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Listen to my words and desire me my sun-ripened lady
For I will be as magniloquent and indiscreet
as a biblical poet
The sculpting of your Siamese contour
pours into my empty cup like apricot brandy
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
and it satisfied me deeper than mere friction
Aphrodite has kissed your firm twins
As a cluster from the vineyards of Glen-Eden
on a sun-drenched September afternoon
Secretory perfumes from your pubic stubble
And gardenia from your thick locks
so fragrant I see their scent
I take them in with every sense engorged
SELAH
When I make you moan and frown
you stare vertically through closed eyes
Then drunkenly mutter, “I cum”
When I breach your lips, north and south in unison
we give birth to the child of incandescence
She has your raven eyes.
I look into them and I see the light of Aioue
Her aura is primal, fleeting, and beyond intoxication
We become one flesh in the eyes of the cosmos
I see you my love, my friend!
These words are meant for one who is brooding for loves
They who walk with heaven beneath their feet
live under the shade of authenticity
Walk with me under the cloak of shadows
CHAIYYA
At this moment your honeyed cream remains on my palate
When I showed you how we French kiss
yes those are the moments!
Bedeviled nectars are not devilish, but imbibed in the shade
Nay, they are turned rancid only by the manufactured light
that casts the shadow from our cloak
Therefore, no one shall judge our chamberings
When we are not together I wax
For me the duplicity is hard
but I cannot live without pleasures!
I savor the darkness as per the design of the ancients
who learned to love and to invent pleasures
They are familial ghosts from a region in my belly
and we commune
SELAH
The inclinations I have toward paramours
has been buried so deeply
that I cannot locate from whence they come
In the balance between propriety and abandon
I have chosen what is in front of me
I will be reminded of my choices
when we walk again
I don’t know if I love you
because I hate that word
Maybe someday I’ll invent a better one
My beautiful little doxy
I cannot nor would not sponge away
the scent of your existence from my mind
nor the music of your moans from my ears
Every now and then you come to me
A starlit voyager upon a late winter eve
A solitary knight riding through winds
'neath soft soaking rain
You wear my heart on your sleeve
Every now and then you come to me
to these silent halls of my daring arms
you whisk me off my feet
We share our first intimate dance
face to face with a sweet sour faith
of a forbidden release
Every now and then you come to me
like pearls of settled dew covering my hair
Your fingers weave threads of emotion
as you whisper forgotten promises in my ear
Every now and then you come to me
Like hot showers of wild fire
burning a thousand kiss
a thousand kiss still trailing
on the bare glow of my hips
Every now and then you come to me
an evanescent moment of stolen bliss
a leaning shadow beside my pillow
A slipping thought touching my lips
The nature's smell of Sodom
Parades war scent;
Smells it like Saddam's nose
To safeguard his own darling kingdom
How watching designs ascent
To save millions from foes
Which makes room for continuing lust
And finds it difficult afterwards to adjust
Even when no war seems around the corner
Yet they fear and doubt every foreigner
Iraq is to war what Sodom is to transgression
Yet He's full of mercy in anger cum genuine confession
To them sins kill boredom
The only happiness florescent
Which measure up her woes
Open destruction bestows
Warnings for fire to save autumn
Before timing bomb explodes without consent
The esthesis of Gomorrah
Lives in the deep Dead sea
To win the game away karma
How much plead will erase guilty?
When hearts feel cool hosting pleasure
How fear parades fate without check
Gearing up with joy for whatever becomes her Camorra
But with gut, the degree of the wrath eyes don't see
Except for the amusement audience did see in drama
What reasoning could have tagged absurdity
Is of high rate for worth as high as of treasure
So heavy; the one her ship can't stand cum wreck
To them wickedness strengthen ego
Her contest among dominant men
Forgiveness being enslaved in terror
Of endless quest trying times won't forego
Or bring to justice and be put into den
To face its own end in lonely terror
You sneeze; loud rowdy thunder strikes
Sins are irritants Your nose dislikes
Yet man's expulsion is involuntarily
For Your anger strikes temporarily
How come they don't see compassion
That brought on them such wrath; their eyes passion
Smell out
Turn about
You know me
Nothing surprise Thee
For nothing is hidden
Those that are forbidden
By Your commandments off caution
Which have done without precaution
Oh grow-up nose mask; smell not
For my sins are so hot
That You won't inhale such dirts periodically
Let alone You get to exhale spasmodically
I grew up in a house where quiet girls
were taught to mute their magic,
to inherit hunger as habit,
to wear obedience like a charm against chaos.
