Poem by Thomas L. White III
I often fantasize when she’s not around
Of ways to caress her body, while we lay our loving down
Her skin is so brown and so tasty sweet
From the top of her head to the bottom of her beautiful feet
The way she strolls into the room, lets me know it’s all good
Whether she’s wearing Victoria Secrets or Fredrick’s of Hollywood
You see I’m in love with her body, but even more so with her mind
Infatuated when I see her coming, and drained when I view her from behind
I know she was made perfect, voluminous with style and flair
Though she comes in many shades, straight hair, locks or braids
She’s oh so much more then “just her hair”
When I see my Queen appear, I’m truly mesmerized,
So I love her with passion while being sincere so she can hear the dove’s cries
As the sweat from her sexy body drips down on my chest
We change positions quite often till she tells me which one feels the best
I slowly stick out my tongue to circulate the nipples on my queen’s breast
While rubbing her inner thighs on the journey down to her royal love nest
She brightens my every day, appears in my darkness like a sunray
In her world I’m the only gourmet, in mine she’s the perfect entrée
So I make her melt like butter on hot toast
Spread my love all over her body, like gravy on a hot roast
Treat my beautiful darkness as a rare jewel like a diamond from the Ivory Coast
Because she’s more than a five star guest so I’ll forever be her ten star host
See I lived inside a Queen for nine months; It’s the safest place I’ve ever been
So my brothers there’s nothing wrong with going down south every now and then
But this poem really isn’t about sex, nor is it about lust
Yet these things I say about my black Queens, I just say because I must
It’s just time we learn to keep it real and face up to a few things
Like giving up what’s due to the beautiful darkness we call…Black Queens
©2000 Thomas L. White III
WRAPPED IN PERFECTION, BODY HELPLESS
CONSUMED BY FIRE
OUR BODIES SENDING SIGNALS FREELY INCITING
OUR MINDS,SEDUCED BY THE ALLURING AROMA’S
IN THE AIR
WE CAN’T DENY, IT’S WHAT WE BOTH HUNGER AND THIRST
HAND UPON MY BREAST, HAND UPON MY THIGH, AS WE GLIDE
CAUSING SWEET JUICES TO ARISE
FINGERS DOWN TO THAT SPOT WHERE MY PASSION HIDE’S
FEELING MY FLAMES OF DESIRE….BOILING TO A POINT SO YOU
1…2…3 IN AND THE STREAMING SWEAT BEGINS
DRUNK IN HEAT, I’M UNDER YOUR SPELL…IT’S HOT SO HOT
AS THE FLAMES GROWS HIGHER AND HIGHER…BODIES TINGLING
FROM HEAD TO FEET
TO SURRENDER FOR YOU TO GIVE ME WHAT MY BODY NEEDS
I HAVE THIS BURNING DESIRES….PUT THESE FLAMES OUT
RAW, SENSUAL,REAL….JUICES RUNNING….CULMINATING
IN ECSTASY AS YOU ENTER TO APPEASE
I WANT IT
I NEED IT
I BREATHE IT
SCREAMING IN AN EXOTIC TONE…OUR SWEET NECTAR BEGINS TO FLOW AS WE POOL TOGETHER FILLING THESE BURNING DESIRES OF ERUPTIONS….MIND IN ANOTHER FAZE REALIZING DAMN BROTHER YOU HAD ME SPEAKING IN TONGUES
NOT THAT’S HOW A SISTER IS SUPPOSE TO GET LAID
There is a chink in my armor and a kink in my chain.
Words laden with distaste looking to make waste of someone that I not even seen their face…but they are echos of my unmet needs and expectations…
This was written by Derrick Williams
People, people come and people go . Some leave fast and others leave slow, a few stick around til your dead in the ground but some leave as soon as the leaves begins to fall. Still and all they’re all just people. Friends, acquaintances, lovers, mentors, foes…etc…people in all shapes, sizes and colors…all races, religions and sexes….beautiful as individuals. if you respect them, most likely they will respect you back, so feed them, clothe them and love them…if they want your coat give them your shirt too….
One of the great joys of being a photographer is being able to make the camera catch what you see and feel. And then, sharing it with the subject and showing them a side that was always in them, maybe buried under layers of other crap, but it’s there. Age, weight, hair color, sags, scars, marks… they just don’t matter.
More at his site http://davidwolanski.com/
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Screams so loud they can never be heard but hurt to feel them within.
Electromagnetic storms ravaging your thoughts and holding you still like glue.
A stainless steel net stopping you from expanding as self doubt grips you as self esteem slips off of the cold steel that is the only warmth you can touch.
I drove away from someone yesterday and she contacted me later and asked why I drive my car so fast.
I said I shifted from 1st to second at 5,000 rpm and to third at 4,500 rpm but if was not that I wanted to get There faster but that I did want to be Here any longer.
I want my heart to beat faster and knot/not feel so heavy in my chest.
She said aren’t you afraid of breaking something on your car?
I am more afraid of what is broken within than anything I can buy.
You have more please to do not be less with the Blessings you have.
Your Blessings are the springboard for your aspirations.
You have inspired others in more ways than you think.
PAIN RIDE SUCH AS LIFE EVERYTHING SITS IN THE DARK
TILL MORNING LIGHT….
BLOWING SMOKE IN THE WIND
JUST DON’T CARE NO MORE
PAIN TEARING YOU DOWN
FAILURE KNOCKING AT YOU AT IN
ITS MOST TEMPTING GAME
BITTER SWEET PAIN TRYING TO IMPLANT IT’S DEFECTS
GOT NEWS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLOWING SMOKE IN THE WIND AT YOU TOO
FEELING WEAK ..SLOW TASKS UNDONE…. TAKING IT
ALL IN AS IT COMES….
IN MANY FORMS BUT WITH EACH
THAT COMES I GROW STRONG
BLOWING SMOKE IN THE WIND
PAIN YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN WIN
PAIN TALKING BEHIND MY BACK
LAUGHING IN MY FACE
LYING TO DISPLACE… WHILE ALL IN MY FACE
TRYING TO TAKE CONTROL
DAMN THIS MUTHA BOLD
GOOD THING I’VE BEEN TAUGHT HOW TO BOUNCE AROUND
YOUR CHAOTIC MESS….
PAIN THANKS FOR THE MOTIVATION
CAUSE EACH TIME YOU COME .. AND I KNOW YOU WILL REMEMBER .YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ..
IN THE SHADOW’S
IS WHERE I WILL BE..
ANYTIME YOU COME NEAR
I’M BLOWING SMOKE LIKE YOU NEVER BEEN
STARLET WILLIAMS http://www.facebook.com/starletw
There is a dark side to every human.
In this dark side lives Pain, fear, anger and hate.
And in the pain, fear, anger and hate lives freedom.
It is this freedom that beckons to be explored.
Getting there is easy the hard part is getting back.
For to get there and come back one must travel through
Madness and it is the madness that strips the humanity from ones