Black Poetry : BROWN SUGAR, HONEY AND BUTTERFLY WINGS

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  1. THA HOOKUPMAN

    THA HOOKUPMAN Banned MEMBER

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    smooth brown sugar columns stand tall, apart watchful, beckoning
    closed, hide the treasure,
    open, mark the path leading to the valley of promised pleasure
    The valley of the Shadows the aahs, the oohs, the hmms
    And the umph! umph! umph's!
    Sometimes the "who's your daddy, and the who's your mama?"
    The "aye poppi's, and the "ooooh baby....baby"
    Some don't know who they are and cry, "say my name"
    Thus echos the passion on the lips of many!
    Most just say the oohs and aahs have it


    Nectar of the heavens run the path below
    Unmistakeable, mystical, it calls to the butterfly
    Rapid flash of its single soft moist tendril seeks, searches for the honey
    Slides inside the warmth of one sentinel, then the other
    Leaves moist kisses as tribute for it's having been there
    Musk honey fragrance from her core, its guide higher and higher

    Sweetness teasing, titillating unseen finger
    Touch, tantalizes, beguiling siren, lure it on
    The sentinels part more exposing the way
    Showing the way
    Not a betrayal, an affirmation, because they know there's a need
    The steam soaked curtain of many fine swirls sway, and give way
    At last, the jewel is revealed, round, erect....waiting

    Aaah, was that a quiver betraying its anticipation....and longing
    The need to be touched, suckled, circled, swirled and curled
    The butterfly hovered licking its lips, as it would soon caress
    Soon savor the flavor that triggers the "hunger"

    It's breath quickened, the prey had been found,
    Soon it would feed, the need too was strong,
    It blew warmth to calm it's quarry, soothing it, preparing it for....
    The silken trail stealing away from it said,
    "that's not a problem, preparations have already been made for you"
    "Come, feed as you must, my silkiness leads to the repast awaiting

    The wet jewel winked its approval, and impatience
    "Come! Taste of me, so that I may also"
    I feel naked before thee
    Come, chase, capture and devour
    Thy warmth clothe my nakedness that I might know the electricity of your devotion
    Feel the hum of it, its hint of pleasure, and pleasures....to come!
    And then....I will, again, again, and again!
    You will need water, honey only makes you thirstier!"

    The butterfly feigned shyness, tested its wings
    Ever so shyly begins its dance
    Feather touches, tickled up and down,
    Started at the end, noted the tiny space, an isle between maybe another dark pleasure and the one it sought
    The darkness winked back, and the butterfly thought "maybe another time, if I have the courage
    Then fired a moist path upward toward the beginning
    Touching the underside, separating soft petals, tasting every side of the swollen treasure

    The jewel rises, falls, then rises and waits, anticipates, hopes
    Light is the touch, almost missed, but it was
    But then that's the magic of it
    There! Another, and another, ooh so slow....then another
    Aaah! Under, over, around and around the crown of the jewel
    And then the flick, the lick,
    Its wings flutter making jealous the beat of the hummingbird wings
    Suddenly its wings widen, flatten....hmmm cover
    The butterfly has landed
    Brown Sugar groans, moans, churns, yearns
    Screams into the pillow
    "I want more! Need more!"

    There's a spark, a fire ignites, the spark grows, consumes
    The wings fan speeds incomprehensible, unceasing
    The flames become a wild fire, uncontrolled
    Only a back fire can match its force
    But that's for a later time, a later position
    The butterfly spreads it wings and covers all
    It must warn the sentinels, the flames, the flames!

