Verbal foreplay

It all began with a kiss,

A kiss upon lips so soft like marshmallows that left me floating on a cloud perhaps even greater than 9,

And then we looked into eachothers eyes; those beautiful eyes that reflected her soul, doubts, fears and all. And I knew, that we both knew, that we didnt know if we were soul mates, If this was love or even if we belonged together. All we knew, all that I knew, was that we lusted one another.

 

Her lips parted, like I longed for her legs to and the next thing I know, our tongues were doing the tango, the waltz, and gyrating with one another while my hands caressed her soft body. A tug on the bottom of her shirt to test the waters; when I stuck a pinky in to make sure the waters were just right, she invited me to dive in head first; within seconds her shirt and bra were on the floor.

 

Exposed, or atleast halfway there I had to take a moment or two to let my eyes soak in her form like a sponge. But I realized time was of the essence and of course our time together wasn’t limited so I didn’t have to rush but I feared her body may be working on a different clock than mine and it was trying to hurry and get off; so I kissed her again. Not on her lips this time but on her unsuspecting neck. And again on her collar bone; once more just above her breast. And now upon her soft mounds or perhaps I should say mountains before I let my entire mouth wrap itself around the tiny hard part of her mountain tops that stood readily at attention; like two eyes they watched me always staring, never blinking. So I went to work like a high powered vacuum; sucking and licking, the occasional nibble if she’s nasty switching from left to right and back again because we all know equal pleasure is what gets them wetter.

 

Time stood still in my mind but to her it must have been too long, because soon her eyes reopened and I felt her push me off so that instead of her, I was the one on my back like a turtle who couldn’t get up. Like a magician whipping the cloth off a fully decorated table, my pants were tossed aside like Christmas present wrapping paper, which was perfect because inside was a gift to her. A soft “oh”, she licked her lips, her eyes opened wide and once again she parted her lips but this time wide, while she moved closer trying to figure out exactly how she would fit it all inside. And well, she must have been a magician because the next thing I know my favorite part of me was gone with the wind, no trace survived.

 

She continued on, trying to get what was inside but I explained to her even thought they may look it, these aren’t no wonderballs and nothing inside should be a surprise and besides it wasn’t time for that; not yet anyway. So once again we switched our positions so she was on her back again with her teeth sinking into her lips because she was yearning for more; and of course I planned to deliver. But first we had to rid ourselves of this final bit of cloth that blocked the pathway to the lips that I wanted to kiss from the very start. But you know me, I’m never the type to rush; to jump recklessly in without having all the moves planned out so I waited a little and started at her knee, using my tongue as a paintbrush to make a mark from there to her thighs. Just a little more now, just a little higher, I was happy that she was bald like an eagle because I could see all of what I desired. This time I figured I’d let my tongue do the talking, so I finally dove in and gave it my all. It was like eating an ice cream cone, because every time I licked up the part of her that began to drip, it seemed like it just dripped even more.

 

When she was wet enough that I had to be careful not to drown, in between her pants and moans I finally heard her shout, “please just make lust to me!” since she wasnt sure if she was ready or even worthy enough to experience love. But for me that was enough because to be quite honest love sometimes is too much and I wasn’t ready to be hurt like I normally am. So I went in; it felt like I might get stuck but I figured thats probably because I belonged there. I don’t know how I could possibly focus on anything else when all I could feel was her digging her nails in my back, my name flowing from her mouth like the chorus on a track. But she; in between her expression of ectasy must have realized she was sick of being submissive and like a cat fight we rolled around to switch our positions, until she found herself on top.

 

It was cute, I admit, for her to think she could dominate the dominant so I let her have her fun and treat my body like a trampoline and bounce up and down until enough was enough and I made her fall over. I should have felt guilty; having her on all fours like an animal but then again the way we both were acting was like animals so I figured shed get over it, and from the sounds she was making I’d say I was right.

