Black Poetry : BROWN SUGAR, HONEY AND BUTTERFLY WINGS

THA HOOKUPMAN

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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
 
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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