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| *written for JD unfulfilled wishes* Just Thinking... What would you say if I came over and locked your door? That is... with you and me inside. Jr. is with his daddy, your friends are dismissed for the evening, night, morning and..... and the ringer turned off. Pager on vibrate but that's for later, and I'm not speaking of for the purposes of receiving messages neither. Ummmm, anyway. It's been so long since we've been alone. It's been so long since we've shared the intimacy of lovers so passionate, so intense? so SINsual... soooo uninhibited. I've been longing to feel your body so close to mine. I'm needing to feel your soul through the fire in your eyes. I can not... go one more minute more without having you, have me however it is that you desire. Yes. I want to please you and only you. Whatever it is..... I have no stamp of censorship for your fantasies for your wants and your needs. The house is ours. So, where do we begin? No room off limits No furniture is forbidden Nothing to be vetoed. What's in these bags, you ask? Well, I did a little shopping before I got here. I didn't want to take the chance of missing out on some sexual whim because we weren't prepared. Also, I've taken note of what you have been wanting to explore but I wouldn't. Well, tonight we will begin with those unexplored territories. Let's see... Handcuffs, A leather paddle, A vibrating dildo, Strap-ons..... one for your waist, the other for your thigh .....hmmmmm Various favorable gels and creams, .....some you blow on to heat up. Just imagine where that can go. Silk scarves A blindfold Well, did I miss much? Oh well, if so.... I'm sure we can improvise, right? This one just contains... strawberries, pineapples, mangos and something called passion fruit champagne, ALIZE' and vodka ....No, it's not all to drink. Well, not in a glass that is. candles ....I have this wax fetish, incenses oysters, .....I know they're your fav. scented shower gels and bubble bath scented massage oil CDs .... jazz, R&B, some fun freaky funky tunes as well. Singing: "You give me fever..." .........the latter collection is because tonight we just make love. "We'll be sex'n each other up and freak'n each other down". Famous words from GET OFF THE BUS Hell, at times we will just, to put it simply... un-abashedly F U C K. I know I said this is all about what you want but.. I have some ideas as well. Don't worry, It's all about you. You see, I have this craving to indulge myself in... YOU. I want you. All of you and I want it tonight, tomorrow and forever. To sate you, would bring me the ultimate climaxx. Where would I like for this to take place? Everywhere, of course. But, I would like to begin on the dining room table, next to the picture window. I want to see your mahogany body in the moonlight. I love way your skin glistens for our sexual escapades and I'm dying to see if the night sun's rays will Illuminate it. I'm heated to see you opened and awaiting my moist tongue's arrival .....................home. I ache to hear you gasp, in the delight of your pleasure point welcoming "her" to come in make "herself" comfortable. I love the way your body asks me if I'm thirsty then precedes to quench my thirst. I drink from the Oasis that is filled with such sweet intoxicating juices. I afford myself with the anticipation of hearing you begging me not to stop but to flicker softly over your throbbing clit. The way your body reacts to me makes the meeting of my thighs become lost in a pool of wetness of its own. To have your body tighten and then relax with your sighs of satisfaction is all that I would want. All this only after we, complete all your fantasies and desires. I'm not selfish. I can wait it's all about you, remember? Woman, if you had me locked behind your close doors.... Just what would you do with me? Well, anyway, I was .......... just thinking. A selection from Listening to Your Silence.Vol 1 ©Copyright 1999. All rights reserved. |
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| *Dedicated to my coming out.* I'm Looking For My Fantasy... by Oasis I'm among a group of people, friends and family. The topic of conversation is WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR IN A MATE? Everyone reveals what they want in a mate or what they think others will find ACCEPTABLE in what to look for in that special someone. I listen respectfully, no comments....no questions. Hell, it's what they are looking for, who am I to critique them. Yet, when it's my turn, everyone is a critic. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ I'm looking for someone who is..... ambitious, self-determined, honest, understanding, reliable, giving, encouraging People say, "After so long, sometimes you've gotta take what comes your way and work with it." I say, "I'm not asking for anything of someone that I'm not willing and able to give in return." compassionate, loving, affectionate, supportive, wants to share their hopes and dreams....... .....wants to know mine Friends say, "Girl, you're lookin' for the personification of an OASIS..." I say, "It's sad, when wanting the one you love, to have values and character is thought of as wishful thinking." respectful, spiritual, someone to take of me.... ....who'll allow me to take care of them Family asks, "Do you REALLY know what you're looking for? Or, is it WHO you're looking for it in that you contemplating about so hard?" I say, "I want to be the FANTASY...in essence their REALITY. The fulfillment......their COMPLETION." the ability to enjoy life, adventurous, SINsual, freaky, sexual, passionate, giving I say, "I am NOT looking for perfection. That could become tiresome. I looking for my reality......my desire." .......MY COMPLETION I'm Looking For My Fantasy................ A selection from Listening to Your Silence. Vol. I ©Copyright 1998. All rights reserved. |
