NIGHT TALK, SWEET THOUGHTS

In the wee hours of the morning, I shifted awake from an erratic sleep, in the kind of night heat the average box fan cannot dissipate.

And I still felt it.

Lying there, light perspiration beading underneath my aching breasts, the lower depths of my abdomen yearned for it.

And in my incipient wakefulness, I remembered.

And the very memory of it ignited a sweet, piercing prickle throughout every sinew of my torporous, damp body. A tickling inaccessible to my touch, immune to my caresses.

Lying there, in the wee hours of the morning, the multi- phosphorescence of city lights streaming quietly through the partially opened blinds, powder blue blanket kicked about my feet, my mind still tingled from it.

Images of love, of him, of waters indigo had washed over me from toe to head, nestling immutably in that secret place that needed to feel a pure affection, a gentle touch, a firm, sensual envelopment of all that is good between a man and a woman.

His slow, sexy baritone, words of comfort, images of chocolate and caramel lovers swirling in pleasures new and delightful, all converged into the hovering image of my dream lover, licking the hot slickness of me,

slipping into, massaging the walls of my desires and most intimate thoughts, satisfying the needs of the multiple I’s of my Gemini self.

And lying there, I heard her moans, felt her writhing, until I, in my incipient wakefulness, had looked beyond the Platonic caves of it, had peered into the sacrosanct face of love, withstanding its ephemeral powers,

Lying there, I had known what love felt like, what it looked like………..

Peace on that,

Ashan

Lover

I awoke last night to the sweet scent of you, and the low murmurs of your light breathing. As I felt the caress of you coarse beard on my arm it seemed as though you were inhaling me; as deep as I you. You were curled in my arms; and I drifted in awe of your embrace. Tenderness so tender that no memory could ever replace my recollection of the sheer radiance of you; in that moment. That moment when my heart was mounted next to me, captured in the sight of you in the gloom of my room. Sheltering all your good intentions as if you were my Godsend; my sweet flower that unfolded even though my winter was in bloom. Folding me deep in its petals allowing my cold heart to thaw. Now the frost has dripped into puddles of emotions in the depth of night. As I watched you lying there sleeping next to me in the moonlight; a willing captive in the shackles of love's final embrace...

By: Che'

What Makes...

What makes....

A woman deal

With a man she can’t have

A man that only wants to walk a path

No righteousness

No fulfillment

No reason to subtract the other one with math

You can’t see him

Or be with him

But you take your minute

And you spend it

Hoping he will leave

While he plots to deceive

What makes....

A woman hope

Without cause

Accepting less than a pause

Reaching for a hand

That wears a golden band Hoping with prayer

With all that she can spare

His story

Will lead to eternal glory

What makes....

This man Act as a savage

No rhyme

No reason

To his ravage

Make her except

What is so inept?

Only surface feelings felt

Whom ever it takes

Whatever it makes...

Christopher Inspired by: 10/17

Moments Lost

Our Moments lost in a fascinating state

Not considering our state of mind as we began to relate

No consciousness or values

No reasons to stop

Only rationalizations of why we meet at the spot

Mine doesn’t understand

Yours don’t give a damn

Our Moments are lost with conversation

Analytical commutation

As I began to stimulate you

You began to motivate me

Are we soul mates?

Or just reasons to satisfy our passion without the fruit

Passions that soil the fiber of what we know is the truth

Your days filled with thoughts of me

My days filled with thoughts we

Right before my eyes

Visions of her inner thighs

Witness as I blind fold

Watch as I take hold

Each taste of lust,

Each penetrating thrust

Each drop of sweat that beads

On the spot that grows out of his touch

(breath)

I love you

However we can never be more than friends

Until our moments lost

ends...

-Christopher

REALLY KEEPIN' WE

2 SOME IT'S BEEN REVEALED

YET MOST WILL KEEP THANGS STILL 'CAUSE MOST STILL

PACK THA STEEL

CAUSE' WE KEEP 'IT' REALLY-REAL

WE'RE S'POS TA BE EVOLVING

YET DEAD MIND SET'S REVOLVING

BUT WE KEEP 'IT' REALLY-REAL

SHEEEE-IT, WE KEEP MINDS REALLY-REELED

WE ONCE WERE SPIRITUAL

NOW WE NUDE IN VIDEOS

DUDE, WE JUST LIKE ANIMALS

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

4GOTTEN R THE TIMES

WHEN OUR WOMEN WERE DIVINE

'CAUSE WE KEEP 'IT' REALLY-REAL

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

OBLIVIOUS 2 DAYS

'CAUSE OUR MINDS R IN A DAZE

'CAUSE WE KEEP 'IT' REALLY-REAL

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

SELF ESTEEM SO LOW

THAT WE CALL OUR WOMAN 'HO'

