Love Always,
Naturally Alise
Please refer to me as a sexy nerd....
Attracted to the utterances of the likeminded .....
I am enchanted by creative expression
... simply said words turn me on...
The foreplay of your witty banter nibbles on my ears...
Arousing me with adjectives
.....seducing with syllables,
Don't get me wrong: I do enjoy the emotions in your hearts ocean,
but best believe the size of your word power matters...
You penetrate me intellectually ,
And my mind wraps around you.
Expressing yourself in postions I never imagined.
The dictionary is our kama sutra.
Poetry is our candlelight.
You illuminate the deepest caverns of my mind.
Conversation is our bedroom .....
I am not intimidated by intelligence,
In fact I want to be immersed in it,
Inundated until I explode....
I scream out analogies and idioms...
I pulsate with multiple eargasms
And after you cuddle me new concepts...
Lighlty stroke my face with similies
Protecting me in the arms of your prose...
And we slowly slip into a smalltalk slumber
YOUR TURN...................
14 comments:
Bite Me....
Feeling your hands on the small of my back make me tremble. I can hear my heart beating, feel the sweat dripping, and while you gripping my hips moving to the beat. Mental thoughts race through my mind trying to find a reason why I shouldn't be here. There are none, I'm glad that you're the one I'm here with. No more lying to myself or to you. This is how we are supposed to be. Feeding each other to satisfy that need. That craving, there's no mistaking that this love we're making is real. Love heals, love gives, love cries, as I'm doing right now, crying rivers of love as you pulse deep within my heat, where my soul lives. Feeling you lift me to turn me over to kiss me your lips on my lips make my lips quiver...biting them gently hearing animalistic sounds come from your body sends electric shocks through by bloodstream while making me cream I speak, pulse getting weak, I didn't know this is how it would go, you fulfilling my desire to become a vampire......
@Phat Gurl Love ... that is hot, hot, HOT!
love is a con a pimped used to get the little girl to give up her sex
love is a trick turned to make little men feel big for a moment
love is a joke used to make the miserable laugh
love is the biggest game of all
an immaterial show drunk off oos and ahhs
love can turn anyone into a fool
foolish to believe in love you'll get played to
and when it fades what have you to show?
a stamp on your hand saying "love's new hoe"
Lifetime Love
I bring home the turkey bacon and I’ll fry it up in the pan, I’ll build you up and making you feel more than the man, I’ll cook you delicious gourmet meals accompanied with the perfect wine, feed you delectable desserts made of chocolate, fruit or caramel all while making sure you never miss a play of the game. I can be your undercover cheerleader, biggest public supporter, relax your body and tub of steamy water scented with eucalyptus oils to release the stress that the world has put on you. I can take away all your pain, make you escape the harsh realities of the world all while making what I do look flawless and effortless b/c I don’t want you to have to work any harder than you already do. I can treat you like the King you think you are and I know you to be and never let the soils of the world experience the luxury of your touch that I guard selfishly with the wrath of a mother lioness. Let me massage your shoulders and take that weight, let me rub your back and take that pain, let me hold your hands and take those burdens, and rest. Rest on my bosom in safety and security that lies in my arms. All of your cares let me stroke them away from the waves of thought that rest on the crown of your head. Melt away with each caressing touch of love on your arm as the melody of my voice sings songs of praise to you. And as we get intimate on dimensions not seen by the naked eye, connecting in ways that can only be classified as cosmic miracles, as we intertwine our beings becoming one, let my smile give you warmth and my kiss give you bliss as I make love to your life because your body is a mere token to the prize that is your eternity and our forever.
I am not a poet so I won't even dare to put some lingusitics in this area but I so love this line:
The dictionary is our kama sutra.
I am currently dating someone who's wordplay is like ridic so this is so fitting.
U rock!
Because you know the right thing to say,
and because you don't have to say a thing.
Because you can tell what I feel, and already know what I think.
Because the yours are the arms I need when the world just ain't right.
Because of the way you make that precious time.
Because when we met, I felt something click.
Because you felt it, too. No shit.
Because you help me be something more than I am.
That's why I love you. Just because, man.
@eysqueen... how did i know you would post something like that, that's why i lub ya! lol
@Naturally Sarcastic "my kiss give you bliss as I make love to your life" that line gave me life.. you hear me? LIFE!