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| without a voice folds held back pink bulb exposed at attention throbbing hard beckoning for it distressed needing wanting desiring calling out without a voice opening pink soft flatness escapes inquires seeks licks slowly softly flicks harder faster sucking tasting swallowing sweetness hungrily easing distress pleasing satisfying answering cry without a voice © Copyright 2001. |
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| *Written for Carrie's Blue Funkdays.* I'm in A Blue Funk Today Wee!! Push me higher, Mommy!! WEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (giggles) Mommy, mommy you're the best pusher higher upper...... (more giggles) or Having the butterflies of a high school girl as she and her sweetheart skip school to..... When looking into her soul as she faces me with whispers of how she wants to...... While lying on our blanket of memories ........making more memories. Not caring who....... .....sees ......knows or ........disapproves. Experiences of a lifetime, All under the heavens of Sky BLUE. I'm in a Blue funk today........ It's a boy!! Glowing complexion Voices expressing "ooo's" and "ahhs", as I caress, admire and show-off the cottony softest tiniest most precious personal monogram baby blanket, that I'll take my "litt'l man" home in...... .....such a beautiful baby BLUE. I'm in a Blue funk today...... "Wow, those are beautiful. The contrast, .......No, the luscious combination of colours is very passionate...... .......just breath taking. 00oo, Listen to this: For no other reason Than my love for you.... Roses are red Violets are BLUE. I'm in a Blue funk today...... I sit very relaxed as I listen to the continuous sounds of crashes around me. Soothing..... Comforting..... Tranquillity...... Having reflections of experiences of life both past and present. Experiencing Self-Intimacy, an emotion .........so intense .........so strong, that it's even beyond that which I share with my soul mate. The moment of Epiphany's appearance........ All this because I'm looking into the Ocean's BLUE. I'm in a Blue funk today........ ........Waiting for the Fantasy that has become MY Reality. 6 feet 2 inches tall muscular athletic build rich mocha complexion attractive What many describe as a Sistah's ultimate fantasy. very articulate excellent verbiage apparent intelligence seemingly successful Yes, definitely sperm donor material for a wanting ovary bed. ........Waiting for the Fantasy that has become MY Reality. As I take a second to appraise this answer to every hopeful grandmother-to-be, I become aware of the protruding zipper and the weakly hidden desire in the eyes of my beholder. A desire that's inevitably my beholder's .........disenchantment. But, how can I place blame in such an understandable interest? I, myself, would also be awe-stricken with the intelligence, Career-oriented, spiritual-ness and success that went along with..... breast perked just right waist fit'n trim and ass so tight which accompanies....... legs that invite the imagination to wonder, "Is the hidden Oasis between thee as sweet as a nature's fresh water spring?" .........Waiting for the Fantasy that has become MY Reality. Cocoa-flavored coloured lips, plant themselves lazily on my neck. Firm but gentle arms ease themselves around my soft middle. Pulling my back towards a slightly masked curvaceous welcoming, .......a familiar comfort .......home! ........ Waiting no more, basking in her touch, her smell ........my reality. My ears begin to tinkle (igniting a flame throughout the rest of my body) when they hear a soft low husky, SINsual yet definitely feminine whisper, "Hey babe". I smile as I watch the noticeable transformation before me; From very confident to .....unsure. Chuckling to myself, I turn in her arms for that much-anticipated sweet kiss. We walk away with our fingers entwined, Leaving this puckered zipper fantasy, The sperm donor material and The answered grandmother's prayer....... .......just watching and standing. Standing there..... .......with balls that are BLUE! OH Hell Yeah, I'M IN A BLUE FUNK TODAY!!!!! A selection from Listening to Your Silence. Vol. I ©Copyright 1998. All rights reserved. |