BUT, WE KEEP 'IT' REALLY-REAL

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

2 FEW KINGS AND QUEENS -- YO

PLENTY THONGS & G-STRINGS -- THOUGH

'CAUSE WE KEEP 'IT' REALLY-REAL

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

FAKE PROFILES-N-FRONTIN'

HIGH POSTIN'-N-STUNNIN'

'CAUSE WE KEEP 'IT' REALLY-REAL

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

2DAY MOST SHIT ON WAX

IS HURTIN' CAUSE IT'S WACK

'CAUSE WE KEEP 'IT' REALLY-REAL

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

OUR PINEAL IS TAUT

WE CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT WE WAS TAUGHT

'CAUSE WE KEEP 'IT' REALLY-REAL

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

OUR STATE WILL NOT ACCEDE

IF MINDSTATES DO NOT EXCEED

ALL THA BLING-BLING-BLING, BLING-BLING

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

AND WE WILL NOT ASCENT

IF IN FACT WE CAN'T ASSENT

THAT OUR SENSES HAVE US BENT

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

THEREFORE MY SOUL I BARE

EXPOSED TO THA GREAT BEAR

FUCK THEM, SHIT I AIN'T SCARED

YO, WE KEEP 'IT' REAL…REALLY

IF I SEE JUST ONE MORE BOOTY

BEING SHAKEN FOR THE BOOTIE

I'LL ASK SOMEONE TO SHOOT ME

CAUSE IT'S REALLY KEEPIN' WE

IN TIME YOU'LL OVERSTAND

2 SEE JUST WHERE I STAND

BUT WE CAN'T DEFEAT "THA MAN"

CAUSE, WE KEEP 'IT' REALLY REAL

COPYRIGHT © 2002 BY AJAMU KOJO CHIOKE WALKER

Subsided Tears In Me......

Everything that I think

All that I feel, is a sense of what could be

An after thought

A reason

Is all Ineed to know what you mean to me

However not that clever

Arbitrarily attempt to dissolve our natural

Level

You feel me

You need me

I wonder do you desire to see me

Thoughts so simple

Never thought my mind would tremble

With a thought

Or feel

Eyes open to your appeal

It don’t make sense

To sit back and reminisce

But it is hard not to dwell on what is so

Sorely missed

But for my reasons I pass

Breath sighs

With an ever-loving gasp

My memories

Are fears to me

I will forever live with subsided tears in me

9/29/92-Chris N N

METAPHOR

Metaphoric Angels dance in sync with the wind's song

Melodies of Heaven sung by the choir

God is so good because He lets me hear music

even in noisy combusted corners

Peek with my mind's eye,

I see infinite things clearly,

long before their time

I am waiting

for my turn...

Tim 3/27/01

CONVERGENCE

I won't use any ice cream topping flavors

Like caramel

or chocolate or cream

To describe vividly

the contrast of our skin tones

I don't see his skin

as sugary or buttery or sweet

My mouth consumes it

For the hardened manliness

That possesses him-

A contrast to my soft femininity.

I see the two shades

Blurring together

In rhythm

Creating a color that blends us

A color of understanding

Of completeness

Of contentment

And the looks we received

From those that believe

That a piece of yourself is unrelated

to by someone that is not your color

are ignored

The stereotypes we face

are proved false

The problems we endure

are given a solution.

When our bodies are stuck together in

The mutual identification of soul and mind

I am not a separate color

I am fascinated by the part of me

He brings out in all his

Beautiful

Powerful

Blackness

And I lie there

Respectfully,

Silently

Loving him.

Amy K. Pannell

WORDS 

Have you ever had a word touch you so deeply

so profoundly that you didn't care if you ever read or heard

another single thing

have you ever had a word kiss you softly upon your lips

or gently suck your fingertips

have you ever had words make love to your brain

had your creative juices flowing

"cumming" like rain

have you ever been entranced by a word softly spoken

ever felt let down by a word that was broken

have you ever been made to feel less than you are

by words spoken in anger on your soul left a scar

words we don't respect them or love them or care

thrown around careless laying here landing there

but without them

no dreams

no love

no songs

could we share

words............

