Cake (Villanelle)

Hey "sweet cake", just lay still til' I'm through
I bought buttermilk icing, flavor...vanilla
I want my "cake" and eat it too
Handful of sprinkles to decorate you
Bringing the animal outta me as I "Go-Realer"
Hey "sweet cake", just lay still til' I'm through
Stop tensing up. Not done. You're my "cake", remember boo?
I said lay still, now you're a squealer
Hey "sweet cake", just lay still til' I'm through
Feels like my birthday as I stare upwards at your high heel shoe
Icing almost gone. Don't worry it was only filler
Hey "sweet cake", just lay still til I'm through
Your eyes closed, waiting for your wish to come true
Marvin Gaye in background praising me as a "Healer"
I want my "cake" and eat it too
You're exhaling as if there were candles you blew
I finish as you're frail and jitter
Hey "sweet cake", just lay still til' I'm through
I want my "cake" and eat it too

A Kiss

Driving across town to see you made me feel better/The calm you give me as we sit together/Giving you impression I'm down for whatever/Thoughts I express to you sound so clever/Spinning your impulse like a slot machine and lever/Lead you on? Never/As I kissed you your heart melt like heated mozzarella/Lips felt smoother than an unwritten letter/Interaction wetter/Calm as the night's weather

Outlet

She thought I was sweet and innocent til I took my shirt off/Fresh out the shower with the dirt off/She thank me for the frustration I work off/My outlet is rubbing me with lotion to keep my skin soft/Rub my back when I cough/Rub my chest as I talk/Naked I stare when she walk/Her heart fragile as chalk/Outside firm as a bean stalk

Lay Over

Sizing her up as she lay
Innocence is what she convey
As she may
She relay
Sensual aura across the room
Laying still like worm in cocoon
Waiting to bloom
If I was a photographer, I would zoom
On the perfect pose
As she expose
Her graceful presence on those
But can't size the frame I chose
Alert with thoughts that only Lord knows

Queen

You are as perfect to me
As a Dairy Queen Ice Cream on the Cone
Double dipped in chocolate
When held upside down
It won't fall out
But stay in place
To ensure the best quality
Of ice cream on-the-go
That money can buy
Just to think of it
You have the same colored skin tone
As that milk chocolate shell
Your shape matches the curves
Of the ice cream as it sits
Perfectly balanced atop of the cone
As it resembles your perfect posture
As you stand upright and pose for a picture
So that I can frame that picture
And post it where everyone can see it
Advertising your beauty
Just like the billboards of that
Delicious looking ice cream cone
That attracts so many visitors
To the Dairy Queen store
Your bottom feels delicate
Yet form
Like that of the cone
That stores the rest of
The "good stuff" underneath
I savor every minute of you
As if you're the ice cream cone itself
No way I could rush
Even if I wanted to
It would hurt me
Give me a headache
Equal to a brain freeze
Gladly I savor the moment
To indulge in you
My "Queen"

Pucker

I can size you up by the way you kiss me
If you put passion into it then I know you'll miss me
When I'm away, but if you do it swiftly
Then I know we're not for real
If you hold back a little then I'll know the deal
That maybe I don't appeal
Or feel
Much to you but still
I swallow your spit like a pill
Making me ill
Yearning for more of you as I spill
Passionate efforts that drill
A hole in me that will never heal

(Photo comes courtesy of Weird World)

Stroke

To touch
To feel
To hold
To grab
To grasp firmly
In my clutch as I refuse to let go
Driven by the fascination
Of my inner impulsion
Released in a hulk like manner
As if nothing else would matter
But nothing does
Stroking you up and down
Backwards and forward
Delicate by nature
Blessed by your ancestors
Maybe mine as well
Dark as coal
If it stroked my feet
Jesus would weep
Tonight we sleep
Control I keep
Damn I love your hair

Strip

She on the stage I feel that connection/I'm in her world and section/Dancing and shaking/Hips twerking and joints breaking/Rival dancers hating/She dancing on me like a ritual for mating

Flower

She told me she was into flowers
She undressed
To show me her garden
She begins to grow on me

In The Dark

She cut the lights off but I can still see her. Feeling playful she is my glow in the dark toy. She suggest lights be turned on. That idea upsets me. Don't you dare touch that switch. Our love is to be made in the dark. Even in the dark with my eyes closed, I can still see her. Playful I am, I have my way in the dark. Tonight darkness is welcomed. In this darkness I smile bright. Because I do not see darkness. I see her. Body is by complimented by moonlight through the window blinds. Must be a full moon tonight. The moonlight will do for now. As for now, there is love to be made.

