I wanna articulate my tongue between your legs and tell stories of lustful logistics as a savior the taste of your waist down while you’re face down covered in bite marks. Let me lick your stretch marks and caress the curves of your circumstance, let me show you something.

Hello,

My southern bell, I love your hospitality
Your smile, your laugh, and all our commonalities,

You, my southern queen, with your sunshine eyes, we are forthcoming like the rose pedals and gifts I’ll send on the anniversary of our first kiss,

I can’t wait for our first place and our first pet, to watch you walk in heels, for that first date,

I can’t wait to walk you to your door after having a night out, meeting the parents, and playing with your nieces

I love you to pieces, in all aspects of you, I wonder the possibilities of tomorrow, and all the days that follow,

I just can’t wait, my queen and my sunshine, you’re such a southern bell, I can’t wait for tomorrow and all the stories I’d tell,

About us to our friends, about us and our kids, to the daughter you wish for, I wish for us a spectacular futurity, I wish us the best babe, I love you.

Dearingly.

You.

You are all of what I dreamed of. Sort of inseparable from what it seems like. Sometimes I think I’m dreaming. I’ve got to pinch myself just to know its real. You’ve got to be the last voice I hear at night or I just won’t fall asleep. Sometimes I imagine you right here next to me, laying in bed with me. You’re beautiful and I don’t think I tell you enough. I love you and I don’t think I show you enough.

I want to touch and to feel you. I want to grow and be near you. I’m glad you’re here in my life. I want you in my future. As my best friend, my companion, lover, and wife. I want you as much as I want the greater things in life. I want you as much as I want to change in the world. I want you baby, forever as my girl.

I want to kiss you and to hold you. To feel you, I love you dearly. I want you. All of you. I love you baby. I’ve got a question to ask you…

Will

You

Be

Mine?

I know it’s cliche to say I’m not like everyone else
That’s why I rather show you, see
I rather take my time to get to know you
And if I ever become too intrusive well, my apologies

They say honesty is the best policy, so promise to be honest
I want to be open so ask me anything

What do you want to know?
Do you want to know my favorite color, movies, or things to do?

What about my past?
Do you want to know about my exes or the feelings I struggle to express?

Ask me!

Do you want to know my relationship with my mother or if I’d ever sing to you?

Would I scratch your back or braid your hair,
Cook you food or paint your nails?

Is there anything you’re too afraid to ask because you’re too afraid of what my answer might be?

Well I want you to ask and I’ll reassure you with truth.

There is no one else when my interests are in you, there is no need for another when it’s you who I call my lover

There is no other, you can either take it leave it, I can’t make you believe me, but like I said before I rather just show you

Like the way I want to hold and console you, the sooner I get to know

boutzie:

So much pain my thoughts are making 

me insane. But this is how I operate from 

day to day fulfilling my desire to drip with 

disdain. 

I suffocate sometimes in the soot of my own 

despair as I try desperately to digest the congestion 

of the contentment I feel.  

Utterly crying until my smile can no longer conceal the rivers

that flow from my eyes leaving what little bit of dignity 

intertwine in the web of lies. 

I feel so much guilt behind these eyes that smile. 

I hide behind what my insecurities can see right through. 

I think I love what I see in you but can’t quite see through you. 

I want but sometimes wonder if it can ever be true or be you?

Do you see me? I want to see you want me. 

If I choose to see you then I have to see me. 

To know that I could never be me while being consumed

by your whole being. Like a fire that blazes through the forest killing 

and destroying everything in its path. 

On a small level, a minor scale that passion, that hurt, that pain 

could bring me to life. 

Bring me back into your world. 

Sometimes you take away the very thing that gives me life.

I breathe you. 

I just want to grow with you. 

I need you. 

I see a little of you in me. 

I see a little of me in you. 

It’s just the simple things. 

Our differences are sometimes distancing.

I wonder how much of our world do we see differently?

There is no difference just time and space that leaves 

me trying to keep pace with your existence. 

Yet. 

I still feel your presence over me. 

I still feel the heaviness of you.

Do I hover over you?

Like the shadow that lingers in my path?

If I do I am sorry. 

The twilight of the night contours the darkness 

surrounding me and those closest to me.

 I wish I could silhouette sometimes. 

Don’t ask me why? I just do. 

I wish the darkness wasn’t so opaque so that I could shine 

through to 

you. 

Please, shine through me like the light 

that comes through the tunnel. 

Keep me from sinking deep in the pit of fire. 

If I shine could you still see the picture?

