Sweet Talker

“He said his name was Carmello and flexed his Hundred Grand chest”

The Bell Tolls

At the nape of your neck.. my pale fingernails linger in thin curls.. softly pressing you into my cheek.. your ear to mine.. around my shoulders you rest.. tender grazing on soft sheets..we wrap each other.. we hold and console carefully concealing one another.. tightly safeguarding… At times, I am underneath you.. hiding and retreating,…

He does

He does.. I screamed from the kitchen in my loudest, sweetest voice…”I love you as long as the Sun SHINES…and the Water FLOWS!” with a smile so bright and an inside giggle. (Footsteps) Behind me appears…and whispers in my ear “I love you even if the Sun never shined and all I could do was…

Revealed

An iridescent revelation of quiet revolt.

My regret

This place.. I remember.. This place.. this place between your left thigh, that fingertip spot covered by wiry, whirled, hair. this place…here. I remember. I remember my tongue dancing on the tip, like the best ballerina. I remember the taste of caramel latte and a bit of cream.. ….lowering my face until my nose is…

Black Beauty’s Song

I sing on top of mountaintops I sing at births and weddings I sing at jazz clubs in Hip-hop clubs Reggae fests and Auditoriums plays and musicals parks and supermarkets bathrooms and bedrooms I sing of into the night talks and 5 a.m. runs and walks, Of holding hands while walking through the mall Of…

Polka-dot Pillow

Image by quinn.anya via Flickr Bliss tickles my red polish toe The night before ensues on my fingertip; to my lips I delightfully place. Hmm.. the subtle taste of deceit and defeat holds my tongue. No matter, pleasure is all mine, this morning. Entranced with lids closed, my eyes mimic the scene… Moisture thickens, and…

My Jeans

my jeans… I stand on tip-toe to get a better look of the view..placing my thumbs in my belt loops…and gently tugging them and pushing my hips out… they fit tight around my waist, just below the navel.. Grip my hips and make my butt looks fabulous. My belly chain hangs at the top of…

Again

It’s funny how the tables turn… It used to be YOU who would chase me..pursue me…want me… I just wanted space. I was unsure, not trusting, confused. Now, I want you… I long for you, I need you to need me. I want you to speak of only me. Vain (Completely).. I want to touch…

Wit yo’ Sexy Self

Wit yo’ Sexy Self. I reared back with my right hand on my hip. Sassy me. Flirty me. Big Girl ME. “Umm. How you gon’ just brush up against me like that? and walk away?” (Actually wanting to say) Umm? How you gon’ be smelling all good, lookin’ all good, brush up against me like…