Writing is an escape unmatched, my stories will allow any reader to mentally travel to any destination I paint with my words.
So enjoy the ride...I come in peace or pieces.
There is nothing more heartfelt than the kindness of a perfect gentleman, to spoil you with love, hugs and big strong arms ready to extend, the type of gentleman that says excuse me as he rips the buttons off my top, delicately lifting me onto the sink rising my skirt, using his mouth swirled around with his tongue on my nipples to make the sound pop.
I think he does it on purpose.... Walking around the house with those boxers shorts fitting in all the right places just for my eyes to see.
Please Be Awake
A sent location on my phone leads me on an adventure only to arrive at the center of a beautiful grassy plain, I look around and notice you sitting across a blanket fully nude embracing the aroma of the bladed terrain.
He said he wanted a poem but I really didn’t know what to write about, sitting in the sand but my mind ran from every season in the drought, should I say something freaky like I want to be on my knees with my hands tied behind my back and you dancing in my throat.....na that’s not it.
I wanna make love to a poet. Let him literally lick me into alliteration like a little sticky lollipop, couplet on my clit laced with thick bubbly white spit.
Having a dry spell is no walk in the park, it’s no fun, it’s like being in quicksand trying to run. Violently scraping my brain looking for words to put together, metaphors wrapped around neck like a freshly knit turtleneck sweater. Stuffing letters inside my mouth gagging on verbs, filling my shoes with cement and dropped off the pier into the sea of rambling ideas. Foul, evil and cruel, destroying peace and creating chaos, stirring my mind in a bowl of tacks I look down to see punctuation leaking through the holes in my head, kicking dirt in my fucking face, prying my eyelids open only to be sprayed with mace. You are a disgrace, hypocritically profane, you kiss your mother with that mouth? I’m cutting the wire, I’m no longer your puppet, your bitch, free from all the negativity you are a liar. I’d pull your card but it seems your whole life has already been a game, so sit back and watch as I sign my name with this blood oath to give writer’s block a new name.
Come with me, place all of your troubles at my feet before you enter, your time with me is the prototype of love’s design.
I stayed up all night listening to how your free trial on love expired, spiritually and emotionally drained I heard the words come from your lips exhausted saying you were tired.