I felt you

I felt you
i felt you, surrounded by the aura of sweet nothings
the honey perfumed lacing of sentiments
eloquently osculating off high temperatured frames
words unspoken, as the language of bodies
spoke through the sounds of hushed movements
murmuring pampered whispers of intimacy
and you felt me
you felt me
you felt me in that moment
and in that moment, there was no you or i
just the singular thought of we
clinging to the exchange of semi soft secrets
passed through the placing of velvety surrender
where we melted in unison
together

"STRAIGHT BLACK…..NO CREAM" (Confessions Of A Coffee Fiend) by R. L. Hilliard

Coffee Ma'am? Yes, please……………..

Don't bring me no damn cream….it's straight black coffee for me!

You see I've sampled brews from all over the world, but the one I chose is just like my Man….Straight black….no cream, Hot and  rich bold flavor and always soulful!

I savor the flavor of my coffee…. as he touches my lips……..

yeah, I go downtown for my coffee….I've made a many a trips.

He longs for the kiss of my mahogany Miss.

I fien for the bean, if you know what you I mean……

My coffees always sweet and never tastes bitter……..

he's freshly brewed, whenever I hit him!

I like my coffee straight black….wit no taste cream.

I rise in the morning for my coffee and have another sip right before I dream.

If you had to label me….label me…a straight up coffee fiend!

I like to drink my coffee right out the pot….

I like him when he's piping hot……

Damn, it feels good, when my coffee…hits the spot!

He keeps me up all night….coffee makes me feel just right.

Folks say too much caffeine ain't good for you….

But what's a fiend like me to do? I took one taste and I was through.

My coffees Taster's Choice and he's "good down to the last drop."

I got's to have my coffee…..man I just can't stop!

Now I ain't sayin' I'm an authority or tryin' to be no coffee connoisseur….

but I do like my coffee….untainted…straight black…au natural' and pure.

When he goes down….my coffee heats me all over and satisfies me..… through and through. Sometimes I just hold my coffee….looking into him…inhaling his aroma….admiring the flawlessness of his ebony hue.

I bet if you knew coffee, like I….knew coffee……Sistah girl……

You'd….fien' for coffee too!

*Remixed from the female version*

Lap Dance

THE BASS IN THE MUSIC JIGGLES MY RUMP
THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING THIS,IN MY THROAT THERE'S A LUMP
HE'S STARING AT MY FRAME AS I SLOWLY APPROACH
I LEAN ON HIS KNEES,PULL THE BLUNT FROM HIS MOUTH AND TAKE A TOKE

PRESS MY LIPS CLOSE TO HIS AND HE SUCKS THE SMOKE INSIDE
THE BEAT PULSATES THROUGH MY PUSSY AND IM READY TO RIDE
HE SAY'S "DANCE FOR ME BABY"WITH A SEDUCTIVE SMILE
I SAY "SURE THING DADDY"AND I SLOWLY TURNED AROUND

GRINDING ALL THIS ASS TO THE LEFT,THEN I SHIMMY IT TO THE RIGHT
THEN I BOUNCE ONE CHEEK AT A TIME SUCH A LOVELY SIGHT
BENDING OVER AT THE WAIST SO HE CAN SEE MY SPLIT
I PULL MY PANTIES TO THE SIDE AND I EXPOSE MY CLIT

I LOOK BACK AT HIM,IN HIS EYES THERE'S A FIRE
THE THUMP OF THIS BEAT ONLY HEIGHTENS OUR DESIRE
I REMOVE THOSE PRETTY PANTIES THAT HE LOVES FOR ME TO WEAR
HIS EYES SHOW SUPRISE WHEN HE SEES IM VOID OF HAIR
AND WE STARE

IM WATCHING HIM WATCH ME
BENDING OVER TO THE FRONT TAKING THESE HEELS OF MY FEET
RAISING MY FOOT STICKING A TOE IN HIS MOUTH
THE BASS IS GETTING SO STRONG IT'S SHAKING THE HOUSE

HE PREPARES A SEAT FOR ME IN THE COMFORT OF HIS LAP
SEEING MY HESITATION HE GIVES HIS LEG A TAP TAP
I SIT DOWN GENTLY AND PLACE MY HANDS BEHIND HIS HEAD
GRINDING HARD AND SLOW TO J.HOLIDAY'S BED

