Blendology Poems [ for 18+ adults ]

Irvin Mayfield’s Jazz Playhouse    
Royal Sonesta Hotel    
New Orleans, Louisiana    
   
I was sitting at the Jazz Bar on Bourbon Street. After, I had already downed two Cosmos, and working on my third. I was feeling the mood, the atmosphere, the southern dialect heard in the distance background sounded as if I crossed an entire continent to hear such southern blended dialects.    
   
Several moments later, I decided to sip the last remains of my drink. I decided to rise and check out several more Jazz Bars establishments on the stroll. However, before, I rose from my bar stool. A handsome man of Italian lineage slid beside me. He leaned against the bar and tapped on the Oakwood surface to get the bartender’s attention    
Umm, the man smelled so good.    
I turned my head the other way, pretending the coy act.    
   
“Whatcha having,” the bartender asked this gentleman.    
“Rum no ice.” He looked over at me. “And give the lady another round of whatever she’s sipping on.”    
   
The bartender nodded his head at the man’s request.    
   
Darn, then that mean I would have to twist my head around and face the chivalry in his deep baritone voice. I told myself, I am here for rest from ER patient caseloads, training for a marathon, just to be me, which involves no kinky one-night stand.    
I pivoted my head.    
   
Damn, I swear, I couldn’t get my mouth moving, let alone get the words out to properly thank this handsome Adonis.    
   
Keep your head, was the only words that rang out in the far corners of my mind.    
   
The bartender placed a napkin down in front of our presence. He then placed our respective drinks in front of us. The bartender gave me just enough time for my brain to register a response if spoken to once again.    
   
“Thank you.”    
His midnight-colored eyes gently caressed my skin.    
“I’m hoping so.”    
He lifted his drink and took a small swig.    
   
Umm, his lips, succulent, a good indicator he knew how to use them along with his mouth.    
I was too frighten to lift me drink, my hands were shaking,    
Compose yourself.    
I took a deep breath.    
   
“Are you enjoying yourself gorgeous.”    
“I am now.”    
   
The man nodded his head at my affirmation.    
   
My mind has always fast forward, his tongue bathing within the pools of my pussy juices; sapping the essence of me as his head twisted from side to side as he enjoyed his feast of famine.    
What was wrong with me, I made a pack with myself, before I boarded the plane from Philadelphia to pretend to be a virgin to this world. Somehow, that plan was being mentally challenged.    
   
I swear this handsome one looked like, Nick Lashey, from his aquiline facial features to his build concealed behind his double-breasted two-piece navy blue suit.    
   
“Have you eaten. If not, I know this nice restaurant not too far from here. This place serves the best mouthwatering steaks.”    
“Ooh, I’m sorry, I’m a vegetarian.”    
   
Good, maybe he would finish his drink in silence, and allow me to sneak out of here, alone.    
   
The stranger palmed down has smooth shaven cheeks.    
“This is New Orleans, the seafood is exquisite to eat, much like the eye candy in front of me.”    
“The hard candy erected in front of me, could use a good sucking as well.”    
Why does the erotic side of my nature always seep through, this man must have thought me to be easy.    
He looked down following my words and then hooked my smokey-colored eyes    
   
“Are you up for the job?”    
“Maybe.”    
“Tell me gorgeous, is the pussy clean, and does it smell like heaven.”    
   
This was no southern gentleman.    
I looked around the bar and then faced his presence. I spaced my thighs, inserted a finger inside my pussy, withdrew it, and then smeared my finger under his nostrils    
   
“You tell me.”    
He took a complementary whiff.    
This handsome one lifted that same finger placed it up to his mouth. He held my eyes as he homed my finger inside his mouth.    
WTF?    
   
This handsome one read the questions in my eyes    
   
“It smells like heaven, I wanted to see what an Angel really taste like.”    
   
I almost climaxed, words floating out that generous mouth, facial features already had me mentally stoned.    
He allowed by hand to fall astray.    
   
