Black Poetry : MIND BLOWN

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  1. 1svd2srv

    1svd2srv Member MEMBER

    United States
    Dec 17, 2012
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    Would you make love to me?
    Would you caress my heart, my mind
    And make love to my insecurities?
    If I told you I want you
    to make love to me
    emotionally arresting my soul
    molding, holding my mentality.
    If I told you, would you
    Seduce my being
    The core that causes my heart to sing
    In those times I'm longing.. ....for you.
    Would you....make love to me?
    Accepting this, this thing I don't understand but arrest the plan that is there in my mind remembering to never forget that I want you.
    Would you make love to me, mentally taking me on a journey heightening my senses without touching me. Seriously, I want you to make love to me. Giving me mind blown ecstasy. An orgasmic charge to large to contain it's source within. Exploding from the big O, what a feeling! If I told you I want you, would you make love to me? Would you slow me down and turn me around and simply say to me:
    Yes, I will make love to you. Giving you something so pure tailored made just for you. I will make love to you, your mind a rare form of a jewel waiting to be formed and shaped by my words of pleasure, a divine treasure waiting to be unlocked and only I hold that key, yes me. Only I can unleash that burst of ecstasy that is deep within. Yes, my love I will be honored if you told me to make love to you.
  2. baller

    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

    Jan 28, 2001
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    the near north

    I remember a time, way back in the day
    When blowing minds was my running forte
    But blowing minds wasn’t the thing I was good at
    Can still smell the flava of all the poontang I’ve had
    No…I’m not a Balla, in that sense of the word
    So, forget all the BS stories you’ve heard

    Make love to your what…you won’t have no insecurities
    I’ll show you how a strong black woman is supposed to be
    Won’t try to change you…I’ll build on what’s there
    Show you a future you’ll be willing to share
    Not necessarily with me, but that could be one choice
    Let me drown in the sea of your wonderful voice

    You can’t emotionally arrest what’s sweet and serene
    Won’t tell you no lies. Won’t ply you with bling

    I’d do it like this

    follow me:

    It was a COOL night

    We sat on the deck of our home
    Playfully teasing each other
    While gazing at the stars
    As mellow jazz breezed through the speakers

    Your laced panties
    Slowly descended sculptured thighs
    Revealing…Swollen lips that oozed WOMAN JUICE
    Its scent assuaged my senses
    As your excitement sang songs of
    “COME…taste this.”

    You are indescribably delicious
    And, yet…tasteless
    So intoxicating is the aroma of your scent
    The most
    Odor in the world
    ~ For a man ~
    Is that of a well-kept
    Y U N N I

    It is a scent that
    Excites the male senses
    It is the spark that ignites the flame
    Awakening subtle reactions
    To its consequential action
    Stimulating sexual nerve endings
    Activating yearnings
    That send emergency alert messages
    To mind, body, and soul

    WAKE UP.

    The Jacuzzi beacons us

    Feeling mischievous
    We slip into the churning waters
    Playfully reaching for each other

    Kenny G’s “song birds”
    Now blowing through the speakers

    Pulling you close, I hold you
    Softly caressing your outer regions

    You turn your back to me

    As you lean over the side
    You push your tush gently into me
    All-so-innocently rotating your hips
    Til I dipped lower

    With an opening of your thighs
    You invite me into your den of delight
    Juicy wet
    But snuggly tight

    (it was the expression on your face that told me where you were)

    Johnson stood at the entrance of yunni
    Ready and willing for the next step…to happen
    When crown intrudes upon moistening folds
    Invading (exploring) the depths of
    Your treasure trove

    Yunni’s glove-like fitness
    Increases the sensitivity
    Of your inner-muscled activity
    As heightened pleasure
    Leads to profound delight

    I fight for each moment I’m in you
    …On you
    In contact with you

    A mating chant
    Crossed luscious lips
    As your hips did a sensual
    While pushing into me

    You held me deep

    I wanted to scream
    P L E A S E ! ! !
    As you MASTERfully massaged
    Mister Johnson
    From CROWN to base
    All trace of inhibition
    Happily dissolved into
    As your quest for

    You bathed me in natural oils
    That spoke of the “spoils of pleasure”
    Offered to the invader of
    Nooks and crannies
    After the eye-candy
    Melts away

    As I settled in
    Your hips took up an east-west
    North-south kinda rhythm
    With a rotation at the end

    (there was a moan)

    I thought it was you
    But as I realized my slippage
    I flopped
    …tried to stop
    But all restraint was LOST
    And I gave myself over to the sensation

    Then the pounding came
    …the huffing and puffing
    The heartbeat rushing
    Skin-smack soulful dancing
    ‘Til “yunni” gave a standing “O”
    Our bodies drenched in sweat

    You tried to control yourSELF

    But PLEASURE wasn’t having it
    And your body began to writhe
    As your stomach muscles contracted
    And you acted like you’d never had ANY before

    I made love to you

    ‘Twas a trembling in your voice
    That accompanied the “moan”
    That generated the “sigh”
    That announced the “cry:”

    O, Baby! Why art thou treating me so nicely?

    Body quaking
    Gasping for air
    Wanting to scream but wouldn’t dare

    As the tremors in your stomach
    And thighs
    Began to subside
    You released me

    I tried to stand
    But standing wasn’t good
    In the shape I was in
    Could not comprehend
    A vertical stance

    So, I lay there
    Pressing down into you
    As you held me, Tightly
    Biting me

    ‘Til the tempo decreased
    …the rooting ceased
    The heart stopped excessing
    The blood stopped racing
    And engorged parts returned to their normal inflation

    I made love to you

    But it wasn’t as if
    SEXual INterCOURSE
    Was the only thing we did

    I shared a special part of me
    …a special moment with you
    Loved you with my voice
    …My touch

    I loved every part of you
    Even the “innermost feelings” of you

    It’s true

    I quieted your cries with kisses to the eyes
    And wiped each tear track away

    I moved gentle hands over silken skin
    As I bent to the will of your heart

    I made love to you

    I didn’t have to ask “How was it?”

    The expression on your face told me that

    We made love

    We tested the waters of
    Physical intimacy

    And we survived

    We explored the realm of
    Karma-sutra styled loving
    And all its possibilities

    And we thrived

    We made love

    And caressed
    And made a mess
    Of every room we blessed
    With our care-free love and happiness.

    We held hands

    ~ As we looked into each others eyes ~
    And cried

    We made love

    I tasted your tongue
    …Your nipples
    Your yunni
    As I EXploRED the regions
    Of your g-SPOT
    Felt the quiver of your heart
    As your insides turned out

    I touched the heart of your soul
    And…Refused to let go

    I made love to you

  3. cocobutterskyn

    cocobutterskyn Well-Known Member MEMBER

    United States
    May 25, 2001
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    Spreading Joy.... need some?
    Sixburgh, Pa.
    Hello 1svd2svr,

    I can relate to a desire to be made love to
    thoroughly, outside and inside...leaving
    nothing untouched by love. Very nicely expressed!

  4. 1svd2srv

    1svd2srv Member MEMBER

    United States
    Dec 17, 2012
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    Thank you!!