Submissions by jamariquai
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 7:06am
24th Jan 2018 7:06am
Wayward Rib
God created woman, from man's rib. So we're always missing a rib. This is a story, about a wayward rib
I found my rib, that was taken from me. I brought it home, and re-attached it. It fit, not loose, not tight, just right. So, I went about life, working, cleaning, loving, cooking and caring for the lil rib of some one else. But, the rib got wandering eyes. Started looking at a few other missing spaces. Ultimately, the rib would cause me aches in my side. And discomfort. Til she finally moved away and tried to latch unto someone else. Will the rib fit, will it be loose or tight....
I found my rib, that was taken from me. I brought it home, and re-attached it. It fit, not loose, not tight, just right. So, I went about life, working, cleaning, loving, cooking and caring for the lil rib of some one else. But, the rib got wandering eyes. Started looking at a few other missing spaces. Ultimately, the rib would cause me aches in my side. And discomfort. Til she finally moved away and tried to latch unto someone else. Will the rib fit, will it be loose or tight....
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2017 1:58pm
20th Apr 2017 1:58pm
Lonely Bed.
I finally slept in the bed. It felt cold, lonely, empty. I can't count the # of times, I rolled over, looking for you, and waking up. I laid on my back. Waiting for you to roll over towards me, so I can hold you. Your scent, is long gone, all that's left, are strands of hair. It's a bad dream, that has come back to haunt me. A bottled water, sits on the headboard, half gone. This bed, was not for everyone. Just for you and I. You and I, are gone. Now I sleep on the couch. Waiting, wondering, praying, for you. TO COME BACK TO BED.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Apr 2017 7:44am
15th Apr 2017 7:44am
Snicker Delight
SNICKERS DELIGHT
She told me. "When I get hungry, let her know". What she had, up her sleeve, was a mystery. The day went on, and eventually, I was hungry. I remembered, what she said. I'm hungry! She asked me to take a shower, before dinner. As I'm washing up, I notice that theirs nothing being cooked. I can't smell anything. Brush my teeth, lotion up and spray on my cologne. When, I catch the familiar scent, of something sweet. Can't put my finger on it, what is it. Then she says "come eat" I come out the bathroom, and I see her. Spread eagle, with a Snickers bar, sitting in her pussy....
She told me. "When I get hungry, let her know". What she had, up her sleeve, was a mystery. The day went on, and eventually, I was hungry. I remembered, what she said. I'm hungry! She asked me to take a shower, before dinner. As I'm washing up, I notice that theirs nothing being cooked. I can't smell anything. Brush my teeth, lotion up and spray on my cologne. When, I catch the familiar scent, of something sweet. Can't put my finger on it, what is it. Then she says "come eat" I come out the bathroom, and I see her. Spread eagle, with a Snickers bar, sitting in her pussy....
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2017 7:41pm
2nd Feb 2017 7:41pm
I love you. More and more, each day.
I look for you, in my memories. To have something pleasant, to think about.
I feel for your touch, when I sleep. I call out your name. Just to have it, on the tip of my tongue. Your (V), captures me, feeds me, and gives me strength. You are, the red-eye flight, of passion. And I, your only passenger. We are two. Working to become one. Each day, brings a new love and a new poem.
Which is why. I love you, more and more, each day.
I feel for your touch, when I sleep. I call out your name. Just to have it, on the tip of my tongue. Your (V), captures me, feeds me, and gives me strength. You are, the red-eye flight, of passion. And I, your only passenger. We are two. Working to become one. Each day, brings a new love and a new poem.
Which is why. I love you, more and more, each day.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Jan 2017 8:07am
18th Jan 2017 8:07am
Make love, all day.
Can we make love, all day.
Start with a good morning cuddle
Followed by kisses, and eye contact
I'll make you coffee or tea, while you sit on the balcony. Soaking up God's grace.
Can we make love, all day.
Have a morning shower. Wash your hair, caress your skin. Dry each other off. Let me rub you down, with coconut oil. Kiss the back of your neck. And prepare breakfast, while you get dressed
Can we make love, all day.
Listen to our favorite music artists, while at the gym. Watching your body, bend and twist. Transforming itself, into the best version of...
Start with a good morning cuddle
Followed by kisses, and eye contact
I'll make you coffee or tea, while you sit on the balcony. Soaking up God's grace.
Can we make love, all day.
Have a morning shower. Wash your hair, caress your skin. Dry each other off. Let me rub you down, with coconut oil. Kiss the back of your neck. And prepare breakfast, while you get dressed
Can we make love, all day.
Listen to our favorite music artists, while at the gym. Watching your body, bend and twist. Transforming itself, into the best version of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2016 8:32pm
31st Dec 2016 8:32pm
Where love goes.
