ten lines

I wish I had at least nine lives
to experience each of the eight wonders
of your body at least seven times
licking each inch of it to within six degrees
of incineration as five fingertips
dive between four legs entangled...
so that the the meaning of
those three words are understood
as two spirits fold into
one
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here's the audio
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here's verseone's response. it didn't start off as a collab, but when i had him help me in the editing process, it was natural for the brotha to come up with a reply. spontaneous collaboration...

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I just want one sip
PLEASE
I know I haven’t exhibited the most control
over my urges
I’m always grabbing for it during the most
inopportune moments
but I can’t help myself!
if I could just lick the rim…

i won't even drink it all
just that drop sitting on the rim...
I see it right there
just let me have that
one little drop
so I can lose myself
in the taste of it
the feel of it on my tongue
PLEASE

I’ll do anything for it
here, you want my television?
take it!
here’s my check from last month
spend it on whatever you want
just let me have one sip
just one little sip
just one little bitty sip
PLEASE
and I promise I won’t beg again
I’ll get over this addiction
I’ll join a support group
and go through the twelve steps
and conquer this
I’ll be the good little girl
you want me to be
I won’t sneak sips
while you sleep
I won’t order it for breakfast, lunch and dinner
I won’t sneak a midnight snack
I’ll keep away from it
I PROMISE

just
just PLEASE
this one last time
let me drink
let me run my tongue along the rim
let me taste it
let me lose myself in it
you won’t regret it
I PROMISE



he looked at me.
nodded.
then stuck his dick in my mouth.

THANK YOU

untitled - repost from the other side

he was on my mind like a

buck

fucking my thoughts

up with the slow stroking

delivery of his words

each syllable struck up

the incendiary matter of

my imagination with tinder images

of limbs braided into a love knot

of taut skin burned by hot sin

he stoked the embers of my fantasy

with the impaling member

of his vivid illustration

coaxing my creative juices

To flow over the fingers

of his lingering sentences

his keystrokes incited an ejaculation of emotion

that left me bereft of all

but a quivering cleft from where his lyrics

had licked my mind dry