 

I felt like I was abusing her, the way I was pounding again and again with no end in sight, with no break in between, and no rest for the weary. And just when I felt like I should ask her if she needed to pause, she warned me she felt like she was about to explode. So I told her don’t hold back baby you can let it all go, I’m trying to feel that waterfall rainforest flow. And finally we collapsed, both exhausted, our bodies still intertwined like twizzlers.

 

I don’t know if this was love, if we were soul mates, or if we belonged together. But all I knew that it was lust; and that was enough.

 

Verbal foreplay; now let’s make it physical

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Guide me

Guide me
Guide this one to the shore 

The shore where lovers are locked

As though they were the land and sea

Guide me

Guide this one to Nirvana

Where clarity fills the mind,

Pain is never felt,

Where the fearful never fear

Guide me

Guide this one to Heaven

Where families are never lost,

The hungry never starve,

And wounds are always healed

Guide me

Guide this one adrift amongst the stars

The stars that carry travelers home 

And bring light to the frigid darkness

Guide me

Guide this one to Valhalla

Where the warrior lay down their sword

The weary rest their heads

And war never reaches

Guide this one into infinity 

Where time never passes

A memory Is never forgotten 

And wisdom is always obtained 

Heavenly Father, who art in heaven;

Allah Akbar;

Buddah the Enlightened one;

Saṃsāra;

Guide me

Guide this one,

To where lions are born from sheep

Guide me,

Guide this one. 

Ebony

it’s not your skin that makes you beautiful,

Although your skin is beautiful,

But rather your entire frame of mind

Even if you rewind back time

To when you were shackled, still you shined

Shined while chanting, still I rise 

You are not a woman of color, or a girl with black skin

More accurately, you are an ebony goddess

A symbol of strength to be admired,

A symbol of sex to be desired

the way your hips sway with grace

Even if your natural hair doesn’t touch your waist

No longer are you a caged bird that sings,

But rather a hawk that soars proudly or a songbird that sings loudly 

Just hold my words true and never doubt me

Too often society says your skin is too dark,

They don’t use you in maybelline ads and I can tell it hurts your heart

Like everyone fears the darkest nights yet praises summers day 

Remember my ebony goddess, 

The night sky looks the most beautiful, when it’s a sky full of rain

You are beautiful, and you are black

It doesn’t matter if your skin is as dark as the night sky,

Or as light as the caramel you buy

Be comfortable in your own skin,

Because your own skin is beautiful 

Wordplay

My name isn’t clarissa, I guess I can’t explain it all

And I’m not so simple, the future scares me after all 

But my eyes are hurting, from all of their work worshipping

So I’m feeling out her curves like I’m Ray Charles on Percocet

XO, not hugs and kisses but I’m addicted

All I can hope is that I won’t fail in my ambitions like Icarus 

Morning light, when it comes we’ll be just fine

As long we don’t get caught up in the war raging outside 

What war? The one where the soldiers march with their hoodies up

Screaming for justice, just another reason why this worlds amuck 

Drawing lines; paper, pencils or in the sand

And If you try to be neutral theyll kill you where you stand 

It’s backwards right? Murdering people for peace

This stanza was for trayvon martin

All he wants to do is rest in peace

I know I’m not perfect; I still talk in the third person

Plus I’ve never discovered the importance of being Earnest

My life is Wilde, what bothers me all comes out

When I think I’m not a menace, but was still a problem child

Time to down another bottle of gin,

7th bottle for all my committed sins

Deadly; dreaming of later days because I live for the weekends

Hearing echoes because she’s not silent

Dirty like diana, my co pilot 

She’s calling my name saying baby I know you want it

Paralyzed by lust, I guess you can call me havoc

Now I’m thinking of some crazy summers

My thought process is like scrabble 

There’s links to all my babble

Black America 

How can you say that we’re equals

When we have to fear walking the streets 

Fear we might encounter a “hero” holding some heat 

Not summer, but a gun dangling at the edge of their feet 

Is this the Land of the free?