But a rebel lived beneath my ribs~
a spark fierce enough to trouble the gods,
a flame Prometheus might have hidden
in the hollow behind my heart.
I carried three hundred pounds of silence,
a body built from borrowed belief,
each pound a pledge to mediocrity
I never meant to make.
Like Demeter searching the underworld,
I wandered through my own shadowed depths,
both seeker and captive,
both the darkness and the one defying it.
Breath became my rebellion,
rising against the old stories,
moving through me with a slow, steady courage
loosening the lies stitched into my skin.
I shed the self-spun shackles
that shaped my silence,
the silk-thin stories I once mistook for truth.
I stripped away the soft-voiced scripts
that said appetite was identity,
that desire was disorder,
that change was a forbidden fire.
I felt the ego’s elaborate costume begin to crumble~
its velvet vanities, fretwork of fear,
its lace-lined legends that kept me bound
to borrowed belief.
I let them fall like false finery,
a quiet cascade of discarded myths
as I stepped into the woman I was meant to become.
Like Gair splitting the sky,
I tore through the tyranny of my conditioning.
I rose lighter, sharper,
a woman remade by defiance~
a rebel who returned to herself.
the will of the pen knows no bounds
but limited to the will of the writers hand
like the tone of a melody without sound
waiting for the cue from the band
the face of a painting has no features
except those the artist wishes to convey
as the student of life has no teachers
except those one wishes to obey
the mind of the artist knows no justice
except the judgement delivered by the land
for the wrath of nature lusts in
the embrace of chaos' arms at hand
the scholar may quest for that which is forbidden
though the will of the body remains untamed
for the strength of the mind lay hidden
in a philosophers temple in a philosophers brain
the warriors will to fight for glory
strengthened through each land he drifts
yet the screams in his dreams and stories
tells him how much peace is a gift
as the pen of history continues to move
inviting prince time to take part in chance
the celestial bodies start to groove
on the universes stage in a cosmic dance
it is the meekest of men to quest for equality
as the soul of the universe aligns with the brute
yet in the eyes of the artist one is taught to see
when the warrior speaks peace, his lips numb mute
the will of chaos runs parallel to the universe
as does history to plasma in veins
for the gift of peace is mans biggest curse
in a world he quest to claim
The tree of life
In the garden of Eden
Its fruits looked delicious
But God had forbidden,
Adam and Eve, to touch this tree,
God planted it there for humanity
To teach the difference between right and wrong.
Sadly this is where everything went wrong.
Eve spoke to the serpent one day,
And this is what this snake had to say,
God gave man free will to choose,
If you prefer, how can you lose?
Silly Eve believed the snake,
And proceeded to make a mistake,
She looked up at the tasty tree
And picked a scrumptious apple
She did this with the greatest of ease
And did not have to grapple,
Eve did not care that she had ignored
The wisdom and truth of God
Nor was she aware
Of the wrong pathway of life,
That she had trod.
Instead, she bit the apple,
Then shared it with Adam,
Who willingly had a bite
Taking it from Eve, the greedy madam.
Encouraged by the evil Serpent
The forbidden tree tempts Eve
Eve tempts Adam,
Power and greed draw all three.
My forbidden fruit
How lovely you are
How so delicious I imagine you to taste on my lips..
How delightful you infuriate me with your gentle teasing.
You enjoy playing with the woman you desire.
Everything you say intensifies and sweet fully dominates my desires towards you
I secretly adore you.
I adore everything about you.
Even your moments of stubbornness glows, like pure, irresistible, masculinity in my eyes.