HE REACHES AROUND AND TENDERLY KNEADS MY BREAST
AND IM KEEPING THE RHYTHEM TO HIS URGENT CARESS
WHISPERING IN MY EAR "BABY THROW IT BACK"
I DO AS IM TOLD AND HE GIVES MY ASS A SMACK

ROLLING THIS THING AROUND TO THE BEAT OF THE GROOVE
GRINDING HARD AGAINST HIM AND HE SCREAMS OUT OOOH
AND THE JUICES FROM HIS LOVE SEEPS THROUGH HIS CLOTHES
I LEAN BACK AND KISS HIS LITTLE NOSE

LOOKING IN MY EYES HE'S DEEP IN A TRANCE
HE NEVER KNEW HE COULD CUM,FROM RECEIVING A LAP DANCE

Been feeling real good today, seems like things are slowly but surely getting better! I pray that it does because the stress and pain i can no longer take. My drive has been slowed, my sun had turned to clouds. I'm ready to get back my flowers that added color into my life. That little extra umph that made me who i am. Ready to be that woman that everyone knew. That light in the middle of a dark room...

I bleed ink and breathe metaphors;

Snort words like cocaine and mainline verbs;

I fiend for paper like a convict for pussy;

I move for no man but an ink pen can push me;

I cry in ultraviolet and sweat in ball point;

Inhale artistry like daVinci rolled a joint;

When I blink I see letters; and when I’m asleep

I wet-dream about lyrical seductions stroking me deep;

I live on pages both digital and loose-leaf blue-lined;

My reality is a notebook and an altered state of mind;

Rhyme-tatted to the bone with adjectives and nouns;

I’m free in these bars; unchained, and double-bound;

I’m covered in ink stains;

Have expressions in my veins;

Melody in my brains;

Spend vocabulary like change;

I see what you won’t;

Create what you don’t;

Wear my lexicon for clothes;

Naked under my prose;

I’m strung out with conviction.

I shoot up without contrition;

Life is my affliction;

                                                                        Poetry? My addiction.

*Found this and i absolutely love it*

 a. Williams 2011 copyright Goddess, Inc.

Artwork “Ink” property of DigitalGoddess, Inc.

Trust; a sacred commodity
One which I have too willingly bestowed;
Upon those unwilling to reflect my generousity,
or foolishness perhaps;
Upon those deceitful in their agenda;
Yet no lesson is learned until it is
Truely learned; experience, the best teacher. 

For to know me, and to know me honestly,
Is to read the words of my mind, heart,
and soul.
And to know me, and to know me honeslty,
Is to allow my words to embrace your ears;
Your eyes; your own emotions;
And from my words, you will in turn,
Know me, honestly.

Until then,
Simply, Hello.

I am not ashamed

WHY ARE YOU HOLDING YOUR HEAD DOWN, LOOK AT ME
I'M NOT ASHAMED OF MY LAST NAME, THE GAME I WAS CHOSEN TO PLAY, WHERE I STAY MAY NOT PRODUCE FAME BUT IT IS MY HOME. FOR ME TO DENY MY HERITAGE I'LL END UP ALONE, SEARCHING FOR AN IDENTITY IN THIS A STATE OF MISERY, NOT UNDERSTANDING A TREE IS KNOWN BY THE FRUIT IT BARES, WHO CARES? I DO

I'M NOT ASHAMED TO SHOW I CARE, ABLE TO CRY FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S SORROW AND DESPAIR, REMOVING ALL MY SELFISH DESIRES, AND THOUGHTS, MY SELF CONTROL I HAVE LOST?, ARE YOU MAD, INSENSITIVITY IS A SIGN OF INSANITY. EMOTIONS PRODUCE SUCH HEALING PROSPECTS AND LOVE, MY GOODNESS, YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT KIND OF RESULTS TO EXPECT.
TRULY IT'S OKAY TO BE ONESELF, ORIGINAL, ONE OF A KIND, THE FIRST, LAST AND THE ONLY ONE ON THE SHELF
CONSCIOUSNESS FINDS INNER PEACE, THE INTERNAL BURNING FLAME, AND AGAIN I ASK YOU WHY, I'M NOT ASHAMED

Understand

When you pushed me aside,
I understood.
When you chose others over me,
I understood.
When you turned your back on me,
I understood.
When you abandoned me,
I understood.
But when i give up & decide to leave,
Its your turn to understand.