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| Still Me You know what? You simply amaze me of how little your mind is. All of my formal education would say to chalk it up to you "thinking inside the box". Fuck that shyt. Your Ass ain`t even made it to the dayum box. You?re still looking from your fish bowl of a world... Pointing fingers from your dayum glass house. No... Nothing tragic happened to me as a child. No... I wasn?t traumatize by the lack of good male role models growing up. No... I?ve not been jaded because of some of the shyt I?ve seen my mother, grandmother, aunts...sistern go thru because of some brotha. No... There was not a "college experiment" that has me questioning myself. No... I?m very much intoned to who I am. I know my strengths and my weaknesses. Moreover, I know that everyday there is something more to learn about me. What about you? Or, do you believe you?ve gotten it all locked up? Whatever. Chile, if you did we would not be here. You criticizing. Me trying to spoon-feed knowledge into your narrow perception of right and wrong. See, I accept me in my entirety. This complete acceptance affords me the ability to embrace the diversity in people. If diversity is too big of a word... I mean the difference between you and me. Its funny, you know. You respect me... admire me... love me... embrace me... because you are awed by my intellect, spirituality, my values, my "bedroom eyes" even until... Yeah, until you find out that I?m a woman who professes that the fuel to my inner inferno is the grace and beauty of a woman. Right. A woman. I am a woman who loves the smell of a woman. Who loves the smile on my woman?s face when she finds her scent on me. Right. A woman. I am a woman who truly sees the inner beauty of a woman. Who loves the looks of desire and longing only her woman can ignite in her soul. Right. A woman. I am a woman who loves the caress of a woman. Who loves the way her woman moans when she is thinking of the last time I kissed her "there". Right. A woman. I am a woman who loves the melodic songs that only a woman can compose. Who loves the whispers of her woman that no one else hears because she?s telling me with her eyes. Right. A woman. I am a woman who loves the taste of a woman. Who loves it when the sweetness within me is the only quencher that will sate my woman?s thirst. Right. A woman. Look.. It?s like this. It?s a way of life for me... NOT a lifestyle. In a lifestyle there is choice. I have none. It?s just me. Unlike you, who has chosen to despise me for accepting and living my life... Where I?m true to me. Its funny, you know. I?m still the same person you respect... admire... love... embraces... I still posses that intellect that had you in awe, my spirituality hasn?t changed except maybe becoming stronger, my values have not wavered, my "bedroom eyes"... well what can I say? So, now that you know... Have you managed to think beyond those thoughts that have kept you imprisoned in ignorance? Is there a problem? Remember this... It is still Me. © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved |
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| *Written for the pain of rejection* Must have been the Rejecter There is an old saying that says something about better to have lost at love than to not have known love or some shit like that...... The motherfucker who said that shit must have been the one turning their back on love because the one standing looking like "What the fuck just happened here?", ......JUST AIN'T FEELING THAT BULLSHIT!!!!!! A selection from Listening to Your Silence. Vol. I ©Copyright 1998. All rights reserved. |
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| Second Time This Morning? Waking for the second time this morning I think of the first Recollection of the Angel that lay next to me begging to be SINfually awaken A smile greets the memory of you stirring with a sigh because my lips lazily kissed your neck A smile greets the memory of you waking with a moan because my tongue caressed the small of your back Images of the way your eyes never opened as you turned to give me access to all that awaited my tongue's arrival ...home My eyes closed as my lips kiss your lips which lie in the lowland of your most precious being My pallet welcomed with a sweet juices that hungrily escape to be consumed My desire intensified as I heard you softly whispers... "Baby" as you reach for the back of my head? gently bringing me deeper? causing my nose to smell freely ? causing my chin to bathe in? causing my face to be drench with? ...the sweet stickiness I lose myself in the thoughts of you calling my name asking me to stop yet positioning your body whereas I was now on my back as your pussy and ass rested on my face I escape in the memory of you turning the tables and taking control of the situation by riding me into a 69 position Setting the scene for this Lyoness to fall and surrender begging to be licked harder and rode softer causing an eruption that afforded the neighbors to hear my cumming of the new dawn. As I lie here remembering I hear your eyes open and feel your thoughts replay what occurred just before daybreak Your arms pull me close as I am Waking for the second time this morning and thinking of the first ©Copyright 2001 All rights reserved. |
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