
Be ya
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-odyOdy-ody-ody-odyody-ody-ody (mwah) Thot.
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About the Creator
Denelsia Walker
Poet, Author, Musician, & Adult Enter Model. My Brand is HOEZBWINNING via Amazon Merch on Demand. Plus am an Amazon Influencer. Founder of Delcia Secrets Contoured LLC custom-made lingerie. Creator of International Poetry Whore FB Group.
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