The place that MLK dreamed?

First Trayvon now Michael 

Where is the justice we seek?

I’m terrified of even writing this 

And painting a target on my back 

Now I’m young, black, and rebellious 

The media hates that 

Will I be labeled a thug?

Will they say I deserved it?

Lord if you let them take me tonight 

Just let my death be worth it

Stop us from living in fear,

Making mothers cry for their sons 

Stop taking people so young

My children shouldn’t have to fear for their lives

 before it’s even begun 

And I am under the influence 

I need to be numb to this 

I don’t want to feel the pain

In case the bullets hit 

Forgive me for slurring my words

Forgive me for not walking steady 

But don’t forgive me for my skin tone

I know saying that could be deadly

And it’s a shame

Some things will never change 

It doesn’t matter how long ago we were being whipped and chained 

It doesn’t matter, that we fought to be free

All the freedom in the world won’t get these cuffs off of me

Who do we run to for protection 

In this supposed land of the free?

Certainly not the police 

Will they even call my mom 

When they leave me dead in the street?

Keep breathing 

Sometimes it’s a struggle to keep breathing 

Repetitive; bated breath 

Searching to solve the world 

Atlas; alas, I fumbled

No I stumbled

Never to rise again 

Shades of grey,

Shades of dismay,

Quivering hands

I should have ran 

Too late, stop delaying 

It was the perfect plan 

Sometimes it’s a struggle to keep breathing 

Repetitive; breakdown 

What are you supposed to do

When your worst enemy is you 

I’m a recluse 

Inadequate, worthless 

No future left in view

What do I have to lose

Sometimes it’s a struggle to keep breathing 

Repetitive; end it now 

Overdose, help me see more 

By feeling less

Weightless, floating, 

Im almost there 

It’s raining I swear

 these can’t be tears 

Fuck; I think I’m scared 

Sometimes it’s a struggle to keep breathing

Repetitive; Death Valley 

Vision blurred, words slurred

And I’m sweating like crazy 

Maybe I cowered

Or found some power 

Clarity; if I wanted to beat myself

I needed to change internally 

No outside force, don’t want your help

This was all on me

Sometimes it’s a struggle to keep breathing 

Repetitive; glad to live 

Failed back then 

Looking back on it now

Who I am hates who I’ve been

Reliant

now defiant

This depression victim 

Forgot how to give in 

Sometimes it’s a struggle to keep breathing 

Repetitive;

 it’s a struggle to keep breathing

Repetitive;

Keep breathing

Repetitive 

The coworker

“Meet me at my place in an hour.” His whisper caused the hairs on the back of May’s neck to stand on end. She brushed a stray strand of her dark brown hair out of her slightly lighter colored eyes. She hadn’t even seen her assailant come up before he verbally attacked her eyes, but she knew the voice all too well. A small smirk appeared on her pink lips as she listened to his footsteps walk away from behind her.

“Hey, May! Are you joining the after party?” Her coworker’s voice pulled her out of her daydream before it even began. She glanced at her coworker, and then at the clock, before her eyes settled on the mirror-like globe in front of her. She was wearing her favorite, black dress which was nice for the office party, but not quite as nice for what she was about to do. She kept a change of clothes in her car, but she had no intentions of blowing her little secret by changing where someone could see.

“Um…no. I’ve got prior engagements, I’m sorry.” Before any further questions could be made, May excused herself from the party and traveled directly to her car. She hated office parties, but she hated being alone on a Friday night even more. Not that where her night was about to head was going to be much better. She was excited at first, when she heard his voice, but the more she gave it thought, the more frustrated she got. Her thoughts carried her all the way to his house; despite her best efforts to arrive late, she managed to arrive on time. She had changed out of her dress rather quickly, which was attributed to all the practice she had changing clothes in her car recently. She found herself wearing a lavender tank top that was just low enough to show an iota of cleavage and a pair of light colored jeans. Nothing fancy in the slightest, and she purposely avoided wearing anything that left her too exposed. She didn’t even have to knock on the door. Once she got up the final step to his apartment, he swung the door open.