By: Ta-Tanysha

A SISTA"S WITNESS

Oh hear me my sista's……

I want to share this WIT cha

Spit this AT cha

But first before I begin….open ya mind ..feel these words wit me so we sista's …ALL understand

Sista's …can yall think back wit me .feel back wit me …

WAAAY BACK WHEN WAAAY BACK WHEN love relations were pure and fresh…..

WAAAY BACK WHEN love argued much much less

WAAAY BACK WHEN the lovin lasted til mornin Until you both becaaaaame …….one flesh

Sista'sYa hear what I'm spittin at cha

Ya feel what I'm sharin wit cha……

CAN I GET A W-I-T-N-E-S-S ………..

Can my sistas witness up in here…… at least one or maybe even two

When the feelings of love was so exciting and brand new

The viiiiiibe sooo perfect ……between him and you

Aaalllll of the conversations of loooove so real …….and so true

Including HIM…. with YOU ….to make an US …..in everything we do

Sista'sYa hear what I'm spittin at cha

Ya feel what I'm sharin wit cha……

CAN I GET A W-I-T-N-E-S-S ………..

Sistas …..I hope this TIME.. when I FIND… a Mr. Brand New….a Mr. Love so real and TRUE

A great black man……someone where love starts ……..where I …..begin

He defines and reminds me of those wonderful features that make Diana a black woman

He is the dip in my back and curve of my hips

The nourishment of life in my breast ……..and the shape of my lips

He says ……in this garden of love…….I am the rib from his "Adam" side

He says ………I am just more….. than a sinful "Eve" of a ride

He says ……..I am the waaaarrrrrrm breeezze of excitement yearning deep in-side of HIM

He says …..I rise …….more than just his man hood ………on the OUT-SIDE of him

Sista'sYa hear what I'm spittin at cha

Ya feel what I'm sharin wit cha……

CAN I GET A W-I-T-N-E-S-S ………..

Excuse me blackman Am ..I not the queen for the black king ..aren't I ?…give me royal treatment …convince me why

Is it the shine in my eyes or the warmth between my thighs

Is it the intellect of my mind or just the rhythm from my spine

Or maybe it is the deep history of my soulful ….blessed …..melanin skin

Or maybe your love lives in my womb …..from where life begins

So sista's remember……..love begins with YOU……..and Sista's you ARE and Sistas I am .and

Sista's WE ARE… our own .. W-I-T-N-E-S-S

Understand Blackman …….when ONE sista speaks (count) sistas listen …….

When ONE sista shares ………all sista's feel it and THAT……… Blackman

Is a Sista's Witness

-Diana Thomas

WOMEN

Walk with me through my womanly meadows

Harness the power of your sexuality

Feel the power that flows from your mind

Enjoy the pleasures that generate

As you watch men get weak From the awesomeness

of your sway

Walk through crowds as elusive as the night

A celestial body embedded in the heavens

Observe men striving to solve your mystery

Aspire to burn as hot and bright as the sun

Shine your light down upon civilizations

Blinding spectators by shear radiance of spirit

Walk into pastures planted by your fertility

Wildflowers strong and tall yet delicate

Perfumed air leaving your scent all around

Seed sowed and nurtured in your crescent

Rivers flowing from the valley filling oceans

Watering the earth with feminine wiles

Walk in the world they built but you created

Monuments inspired by your exquisiteness

Statues haling voluptuous breasts and curves

Erected buildings filled with your fabrications

Ships sailing on tide pulled by ovulations

Rockets soaring toward luminous cycles

by: Che'

Lovers Eyes

My love

your eyes captivate me

they grab and hold my attention

they speak to me

and say things your lips

would never dare

they sing to me

and call to me

they mesmerize

and hypnotize

they've got me feeling

light headed, easy, and free

as if I could dance upon a cloud

and walk upon the wind

I float in your presence

outside of this physical place

to a spiritual space

I drift to places of love

eternal and everlasting

I never want to leave the perimeter of your gaze

You look at me with such intense concentration

I am not sure how deep into me you can actually see

are you peering into my secret places and chambers unknown

are you delving deep into the blue-black ocean that is the essence of me

can you hear my private thoughts

and see my hidden dreams

are you traveling to the places in me

no man has ever taken the time to explore

can you see my fears

and feel my pain

are you strolling through my valleys

of times gone by and memories made

are you peering into the window of my soul

do you see ME

standing there

unmasked

unveiled

naked

in my true glory

my true self

just ME

Ta-Tanysha

inspired by:Johnny

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