If we both shine we will see things clearer. 

Faster than ever. 

Eternal Longing

BR & @telvi1 

I am sometimes perceived to be things that are inconceivable
and incomprehensible, in my perspective anyway
I am often the suspect of many devious subjects
I guess I am subjective to objective prejudice
predisposed to you and I, accordling
formally known by the complexities of my skin tone
my complexion reflects the unknown and misunderstood
apparently I am only deviantly good for a certain sector of society
mildly harsh words wounds scars woven in these inconceivable notions
of who I am
I am a black man

Let me let my acrobats do the talking, my mouth do tricks as your eyes do flips, let them roll back
Relax, get comfortable, be you baby don’t hold back,
I want to watch you strip, but slowly though, tease me, let me please you, blow me slowly,
Your whispers into my ears turn into fantasies I never thought I had, you so dreamy, you leave me with thought bubbles,
I’ve been thinking bout you (ohhh na na na) I’ve been thinking you (ohh na na na) I’ve been thinking bout you
And all the things you make me feel,
You make me feel different, you make me feel special, you’re encouraging and that’s what I like about you, you are the major key and that’s why I write about you,
To be honest though, I really want to unlock whatever you got on the other side,
Can I
Turn the key

intractable-anima:

telvi1:

intractable-anima:

telvi1:

Reblog with new parts.

“Let me kiss the dimples of your back while I caress the curves across the circumference of your consciousness”

That is fine,
As long as my wisdom
Is engulfed in your aura’s truth.
This life of mine
Gave me a crooked spine
Guide my blessed snake
to enlightenment.
Look me in the eyes
and blow my mind by
Inhaling my breath with your spirit
Ensnaring my death with your
Transparent pivot.
Trailing my waning shadows
with a seraphic vision.
Kissing me is fine,
As long as we kick the system
with deadly boots,
&& this prison is hung
by our ancestors noose.

#MaggieRella

I guess I’ll do a little rearranging, allow my words to entice you, and this energy to flow through you, I want you to know what it feels to be touched by an Angel, let us to align with one another, I promise to be your moonlight that shines through the abyss, if I could I’d make nights shorter, so the only shadows you see are the ones of me, following step by step, your carbon footprints or the essence of your being, just let me follow you home,
just open your mind

I appreciate your zest.
Sometimes men are cruel,
But with these words
You give me a preview of your best.
I want more…
Not to be nasty,
I want to manifest divinity
as we allow our somatic existence
to merge.
Climactic marks sinking into the walls.
Allow my heart to rest on your
wings.
I need their strength,
they never let you fall.
Fly me to the brink of Sirius.
Be creative.
Be mysterious.
I am open to shorter nights
& longer days.
You’ll find the moons light
On my lower back,
and if you kiss her
your inquiring shadow will
be submerged by chocolates
beauty.
Your footprints duty is to
drag along my celestial maze.
Show me a time that is unreal
& encounters greatness…

So long I have waited.

#MaggieRella

I wonder if we’d connect like constellations when my lips touch your lower back, I wonder whether gravity will pull me under, the sedation of your words, you said you want to fly too, to touch the stars but I want to take you past what you ever imagine, I want to take you to the future, take you so far that you forget about your past, take quantum leaps into the surreal, lucid dreams they say, but what if I told you this was reality and that your melanin taste like chocolate, let me kiss the dimples of your lower back, to experience something both celestial and climactic, let my lips touch your skin as my arm wrap around waist, you said you wanted to fly so I figured, that figuratively, you wanted that astral projection, that type of outer body experience that leave your limbs limber, I’m trying to entice you, I wonder if my words excited you cause if they do then…

(via maggierella-deactivated20211212)

I always think about you when the suns out, the sun rays shine down and all I could think about is you and that glo in that sundress, then bring you home to undress, your thoughts
I bet you thought I was going to say your clothes, but to be honest your close,
I really want to undress that costume, to see behind that face you put on, and that weight you put on, my shoulders, and that perfume you spray on to mask the sadness, baby I can sense that scent, I sense that shit, you don’t need to lie to me, stop, I want your honesty and honestly I just can’t stop,

I just can’t quit thinking my mind is always in thought, ironically things are never what you thought, I wonder what the hell I be thinking when you run across my thoughts, somehow my mind made a space for you, but if I ever saw you today I wouldn’t really know what to say to you, cause part of me hated you, but it faded, I guess I just had too much, jaded, and yea I still bring that ass home in that sundress, to undress a few things I want to address

Snippet of a poem I’m working on.