Blendology Poems [ for 18+ adults ]
Cleansing His Heart, Pampering His Mind
He’s the baritone voice I hear, before resting my eyes
Hard candy in the morning when he’s thrusting between my thighs
A beautiful wish confiscated in the spiritual depth of my dreams
To the handsome Tomcat who touches my spirit before diving into the softness of my butter rum cream
Slowly, tenderly, freeing the essence of my soul
The je ne sais quoi to the quiet comfort of this French Haitian Creole
Midnight magic in his arm, mmm... he beautifully consoles
Lover’s embrace
The craving of his tongue, he savors from my silken taste
Imprisoning my passion, locked deep with the cresting of my feverish needs
Over and over again, begging for him to complete me
Written in the stars as we soar to the fate of our destiny
The Heavens hears my echoing weakening pleads
With each branding sensation within my Chi, felt
Linking my legs around the virility of his temple, Oh God this man makes me softly melt
In the web of pleasure my passion to find, his rapture I seek
Beyond the stars, he crowns me at the zenith of my trickling peak
Crying out his name
His mouth converting mine, as he dips in and out my surrendering rain
Clenching him tighter, his soul joining mine in pools of ecstasy
Inside my sweeten sugar cane, his streams fill me
A crime of passion in resonances its reminisce
Euphoric we fall from the heights of Nirvana’s bliss
Breathless, our bodies mirroring the reflection of good loving we’ve made
This sultry Queen of heart, conceding to a King of Spade
My compassionate I rest upon his chest
Contentment as we become the masterpiece … mmm… who loves you best
Softly Levitating In His Holistic Care🌼
Fragrant aroma within the garden as we lay
On a bed of roses to takes one’s breath away
Nakedness to life as we give unto another
Bodies toppling skin we smother
Kiss the earth of such sweet lands
Tending landscape with such probing hands
Outcries under illicit demands
Duty to appease fall under man’s command
To please with ease, while kneeling on his knees
Softly tantalizing, my Chi in the throne of the hour
I am weakened under such a handsome Knight towering power
In the cloak of night seduction
Honey droplets to his oralation
Giving me the Nirvana of his caressing sensations
Oh, sweet mercy, sensuous craving to my center core
He is the King of my Heart, when he has me like this, giving me the thrusts of his bliss, do I need to say more
Weakening screams, my back arched, to the feel of being touched
His hands outlining the curvaceous wonders of my supple skin, like a masterpiece he completes me, passion unto us no rush
Swiping the side of my nipple peak
Eyes closing, dream state, giving him the trickles of my buttered rum flavored seeps
Inner legs encasing his cheeks soft purrs of no more, no more
Oh, thank you Allah for man unto woman you gave and what their tongues are used for
Palming the bed
All that hard masculinity firm, pointing North, from where this moment has led
Slowly climbing this Queen’s tender throne
Yes, my love, once locked deep inside my soul, let my tenderness become the scriptures of your Psalms
A King’s pillowed, between my Creole thighs, I become his comfort zone
Spreading my wings for only him to sniff, softly finger, his eyes to see
Wide enough for his pearly streams to flee
Hosing the nectar of my silken flower, he is my want, I am his need
Ecstasy you could never ignore in the midst from his Hebrew lineage, its power, its hypnotic to the mind
Addictive behind his grind
Coveting his girth, we lose all reality of time
Kissing my skin, passion marking me as he eases out then in
Mm... again and again
Legs entangled, lips to lips, tongue to tongue French kiss, in the moment of heighten pleasure he is all mine
Sweaty and naked in the sublime
Mm... our bodies playing tug-of-war
Have a soft spot in one’s heart for
Crashing down the dam behind a damsel’s door
Torpedo hit climatic adrift
Flowing free inside the depth of my silken carnal abyss
Paradise of moans pulsating under a thundering bliss
Rainfalls enclosing rushing waves
I love the way this man whispers to me his lustful parlay
Then capturing my smokey hazel eyes, outlining my lips, a little nip to his fingertip, he loves that foreplay
On scented sheets we perfectly blend as my moans, his deep throated groans, on the wind....carted away
Leaving us sedated, breathless, entwined in our soaked reminisce
Euphoric feels just like this
Contend
Relent
Giddiness and Spent
"Yes, my love I will join you in the shower"
Bon fèt Thanksgiving 2023
Okay looking back on all the Thanksgivings, I have spent around the globe, in someone’s kitchen, our in a hotel suite awaiting room service, or just me in a robe relaxing, well this will be my most memorable one, and I am not on call, this is the most blessed Thanksgiving to me.
It started out with a beautiful conversation last night from Upper Eastside New York a sultry conversation in the wee hours to New Jersey.
Intimate chats and phone conversations that would curl your toes outside of DUP.
Therefore, we agreed to spend some time together on our first official Thanksgiving.
I should have known better, when he asked to cook, and I am of my grann’s trait.
My home, my kitchen.
My dishes consist of garden grown compounded herbs, spices, no GMOs, and no bioengineered food.
Speaking off I will be writing a Straight Talk Live Journal on that very topic. As you noticed I slid that in to keep from writing about the inevitable, okay, here we go.
My brownstone door chimes. I had just finished posting my poem Spiritual Justice (Part I), and I was already nervous, who believes in meeting anyone from online to reality.
I grabbed my pepper spray, just in case, what, I ain’t lying. So, I walked down the steps, I was talking to my Bestie’s spouse, since she was still preparing her family meal and he is an attorney and the code word was’ not today’ meaning if something happened to me, he did it.
I looked through my Ring Cam, and this person was looking around my street.
I seen the back of his jacket, nice so far, then he turned around and rung my doorbell again.
Oh my, I looked in the mirror behind my door, fluffed my curls and slowly opened the door.
My eyes were mesmerized on his hair chin... he must have heard me say.. mm.
He handed me a bottle of Chardonnay, he does not drink, I do. And I was not paying attention and the bottle slipped, landing on my threshold shattering.
I told him not to worry about it. He stepped into my brownstones, first order of business, you have to remove your shoes, my eyes instantly enlarged because he has some big feet, very big feet. I do not know how true that is... but let’s say... when, or even if that time reveals itself, I would know pleasure beyond compare.
He told me I could play some music while he finishes preparing all the ingredients he needed. He brought over this nice CD of a violinist music, it was so smooth to my ears, from my surrounding sound speakers.
He was just smiling, we were both nervous, I know I was, until he pulled out the bag some Kraft shredded cheese, which I do not eat, milk, which I do not drink, and something that looks like a package dead bird, he said it was a Cornish hen.
I did not want to hurt my King’s feelings, but I swore I told him I am a vegan, therefore, I told him since he was my guest, I will cook something from my kitchen, but he said he really had a taste for some home fries like his late mother used to make on the stove and drizzled cheese and onions underneath.
A Scorpion man, my goodness, once their mind is set on something to their liking, I swear you have to chisel around their aura until you find that soft spot of compromise.
It just felt good for a handsome man in reality to be in my kitchen, he was half tripping all over poor Rebel, who stayed with him foot-to-foot.
And if you see his mouth moving, with salt and pepper chin hairs... I am sighing while writing.
I made some cabbage, some battered shrimp, and he made the homemade fries and onions and drizzled it in cheese, it looked and smelled delicious, I sampled it coming out the cast iron skillet, it seems he can cook.
We toasted to our new beginning with a glass of distilled water, He left my brownstone smiling and headed back to New Jersey to sit at his sister’s table.
What a blessing and a new beginning... oh yes, my Scorpio King.
Happy Thanksgiving for us and Happy Anniversary