I nervously lifted my drink, took a sip; I shakily repositioned my glass on my napkin.    
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Why don’t we get out of here.”    
“I’m sorry, I do not leave with strangers.”    
   
He stuck the tip of his tongue inside my ear canal. “I’ll stick something much bigger and better, in other tighter holes.”    
His minty breath was hot on my ear.    
   
“I…!”    
   
Would you just say something? Educated and cannot form a simple reply. My own rules of being in charge caught me off guard. I had no defense, the man was guilty of tipping me off balance, in the most poetic way.    
   
He kissed the bottom of my earlobe and inched his face back. He cupped my chin and slowly turned my face to meet his eyes.    
   
Please tell me I packed those extended condoms, I racked my brain in a matter of minutes, dammit.    
   
He must have sensed my hesitancy.    
   
“Tell me sexy, I do not make you nervous, we have all night to get better acquainted.”    
“I have a stocked bar in my hotel room.”    
   
I was flirting with danger, but to spend a night of consensual passion in a man’s arm who looked the splitting image of Nick Lashey was on this French Creole woman’s nightly agenda.    
   
“This is nice.”    
   
He lifted my diamond Ankh and leaned his head down to closely inspect it. His hair was glossed, slicked back, and tapered to a V shape faded cut. He slowly replaced my piece of jewelry against my bare chest. The back of his hand took the extra time to caress over my sun kissed skin.    
   
“Very nice.” His eyes never wavered from mine. “The necklace too.”    
   
I blushed those pearly white enamels.    
The man lifted his drink and took a healthy swig. He looked down at my drink.    
   
“I also have a stocked bar in my hotel suite.”    
“Suite.”    
“Yes, downtown.”    
“Lead the way handsome.”    
   
Hyatt House New Orleans/Downtown    
New Orleans, Louisiana    
One Hour Later    
   
We walked into the hotel lobby of the Hyatt House.    
“Can you excuse me,”    
“Sure.”    
   
He strolled away from me, confident in his stride. Thank goodness he had the taxicab driver to pull over at one of those convenient food markets. I felt my purse for the box of assurance if this night progresses as I’m hoping.    
   
I pivoted my head. Marco, that’s his name, was conversing with another handsome looking gentleman.  
    
New Orleans from what I could remember was not this stocked with men who looked like models when I blazed through here years ago.    
   
Marco walked toward me.    
Damn, the man looked good, I’m sure to get my pussy caressed throughout the night; I’m halfway there, no panties or thong are gracing this Brazilian waxed pussy.    
   
“You are a very gorgeous woman, are you American.”    
“No, I was born in Santo Domingo, reared by my Grand-mère in France, and spent my adolescent years in Haiti with my grann until I went to college in America.”    
   
Marco stepped back and looked down at my toned ass.    
   
My curvaceous body hugged the soft material of my tight silk red dress, worn as a second skin, next to wearing nothing.    
   
“I must give its countries its proper credence, in producing gorgeous and scrumptious bodied women.”    
   
Mm, his voice sounded velvety. The man was making love to my mind, and we have not even arrived at his hotel suite.    
   
We finally stepped on the elevator.    
   
“Was that man someone you know.”    
“Yes, my business partner.”    
   
The elevator doors closed. He pushed the up button.    
   
“Are you here on business or pleasure, sexy?”    
His voice relieved my thinking.    
“Pleasure.”    
“Which awaits us.”    
“Marco, do you reside in New Orleans?”    
“No, I’m here on business, I live in Los Angeles.”    
   
The elevator doors opened.    
We stepped off and walked in the direction of his suite.    
Marco lifted the keycard, opened the door, and then stepped aside. He permitted my entrance.    
   
I entered Marco’s lavish hotel suite.    
His suite was bathed with soft illuminating lighting.    
In the center of the suite positioned near the floor-to-ceiling window, stood a white tablecloth.    
Two covered dishes sat upon idly.    
   
Marco closed the door as I turned to face his presence.    
Marco encircled my lower back and pulled me into his arms.    
   