Be-Fore

She knows I like words
Selective how she used them
She said things that aroused me
She likes words too
Just as much as I do
Selective with mine as well
Turned her on
We wanted each other
No need to kiss
But straight into bed
We skipped the kissing
Words were our foreplay

Wash

Like I wash my car
Wiping her clean
When she is thoroughly cleaned
I'll take her for a ride again

Sin Free

She was born into this world with sin

I was born into this world to free her of it

A love child I'm sent to free her with my love

Gently holding her

Whispering away her pain

Staring in her eyes

Seeing through her

I don't judge her

But only love her

Gently
Pulling her closer
As I grip her hips
Gently
Kissing her neck
I taste her fear
It goes away
Gently
I stroke the stress
Out of her hair
Gently
She questions my intentions
Gently
And gently
I tell her
That she is a fallen angel
Purity is goal
All I wanted
Was to cleanse her of sin
Make her mine
And whole again

Head Massage

She is so honest, tense, and blunt. I rub her head to relax her. In return she returns the favor. As she runs her fingers through my head she notices the texture of my good ass hair. She stops and say "Dam nigga! You mixed or something? You Puerto Rican, Dominican or something nigga? Rico Suave ass nigga! Spanish indian nigga! Dam nigga! I like this shit nigga! What shampoo you use?"

Fergie Pop

Now when I see a cherry Dr Pepper/I will just stop/Think of Fergie/My heart beat hop/Dam girl/You make ice cold soda look so hot/Only woman I know that can soda "pop"/Downing it in five seconds without a flop/No break needed/Tying that cherry in a knot/With your tongue/They dam near called the cops/Because I dam near broke the TV to bring you to my spot/Advertisement worked/Now I want that soda a lot!

Two at a Time (Villanelle)

Her hair feels so smooth and fine
My right hand on pen and notepad, "Wow-La!"
Here I am having two pleasures at the same time

Steady stroking her hair as a sign
While writing about how it touches her collar
Her hair feels so smooth and fine

Long and curly, closer we unwind
Words on the pad begin to holler
Her hair feels so smooth and fine

She grabs my pen to guide me blind
My eyes closed trusting her like the mighty dollar
Her hair feels so smooth and fine

Her hair and ink smell so good as they shine
Turned lights off to vanish like the Night Crawler
Here I am having two pleasures at the same time

Broke the rules. Lust was designed
First time I ever had a "Ménage à Trois"
Her hair feels so smooth and fine
Here I am having two pleasures at the same time

Massage

I lay down/She cater to me like a King with crown/Body been through a lot of flack/Warm body oil rubbed on my back/I stare at candles drip wax/As she's stroking my skin and tats/Soothing I close my eyes to relax/Hearing jazz in the background with a solo of a sax/Suddenly disrupted with calls from my cell phone/Awoken not knowing I was sleep realizing tension is gone/Wow her hands put me in a zone

Fuck Yeah

Man she so confused/Body waiting to be used/Have to show her how to utilize/Her lips, hips,and thighs/Pots on stove as heat rise/Bottle of Merlot popped to her surprise/Gonna relax her from her troubles/Telling her "Fuck that nigga...." In a tub full of bubbles/Trapped by my gentle kisses, she's stuck/Bracing for a good fuck/Confused choosing me or him while her neck's sucked/Fucked her good for good luck/Anxious to fuck her world up

Mmm...Good...

As I suck on the nipple I get instant gratification/It was then I developed an infatuation/For the nipple/When hungry for it I'd giggle/She smiles at me admiring my little dimple/Pleasing me is all so simple/Routinely whips it out for me before bed/Life was good as an infant when I was breast fed

Branded

Told her I like tattoos/Poetic way for skin to be used/To express oneself/As I gazed at her wrist on her left/Tat made me curious so I asked for a clue/She said "It reminds me of you"