As pure, rich, golden honey, slowly drips from its honeycomb,
so does my eyes slowly takes its time when its upon you ,
soaking in every inch of gorgeous.
My thoughts behold you without my permission.
Yes !
Silently, my soft heart whispers to you
Yes !
I do want you as much as you want me .
Yet strongly and firmly my lips utters to you NO .
Again
You reminded me what passion feels like.
You reminded me that having a man around feels so precious safe and beautiful.
You reminded me that there is happiness with two.
You offer me everything my heart craves
Everything my heart wants and everything my heart needs
You freely offer me so much,
Yet the only thing I take from you, is one last glance ,
As I step away from you,
and turn to the one who makes me forget all these beautiful things, and replaces them with harsh heart ache, neglect and helpless sorrows
and hope that one day he becomes like you .
WE are kin of the soil
but dig with bare hands only what needed and no more
what are my bones function?
there is the answer but I am forbidden to give it
i am to swallow all this raw meat
and what if the meat is maggotous?
what if the meat is breast cancer?
what if the meat is smoke-polluted?
what if the meat is mold-riddled?
what if the meat is wet from someone else's ?
how am I to know the truth?
never will I know.
is this why no one else takes this thing seriously?
and what is covered with a bit of tar emriculated pavement --
not tarred but organic and tarless emriculated -- as my knees
like lemons when I kneel on it -- I have nothing to fall down
to lose so I kneel in her tireless, humid, viscous astringency --
and all the arteries of my body cry out with their own unique melody
when I kneel to receive my fecund material gift from the dirt -
and this body now crushed in this specific form is the very image
of an ultimate answer to my continual dilemma of achieving what is
defined and defined is that it's onewe are kin of the soil
:: 03.05.2022 ::
(*Onew Condition: the ability to freeze the atmosphere with a lame joke or gesture; to be
excessively clumsy.)
If demons had wings they'd find they're way to her heart,
It's a blasphemous affair
She's white linen fabric and I,a pitiable being
Our differences make us beautiful creatures
These are the forbidden thoughts I have of her...
Her father has purchased crutches for the man who is to champion her chambers,
I care less, at this point I died when she grabbed my breath only to give it to me after she exited the room,
Lately my sheets wake up to a fragrance of hope,
A taste perhaps.... It's like she visited tonight
And I tasted her in my dreams...
This is beyond sorcery,complete addiction
She's nicotine and tar, Gin and olives...
The thought of her has me stumbling to the memory of our first date,
As I looked in her eyes and she conversed of her deepest insecurities...
Ice cream dates are great but on this one I left the kiosk with a melted heart.
At this point i can't listen to advise....there's no reasoning with a man feeling love
And when we last touched I licked my fingers
This level of lust is disgusting!
It reach its peek her cheeks turned pink like a sunshine blooming over clouds making its entrance to be beautified by the land
She looked at him as if he was hers
A shelf was dug out from her heart withdrawals of his name as she only saw one man that was him indeed
Independently cast out to stare him as he walked in distance
The way her eyes would sink in to his presence it’s like he was the Grim Reaper as he snatched her soul and heart right through her body
He is a saint a God to Dorothy’s life
They are not married but one is involved
Although that feeling is forbidden
There is not even a joy trolling to see their united happiness
I could never tell when Dorothy is sad or happy it always confused me all the time when I walk pass her house seeing her staring at the figment of the sunset
The same direction that he would normally pop up like a canoe sailing in a heavy thunderstorms penetrating the ocean
You could see her impatient aura as she impose any beings existence
She only waits and she only seek to see hers truly although she sometimes wonder if there is any other woman in his head as much as she thinks about him
She did think of breaking the wall in inviting his feeling also...
Finally he eventually popped up although he was running behind Dorothy’s mental schedule
He slowly waved at Dorothy as he walks pass her yard
Dorothy decided to speak
“Hi would you like to join me for a cup of tea” As she looked at him filled with goosebumps splashing alongside with curiosity on his reply while biting the lower lip “I’d love too” he replied with a huge smile that definitely brighten up Dorothy’s being
She felt like an Angel returning to heaven to speak with its God.
Ashleigh Ngoqo