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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.

*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.
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.
*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.
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
*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.

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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