“Just like you requested.”      
“I’m sorry, like I requested.”    
   
Marco leaned his face downward and tenderly arrested my lips.    
   
Dreams meeting reality, oh yes, my mind screamed.    
 
“Just like you requested.”    
“Wait, excuse me love.”    
I gently pushed Marco’s chest back with regrets.    
“Can you please explain your comment, like I requested.”    
“Okay, it’s your money spent he said.”    
WTH?    
“I am a little confused here.”    
“This fantasy date. Which I am getting paid by the hour.”    
My temper went from zero to pissed off in mere seconds.    
   
“Wait, I hope you do not think I’m a…a prostitute?”    
“No, but I’m a male escort.” He caressed my soft cheek. “And why are we wasting time, after all, you already paid me fifteen hundred dollars for my required services throughout the night.”    
   
This episode was not fair, handsome, probably packing, looking like Nick Lashey, and he’s a male whore, wow, this is the stuff one most keep a tight lid on and never divulge.    
“I think there has been some form of a misunderstanding. I am not the person, who has paid you for your services.”    
   
“The woman, I was supposed to meet at that particular hotel bar, stunning, curvaceous, spiraling curls past her shoulders, and cat like light gray eyes, and from who I saw once I entered, you fitted the bill perfectly, by the way I like the Fairy tattoo to your upper thigh.    
   
I blushed, and then cleared my throat    
   
“I think, we need to end this evening, it appears someone apparently is waiting for you, who paid you, sadly, it’s not me.”    
   
Marco palmed his cheeks down.    
“Would you…”    
“No.”    
“I’ve been told the hot looking women are always taken or fleeing my presence.”    
   
How does he think I feel, I have an unused box of condoms?    
   
Marco escorted me back downstairs, paid for my taxicab. Before the taxicab pulled off, he gave me his business card just in case I’m ever in Cali.    
   
I gave him my home telephone number and cell phone number if he’s ever in Philly. In addition, my website profile addresses for his erotic pleasure reading, the telephone number to my hotel, just in case, and my webcam website and my pseudonym name, whereas he can watch me play with myself with my naughty toys at his leisure.    
   
Marco called me that same night, we talked from two o’clock in the morning until four fifteen.  

Eleven Madison Park  
11 Madison Ave    
New York, NY 10010    
    
Ya’lll this handsome one is hard to contain    
Without even touching me, girl, he makes my pussy rain    
Do tell us more, Sweet Kitty, we are listening please    
He showed up at my door the other night, I opened it, I pinched my nipples for an eye tease   
Just letting his mind drift upon his midnight wish    
And you know I had on my come and get this dress    
He licked his lips, had me stuttering with a hello, pussy all wet    
That white hooker get up    
Forget ya’ll, but yes    
That attire against my skin, has to be described as man’s first origin sin      
Wait, do this mysterious man even have a name?      
I call him, Naajir, he calls me something else when I’m giving him some brain    
Once he took off his drawers      
Ya’ll, I had his mind elevated in the Land Of Oz    
     
Waiting for the toppling of his pearly freefall    
He was loudly grunting, rubbing up and down his stomach, hissing      
His palm to my head, up and down his taut skin, I was French kissing    
Got me addicted off that clear taste, before the explosion in my mouth feening for the wait    
Girl, he pulled my curls so tight with that surge, not a drop went to waste    
I put his throbbing arousal between my breasts, making love, getting it back up to that long Mandingo length    
Had him mesmerized, and my mouth did not relent    
You sure he does not have any brothers    
I forgot to ask him, but for now, my pussyhole is milking this lover    
Without a touch, he makes my pussy rain    
And his smile, his eyes, but his hair, strength in his mane    
Loving it while his tongue is dipping, and his two fingers inside me slipping    
Get, out of here, ain't no man that good    
I beg to differ, if he’s eating the cooch like he should    
Well, my man does it right, so let me knock on wood    
Word up girl    
Hum.. all I know is when he is thrusting deep inside me, his loving takes me to another world    
     