Where does love go.
When love is not received, by the one giving it.
Does love, get sucked into the universe and spread across the stars.
Where does love go, when you give it 100% and the other person, gives you far less. Can you get a refund, on love. Does all the hurt, pain and wasted energy. Stay with you and influence your future decisions, to get out their and start over again. I am love, strong, hard-working, sincere, motivational, supportive and always evolving. I want the same love, to find me. Search me out, either on social media or in the stars.
Where does love...
When love is not received, by the one giving it.
Does love, get sucked into the universe and spread across the stars.
Where does love go, when you give it 100% and the other person, gives you far less. Can you get a refund, on love. Does all the hurt, pain and wasted energy. Stay with you and influence your future decisions, to get out their and start over again. I am love, strong, hard-working, sincere, motivational, supportive and always evolving. I want the same love, to find me. Search me out, either on social media or in the stars.
Where does love...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Oct 2016 6:54am
21st Oct 2016 6:54am
Thank you
I gotta thank you. For giving me the chance, to be your man. Man doesn't choose the woman. Woman chooses the man. They stand by us, when most family members won't.
They love us, before we even know, if we love them.
They put on many hats, and play many positions in life
They give life
They pray and ask God to bless you. Sometimes before they ask for themselves.
They are the reason, men like me, exist. They are precious.
They start out, as little angels, from heaven. And grow into queens.
So why, do they get abused, mislead, pregnant and left alone, for someone...
They love us, before we even know, if we love them.
They put on many hats, and play many positions in life
They give life
They pray and ask God to bless you. Sometimes before they ask for themselves.
They are the reason, men like me, exist. They are precious.
They start out, as little angels, from heaven. And grow into queens.
So why, do they get abused, mislead, pregnant and left alone, for someone...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Oct 2016 5:55pm
9th Oct 2016 5:55pm
A drunk dick sucker
It's today, 8:37a.m.
A knock at the door. Who could it be, but a drunk whore, I fucked a while back. I said "never more", will you get this cock, down your throat. You don't respect the dick, or yourself. I let her in, she asks "what you got to drink". Such a waste. I send her home, no dick to suck, no cum to swallow. She's not turned away, from other takers. She's invited into many houses, the recipe is sound. A few shots of Paul Mason, and she's on the ground. I heard, she even dips the dick, in her shot glass. I wonder, how bad could it be, to know that she drinks...
A knock at the door. Who could it be, but a drunk whore, I fucked a while back. I said "never more", will you get this cock, down your throat. You don't respect the dick, or yourself. I let her in, she asks "what you got to drink". Such a waste. I send her home, no dick to suck, no cum to swallow. She's not turned away, from other takers. She's invited into many houses, the recipe is sound. A few shots of Paul Mason, and she's on the ground. I heard, she even dips the dick, in her shot glass. I wonder, how bad could it be, to know that she drinks...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Oct 2016 10:14am
6th Oct 2016 10:14am
My Love
She's one of a kind. Sweet, humble, giving, spiritual. My love, has seen her fair share of disappointments, false love and abuse. When she'snot smiling, she's replaying, the hurt and shutting herself down. My love, it's time that you experienced, the real. The real love, of a praying man, a man that loves you, for your inner beauty as well as your outer. So, take my hand. Let's travel through the Garden of Eden. Embrace the promise of everlasting love, that we've promised each other. If you hurt, I will be your healer. If your cold, my arms and my heart, will blanket you, with the warmth of...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Sep 2016 7:47am
30th Sep 2016 7:47am
The Swallow
How did she survive, without swallowing? Is it even possible, that such a person exists. But, she does. Stumbled upon her, is what happen. At Wal-Mart. Buying a new phone. She liked my old one, I liked her new one. We exchanged numbers. She had a picture, of Batman, over her right breast. We hooked up, on a payday. For drinks and a movie. Conversation got sexual. Asked her, if she swallowed? And she said no. "It's too salty, she said". We enjoyed each other and learned a many things. Over a losing game of poker, she wagered, any favor, if I win. Three of a kind, over a weak pair....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Sep 2016 6:00am
28th Sep 2016 6:00am
Peanut Butter
It was yesterday. 9/26/16. She came by, after 9. With a bottle of Banana 99. (It's good, try it). We sat down and talked about, this that and the third. She asked about my past encounters, I asked about her sperm donors. We drank and dived into each other's mental. From a young mustache, to a gray beard. I asked, "what's the sexiest thing, you've done, for a guy"? She replied, "let him lick chocolate syrup, off me". She said. "I want something different, something that will leave me, wanting more". We drank and drank, laughed and chilled. I got up, to refresh...
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