@Dannigyrl.. thank you lady, that is actually my favorite poem and most oft requested
@amymay... that was so sweet, i think i have a cavity :)
Making Music...
Bodies banging out a beat...
Pelvic bones on percussion...
You whisper in my ear...
I close my eyes and feel u thumping...
Chest to chest...mouths meet in heat...
We taste so good,
I'm struggling...
To keep myself from arriving too soon...
From a rhythm that causes eruptions...
Vocals rock with the rush we've got...
I hear u saying something...
Gripping hips, pulling hair, arching back, calling God and cussing...
Middles bump and grind to the knock of the bass drum...
Back arches, body rolling like the ancestors it come from...
Licks and kisses exchanged when lips and hips meet...
Brings in the horns, strings, and high hats and the rhythm retreats...
Climaxed, collapsed, song over, but the track's on repeat...
Eye contact and we slide back inside the boom bap of our beat...
no other artist can remix this joint or put on a better show...
No words when we part, souls bonded deeper than heart..
cuz we connected at The Roots a long time ago...
Dayum, Goody!
Long ago and oh so far away I fell in love with you before the second show.....
I miss your essence
Hanging around you
Seeing you work, play, enjoy life
Before things got hard
Life happened
And we had to grow up
I miss your smile
Laughing with your whole body
Looking at me intently
As if you were really interested
In what I had to say
Reunions are weird
Memories of what was
Mourning what could have been
Looking forward to what might become
Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby...
Never thought I'd see you
Again
Again
Thought I had buried
How I felt about you
Don't want to go back
Would be interested in moving forward
But we each bring
New baggage
More grown up life stories
New family
Old friends and former loves
Suitcases and duffel bags
Getting to know you again
Finding even more in common
Another reason to want to be
Close to you
Like before
Emotionally noncommitted
One day
Maybe
Main focus is your happiness
It's alright, it's alright ooh baby, it's alright, it's alright, alright now...
It started as a race
Neither of us wanted to win
A fight within
Pouring out into each other
Calf’s cramping
Thighs thumping
Legs lingering
The sweat was dripping
Our hearts were punching
One step…then another
We started slow
Then began to warm up
One mile down
Feet fleeting
Toes tingling
Knees kicking
Five miles down
We passed that wall
What started as a race
Became a marathon
arch back / purr
like satisfied cat
spine-tinglin / hip
tremblin / ebony mass
oooooh baby / you know
how i / like it like
like it like / like it
like that
There is something special about re-cycled love.
Some oh, so familiar fit, like a pair of well worn gloves.
Being with you is like deja-vu.
Cus back in the days I was your high school Boo.
You remember how we used to?
Me and you, cutting school.
Sneaking to your parents house so that we could act a fool.
Were you the one that taught me that?
Did you cause my habit of throwing it back like that?
How I enjoy my hair tugged, yeah, that's a fact!
U were my homie, I loved having you around.
Once the Quiet Storm hit, you'd make my "love come down".
We grew up, grew apart and then you left town.
Baby, I'm glad that we got back in touch. I'm a grown woman now and there is so much more we can do. I look forward to coming without a doubt. No need for a pillow to muffle my shouts. Yeah, I'm a grown woman, but you can't be doing what you did!
Shhh, you gonna wake up da kids!
Orgasmic Revelation in The Key of Metaphor
He is both a fresh Spring breeze
Of the first warm day out of
A dark and lonely Winter
And the pungent cloud of my favorite
PURPLE HAZE
I am addicted
His swagger is art in motion
A chiseled frame moving through space
I want to move with him in a
Libidinous cacophonic symphony
Dance a rhythm of sweet ecstasy
Crashing and writhing against each other
Reminiscent of thunder and lightning
As he keeps me wetter than the rain
I yearn to taste him
Be full of this tangible masculinity
Pleasure permeating our entwined bodies
Leaving no room for error-a perfect vacuum
As I marinate in sticky, saline dreams
Rocking in and out, in and out of this time
Concupiscent mist covering our ethereal existence
Reveling in the deep, resounding echoes of our
Subconsciously coordinating sighs and moans
With our last feverish breaths
We... sing... a song of ...
Sexual satisfaction
Orgasmic revelation
Sealed
with
a
kiss.
by pbg
10/31/06
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