Submissions by jamariquai
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2016 9:10am
23rd Sep 2016 9:10am
My Love.
She's the love, that I've been searching for. Like a bird, that lands on the ledge of your window. You care and feed it, then takes off. But always comes back, once in a while. When she's here, everything stops. As if the heavens opened up and shined right on her. The sun, asks to warm her face. Smooth Hawaiian skin, almond brown eyes, not perfect, but which of us are. We lay in bed, she listens, as I read my poetry concepts and unfinished material. We embrace each other, holding unto time. Never separating for a second. She never asks for much. Just to be the man, that saved her, from...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2016 9:25am
21st Sep 2016 9:25am
Strip Clubs
So, I'm talking to a friend of mine, that used to do porn and dance topless. And asked me, if I ever went to a strip club. Of course, I have, but I don't get the allure of strip clubs. So, you go to a club, watch some ladies dance, in front of men. She takes her clothes off, does a shake and a jiggle. You get happy, pay for a private show. She takes you to a room, dances for you. You get to see breasts, and booty in your face. Then it's over. So, you paid for a woman to turn you on, get you hard and leave. You can do that, at home. Here's the breakdown.
Single guys: invite a woman over,...
Single guys: invite a woman over,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2016 7:31am
20th Sep 2016 7:31am
MY OPINION
This is just my personal opinion.
But, I was on my way home, and I saw a woman, with a few kids and one on the way. Waiting on the bus. Further down the way, their was another female, with one and one on the way.
And I'm just thinking. Why get pregnant, to a man, that can't provide a means of transportation. What's so strong about a woman, struggling to get on a bus, wit a stroller and kids in hand?
How about not opening your legs and heart, to somebody that can't be a provider. That just blows my mind.
If you see yo fellow sistah, on the bus or walking with several kids....
But, I was on my way home, and I saw a woman, with a few kids and one on the way. Waiting on the bus. Further down the way, their was another female, with one and one on the way.
And I'm just thinking. Why get pregnant, to a man, that can't provide a means of transportation. What's so strong about a woman, struggling to get on a bus, wit a stroller and kids in hand?
How about not opening your legs and heart, to somebody that can't be a provider. That just blows my mind.
If you see yo fellow sistah, on the bus or walking with several kids....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Sep 2016 6:53am
19th Sep 2016 6:53am
The Shower: Continuing from ) SLEEPING SWALLOW)
THE SHOWER.
The lavender scented oil, mixes with the steam, from our liquid encounter.
The shadow of your body, brings me in. The silk smooth-ness of your skin, begs for my hands to touch you. I lather your loofah and give circular cleansing, to your back, down to your strawberry shaped bottom and end at the back of your ankles. I come up, cock strong and ready. You back into me, slowly taking me in. As you lean forward, the water cascades down your back, finding its way to your center and on to my shaft. I wash your hair and condition it, never moving from the position that I'm in....
The lavender scented oil, mixes with the steam, from our liquid encounter.
The shadow of your body, brings me in. The silk smooth-ness of your skin, begs for my hands to touch you. I lather your loofah and give circular cleansing, to your back, down to your strawberry shaped bottom and end at the back of your ankles. I come up, cock strong and ready. You back into me, slowly taking me in. As you lean forward, the water cascades down your back, finding its way to your center and on to my shaft. I wash your hair and condition it, never moving from the position that I'm in....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Sep 2016 1:22am
19th Sep 2016 1:22am
SLEEPING SWALLOW
A continuation from " A Oscar Worthy Performance"
SLEEPING SWALLOW
Laying down in bed. He's so tired, getting off work, then the gym, came home, took a shower and he went right to sleep.
But, why is he so! Hard. I'm gonna take care of that. Move the covers back, revealing the WMD.
I drip alittle spit, on his head, let me stroke it first. Slow and rhythmic. His legs start to move and open wider. Starting to get some pre-cum. Waste not, want not. I haven't had my mouth filled, since yesterday morning. "He didn't ask for it, but he deserves it". I can hear his...
SLEEPING SWALLOW
Laying down in bed. He's so tired, getting off work, then the gym, came home, took a shower and he went right to sleep.
But, why is he so! Hard. I'm gonna take care of that. Move the covers back, revealing the WMD.
I drip alittle spit, on his head, let me stroke it first. Slow and rhythmic. His legs start to move and open wider. Starting to get some pre-cum. Waste not, want not. I haven't had my mouth filled, since yesterday morning. "He didn't ask for it, but he deserves it". I can hear his...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Sep 2016 10:06pm
18th Sep 2016 10:06pm
A Oscar Winning Performance
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