Teasing me beyond the absence space of time        
Such a charmer, tenderness when whispering, begging me to kiss between my Creole thighs      
Laughter in the gift of his surrendering tease      
Vows to always be there in the light, blending our souls in the midnight hour, pleasure we seek        
Bringing me down and he still be loving me        
Catering to the fetishes of my mentality while dipping into the abyss of my carnal needs        
Yes, this handsome one brings me to throne of Nirvana until I am too far gone when on his knees        
     
Sounds like someone is falling    
Yeah, for his dick, if ya’ll must know, I am keeping my heart at a distance but my mind ain’t stalling    
You ain’t seen his pics    
Lord have mercy... what a big di..    
     
Ladies would you like to order now    
Give us twenty more minutes, if you would allow    
What were you saying, Kitty    
     
We have been relishing in stolen times in a realm of make believe        
Giving him my nude sauciness with each angle he peeps        
Telling me to turn around and bend over, and pull it apart... oo… I knew that certainly would make him real hard        
Pushing him past limits. mm...  too far        
Trailing my hands up my legs, a jiggle, butt cheeks just a wiggling        
        
I can feel the alluring of his soul from oceans away        
The swag in his poetic lines, the hypotonic of his eyes, that endearment uplifts my day        
No need to wish him near, he is right here, he got that swag when he parlays    
On the other side of my moon, he calls, just to feel the warmth of my touch          
Mm.. his fingers deep inside me feening for his flavoring rush        
In haste, his tongue lashes, tasting my creamy gush    
Ya’ll, once he's on top, my legs linked around his back      
Giving him that wetness, his erection mm.. never lacks        
        
His strong hands cupping my ass        
Double humping me, I was losing my breath, not sure how long I was going to last        
Squeezing down on his buttocks        
Making sure the leaking of his lust stays in lock        
With every push in pull out, ya’ll he was penetrating deeper, I felt his throbbing girth knocking on my g-spot        
I remembered I said, baby ... wait.. wait… stop        
I told him to take it out        
Ya'll, I climbed over the brotha's mouth        
     
Bracing the wall, my juices trickling over his faint beard, while I fingered my creamy south        
Placing some of my essence over my tits        
Leaning downward, my swinging breasts, gracing his lips        
Mm.. oh yes.. yes.. the brotha has it going on, lifting his erection, sliding down his arousal, girl he was swimming in my lover’s nest        
Gyrating and circling my yoni, just a tad, he knew I wanted to climax real bad        
Much as I wanted to inch up and down letting him upward thrust        
My downward shifting, then stopping, feeling him pulsates, I know he was about to bust his nutt      
     
Girl, I am jealous    
I have to admit once in my sheets, we straight nasty bliss    
          
He lifted me, laying me back, opening my legs, his mouth to my pussy begin to sup my essence up        
Back arched, my body was twisting        
Trying to evade the feeling the way his oral fixation was drifting        
Mm… my head dented the soft pillow... begging him.. don’t stop, stop... just let me move        
Seesawing my pelvis to his mouth... sensitive from the sweetest onslaught, his tongue never lost the groove    
Oh... what a feeling he brings me, from his voice to the invitation to join him in our sexual foray        
Needed, wanting him and, the way we seductively play    
     
What did you say once again his name is?    
Naajir, why    
Girl, you better keep that brotha on lock and key, not too many like him fall from the sky    
And Kitty that’s no lie    
     
I will tell the rest during our meal    
For this Creole sista, he is the real deal    
Muscular body, hard in all the right places      
Big and long enough to fit in all my tight spaces    
     
     
This poem was in appreciation to a poetic wager Naajir and I made who would win the Monday night Wildcard game, between the Dallas Cowboys and the Tamp Bay Buccaneers    
     
As you see, I lost.. enjoy, my King    
     
Dallas Cowboys  31    
Tampa Bay Buccaneers 14