“Right on the dot.” This time, he was the one smirking; His white teeth contrasting his dark skin. His dark eyes peered into May’s, which was an act of considerable effort by itself considering he towered over her by five or six inches. She had known him well enough to be able to read his face and knew exactly what he was expecting. But she had other plans.

“Dante, look we need to talk.” May had walked in and shut the door behind her, and decided to remain in front of the door so that after she said what she needed to say, she could just leave. “This has to stop. I know the rules of the office. I know that we can’t really be official because we’ll end up out of a job, but I can’t keep doing this. The sneaking around, the secret meetings, I feel more alone than if I never had met you. So…that’s why I came here. Just to say that…” She had to fight back tears partially because her mascara would run, but mostly because she didn’t want him to see her cry. She really did like him. Love him even. And she was sure that he loved her back, or at the very least thought it was more than sex. But they were doomed from the start, as if their story was written by Shakespeare. He said, but smiled again and took a step towards her. She took a step back. He took another step forward. The process continued until she felt her back hit the door. “No.” His hand tipped her chin and lifted it slightly. “No.” He leaned down and was mere inches away from her face. “No.” His lips met hers for an instant before pulling away. And then again, for a split second longer. His lips were soft…inviting….and drained her will to fight. When he went for a third kiss, she met him halfway with her own soft lips.

Their lips remained pressed together for much longer than the previous two times; their tongues dancing in one another’s mouth while his dark hands touched her ivory skin. Just the back of arms at first, but then they slid down lower sending shivers down her spine. He lingered purposely around her ass, but inevitably continued on to her legs and lifted her up. Startled, May wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two headed to the bedroom. Dante laid her down on her back, gently, before pinning May down and attacking her neck with his lips.

“You’re going to leave a hickey.” She barely managed to get the words to leave her lips while she enjoyed the attention.

“I’m marking my territory.” His response was nearly immediate, as his lips left her neck and planted themselves on her collarbone. They moved lower down her chest, while he used his hand to pull her tank top down and expose her ample sized breasts that were hidden away by her tan bra. Dante looked almost upset by the fact that she was wearing one, but quickly went to work removing it. Her luscious mounds exposed; Dante’s mouth enveloped her pink nipples and he began sucking slowly, making sure to switch from breast to breast. Then he added a gentle nibble, followed by letting his tongue flick her nipples. A few soft moans escaped her lips, and grew a bit louder when he began using his hands to grope and massage her breast while he continued to go to work on her nipples. He stopped what he was doing to pull her tank top off and toss it on the floor, and kissed down her petite frame. He was moving past her ribs, past her navel, stopping right at her waist so that he could slide her pants and panties off.

She spread her legs apart for him without question and shuddered from the shockwave of pleasure that erupted in her body when he kissed the inside of her leg. He moved up and teased her clit with a quick flick of his tongue. This time, her moans were even louder. She was already wet with anticipation. Her pussy ached for attention. To be touched. To be licked. To be fucked. She couldn’t take the teasing anymore. She grabbed his head and pushed it down so that he would get the message. Another, huge shockwave of pleasure took control of her body as his tongue finally went to work tasting the wetness that her pussy had been reduced to. Dante ate her out slowly, savoring the taste of her juices and the sounds of her moans. He grabbed her hips and let his tongue plunge deeper, while May began to grind her hips into his mouth. She was almost there, she was at the edge. Just one more well placed stroke of the tongue and she’d…there it was. Her back arched which drove his tongue even deeper inside her and her hands whitened while she gripped the sheets she was laying on.