    The sentinels widen, and straining to open more
    Lift, separate, unveil tender wetness trembling, waiting, hoping
    They, the sentinels must cool, for it will not
    Its heat scorches inside....outside
    It is delicious
    The sentinels decide to stand tall, stand their ground
    And go with the flow, they know it's coming


    Brown Sugar in motion, moves with steady rythme
    On stage it's exotic dancing, now it's the bump and grind
    The wet round jewel strains, begs more of its darting tormentor....and more
    Crystal honey flows, faster, races ahead of the rippling cascade to come
    More is coming, more is better

    Butterfly wings lick, taste, flick
    Matches the beat of the hummingbirds heart
    A storm threatens, the jewel rises to meet it
    The lightning to come, welcomed
    It seeks not shelter, pulsing, throbbing, it stands willing....a sacrifice
    Dares challenge for more....and more
    Flash points of lightning races the length of Brown Sugar

    A soft rumble deep within, hips surge forward and up....then the rush
    Waves, and waves again of brown sugar turned honey
    The butterfly tries to take flight lest its wings get wet!
    And it cannot fly to return and begin again
    Yet the hunger, the thirst is strong,
    Hmmm maybe just a little longer, no that's too long
    Wings take a long time to dry from that kind of wetness

    Too late! The lava comes!
    Firm fingers capture, pull, escape is no longer an option
    The butterfly hears the rumbling deep within
    Knows what it means, what's coming
    It's wings beat faster, circling, seizing, circling again
    Spiraling down ever so lightly to quench its searing thirst
    Soothing, inflaming, ravenous searching

    "The wings can dry later"

    Perspiration turns sweat
    The valley floor rises higher, higher
    Lifting fine silken cream soaked swirls....and the jewel rises higher to meet the wings, the lick
    The butterfly flick, and the butterfly whispers "hello"
    A long slow moan, then another, and another growing with desparation

    A cry explodes somewhere in time
    The firm fingers hold fast the vessel, escape is futile
    The butterfly cannot flee, does not want to flee
    It flicks more, licks more....ever so delicately
    A touch, that's not a touch
    Intensity unfathomable plums the core of Brown Sugar

    The storm is here, tidal waves of ecstasy crash, engulf
    Claim the valley of silk
    The sentinels are unsteady, rock too and fro
    Heat flashes their length
    They resist not the urge to hold each other
    And too, secure the promise within

    The butterfly is near suffocation
    Brown Sugar an abundance of air inhaled
    Another scream, this one piercing time, telling the tale
    Oxytocin is released,
    The beginning of the bonding
    A long throaty moan, a deep fulfilled sigh
    It fades, then silence the storm
    Warmth of contentment seeks peace, and slowly becomes still
    The valley of fine swirls falls gently home

    Peace reigns, the sentinels fatigued release, and the butterfly is free
    Peace should have reigned but....
    Then silence is broken.
    A growl from below
    The butterfly blinks into the darkness
    The true hunger is coming

    Its roar marks the urgency of its mission
    It will not be dissuaded, it cannot be bargained with, and it will not stop
    It is driven. Will once, twice, thrice be enough?
    Until it too screams forth covering all with its syrup of submission
    Brown Sugar whimpers sweet anticipation
    The butterfly dips its tendril just one more time into the silken honey
    "Aah yes, 100 degree's fahrenheit....just right!"
    Wings spread and it heads north, where are mountains and peaks that await. :dance: :dance: :hammer: hookup
     
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    Hooking ya'll up with powerful imagery and passion!
     
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    very nice imagery enjoyed this read...Angel
     
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    The pure beauty in this portrait of nature's passion, renders me speechless. Beyond wonderful poet, infinitely, beyond! :)
     
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    Thank you… :sand: some how I knew it would exceed my expectations

    I am certain, that I’ve never read it written about so deeply metaphorical or with such finesse, flair and skillful command of the English language. I loved the “vocabulary” in this treasure…a treasure made up of brown sugar, honey and butterfly wings… ( what a gorgeous metaphor…)

    As always…I am replete to be in the hands of a continually nascent master of the word.

    Placing kisses on each of your fingertips…and one in each palm.

    Write more for me baby…Pleeeeeeeeeeease, for I will forever, be at your feet of your brilliance, waiting, listening and worshiping My King and His Precious Gift… :wink:
     
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    wow what a flow dis was tyte ................drop it
     
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    Not a joke. First line was ill.

    One,

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