“Fuck me!” In between her moans, that was all she managed to get out. His beard was drenched and if she wasn’t craving his dick at the moment, she might have actually stopped and laughed. But as soon as he rose up, she pushed him on his back and unbuttoned his jeans so that in one fell swoop, she could yank them and his boxers off and let them join her own pants and panties. His erect dick had length, that was certain, but it was more importantly, thick. Her lips parted, and slowly she took it into her hands and let her mouth consume the entirety of it. It was his time to moan. His time to enjoy the pleasure of her mouth. He watched as her head bobbed up and down, using her hand to stroke whatever part of his dick that wasn’t currently in her mouth, and her tongue wrap itself around every inch of his manhood. He couldn’t find words to describe how good it felt, but he nearly came on the spot when she looked up and stared into his eyes while she did it.

“This is my dick. Watch me please my dick.” She didn’t have to say it. Dante could read her eyes. Before he couldn’t control himself, Dante lifted her head off of his dick, and pulled her on top of him. She hovered over his dick, positioning herself, and slowly lowered herself onto it. The two of them both let a soft moan escape their lips as she slid down his pole. Her wet pussy wrapped tightly around his hard dick, which filled her and hit walls that she thought weren’t even there. And that was when she started to ride him. Back and forth, letting his dick slide in and out of her slowly, before she switched to bouncing up and down so that they could hear the sound of her ass smacking against the upper part of his thighs. Dante must have grown tired of his non-dominant state, and eased her off of him and instructed her to get on all fours. She obliged; giving her ass a little shake in the air while she waited. His hands grabbed the sides of her hips, and he slid into her pussy slowly. And then his strokes started going deeper. And faster. And harder. May muffled herself in the pillow while Dante fucked her hard; making sure she smacked her ass while he did it.

“Who do you belong to?” She didn’t want to answer him. But she did anyway.

“You.” Maybe it was just the timing, maybe it was because he seemed to add an extra hard thrust when she answered, or maybe it was because it made her extra wet to admit out loud that her entire being belonged to him. That she was his little whore. Or maybe it was a combination of the three. But as soon as she managed to answer the question, her body went into another convulsion and she once again found herself being taken over by a powerful orgasm. He pulled out as her body twitched and shuddered, while her moans reached their peak. But he wasn’t done. He flipped her onto her back, and plunged inside her. There was no warning; no taking it slow like the other two times. He started off pounding her pussy, not giving her a chance to recover from her orgasm. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up so that her knees were nearly tucked into her chest, and dove even deeper inside of her. May grabbed his back and dug her nails into it, while she buried her mouth in his chest so that she could scream to her heart’s content. Her pussy felt so good to Dante. It was so tight…it squeezed him with each thrust. “Cum inside me.”

Maybe it was because of how tight she was. Maybe it was because of how wet she was. Maybe it was because he loved it when she played the part of his whore. Or maybe it was a combination of the three. But he couldn’t take it anymore. It had welled up inside of him, and it was his turn to let his body go into convulsions. “Oh fuck…” He obliged her request. He filled May with everything that he had; everything that she had earned.

“I hate you.” Several moments passed before the two were recovered enough to talk. “This wasn’t supposed to happen…” May was legitimately upset with herself. She was also legitimately upset with Dante, and the fact that he still had that damn smirk on his face.

“Is it that wrong that I wanted to fuck my girlfriend?” Dante pulled her in close and he had to admit, he loved the smile that appeared on May’s face. But then she pushed him back and let her smile fade.

“Don’t even…you know it’s not going to happen. The boss would-“

“Fuck him, I quit.” Dante cut her off and nearly left her speechless. “I got a job offer today…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. She had managed to figure the rest out herself and silenced him with a long, passionate kiss.

“Why didn’t you tell me, you jerk!” It was hard for her to look angry while she was cheesing so hard.

“I liked seeing you squirm like that. You were all prepared to break it off and everything too. I wanted to at least let you think it was going to happen like that.”

` “I hate you.” May smiled and laid her head on his chest so that he could listen to his heartbeat. Finally, he was all hers.