Black Poetry : SHE FOUND MY LETTER

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  1. garlicsalt99

    garlicsalt99 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    SHE FOUND MY LETTER

    I wrote a poem some time ago in the not-too distant past
    Line by line, this poem rhymed from the first line to the last
    It was a sketch in words of what was in my mind at the time
    Very intimate thoughts … that sent tingles down my spine
    These were written words on a page, meant for a certain pair of eyes
    Descriptions of a particular passion and the baseness of where it lies
    Of what I wanted to do and how I wanted it to be done
    Partaking of particular pleasures wherein I wanted to have fun
    I wrote of simple pleasures that would raise an eye brow or two
    Of things rooted in fantasy I wanted very much to be true
    Of things that rubs ones erotic side with a brush
    I wrote of things that’ll made ones eyes open wide, and other things that’ll make one blush
    This was a very private letter, in the form of a very private poem
    From one erotic mind o another, acquainted words, one would have to know ‘em
    With a timing and a flow that would bait a certain somebody
    Words that I’d have to admit were admittedly naughty

    This poetic manifesto had a rhythm all its own
    With intimations contained therein that proper people would not condone
    With words that’ll make curious ears – like birds – sit up on a perch
    With articulations and expressions that shouldn’t be uttered in, or out of church
    I wrote of things sweeter than pure sugar cane
    I wrote of how I want us both to leave a stain
    I wrote of how I wanted to stress, struggle and strain
    To make her body perspire, and like a dark cloud, make her rain
    I laid these words down on paper like I wanted to lay her on my bed
    Writing down, how in her valley I wanted to lay my head
    And taste of feminine pleasures, the likes I can’t get enough of
    And like the nectar from a peach, partake in her liquid love
    I wrote of things that gives post menopausal women hot flashes
    Things that’ll blow away unsuspecting minds, like ashes
    How I wanted to make her make faces and lose all her glitz and glamour
    How I wanted to take her innocence in a repeated manner

    I wrote this poem with a certain word aesthetic and appeal
    With carefully crafted vocabulary meant to convey what I wanted her to feel
    With calculated lexemes and conscious adages meant to stir emotions to a head
    Conjuring up particular imagery in the mind, written down to be read
    Conducting the mind with words, like a maestro with his baton
    Directing badly behaved thoughts with my pen and the paper it’s written upon
    Guiding her attention with a prepared poetic flow
    Ushering her cognizance to ecstasy, to be followed by her body’s glow
    I transcribed the fantasy that in my brain, rested in a cozy mental compartment
    Translating thoughts to words with the strokes of my pen onto the patient parchment
    Authoring apologues of an erotic nature with sexual overtones
    Explicit in certain places, obscene in others … risqué thoughts to elicit moans and groans
    I sketched and scribbled on a piece of paper my longings and desires
    Of acts and activities that I knew always lights my fires
    And has me in a trance that I have to shake myself out of
    This had more to do with sex … and less and less about love

    In regards to her, I put into this poem all of my fantasies and fetishes
    Salted and seasoned with my personal charm and clever coquettishness
    Intermixed and mingled are seductive sermons and suggestive subliminations
    Along with all and out evocative statements that hinted at understood inclinations
    I wrote until I was satisfied with my textual-sexual verse
    I scrawled and scribed the verbal nastiness that satisfied my literal-sexual thirst
    I circled my last o … I looped my last e
    I dotted my last i … I crossed my last t
    I finally finished my thought, my poem was complete
    All that was said, was said, however calculated or discrete
    And after penning this letter in poetry form, and putting down a new flow
    As much as I wanted to give it to her, I couldn’t bring myself to do so
    I lost my nerve in the delivery … nervousness got in the way
    I couldn’t bring myself to give it to her because of what I thought she’d say
    And instead of giving her my letter from which, she could later quote it
    I closed it up in the self same notebook in which I wrote it

    Somehow she found my letter, whether by means common or conventional
    However she found it … it was by no means intentional
    Her eyes perused and previewed the words of the written text
    She started off reading one line, and then went on to read the next
    Before leaving the first verse, her face and forehead glistened
    Her body warmed up a degree or two … and her nipples stiffened
    She perspired slightly, and in the middle of a line span
    She paused for a moment and used my notebook as a fan
    She continued reading from where she left off
    Reciting to herself in feminine tones, sexy and soft
    Holding my notebook as an object is held to its post by a tether
    She felt a sensation in her unmentionable regions, causing her to rub her legs together
    She continued reading the written words I had to say
    At times she wanted to put it down, but she couldn’t look away
    Line after line, she was drawn in line prey to a snare
    To the poem she gave full attention, with no distractions to spare

    Somehow she found my letter – written words I would’ve wish to have hid
    To my surprise and amazement, I was shocked by what she told me she did
    Behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, leaving much to stealth
    Reading explicit lines and associated rhyme scheme, she began to touch herself
    Like a rare coins curator about to polish rare coins
    With the fingers of her free hand, she started massaging her loins
    Rubbing herself through her panties while reading verse by verse
    Her hips had a self-undulation of which she didn’t have to rehearse
    With my notebook in one hand and her p*ssy in a sling
    Her fingers moving with a premeditated posture … masturbation now in full swing
    Squirming like a nervous child who can’t sit still in a seat
    She swivels and gyrates her hips – playing with her nether-lips while in heat
    She strums her gender like the bow strums the strings of a violin
    Having sex by proxy, with the written words of my pen
    She does so until she ejaculates her sugar walls with orgasmic flare
    Soiling with her juices her satin underwear

    Somehow she found my letter, and in actions she privately voiced
    She kept pushing and stroking her personal buttons leaving her fingertips moist
    Having had to remove her panties because she creamed her crotch
    Not keeping time with her biological clock – instead, turning the dials on her vaginal watch
    With an urgent desperation; without hesitation despondency or gloom
    She hurriedly removed her underwear and flung them across the room
    Leaving bare the hair of her moistened mound in between her hips
    That decorates her puckering, puffy, poutty, and throbbing luscious lips
    Still holding my notebook and reading my composition
    Again, the fingers of her free hand stand ready and in position
    To swirl and twirl to cl!toral clamor and clever mimes
    Posted and primed for a second time to masturbate to a rhyme
    She nears the end of the letter, or ‘round about its end vicinities
    When all of a sudden she begins to sputter utter obscenities
    “Oh *****!” she exclaims, leaving a puddle in her seat
    And it’s about this time her reading, and second orgasm is complete

    I’m searching high and low for my notebook, like searching for a pebble in the sand
    Hoping and wishing that it didn’t fall into the wrong hands
    How I lost it, how it came up missing … I couldn’t have understood
    I resigned to a realization that my poem was gone for good
    Then from out of nowhere comes the object of my writings
    She talked in tones that were soft, sultry, sexy, and exciting
    My nervousness and anxious being were soon to be manifest
    From behind, she whispered “I found your letter”… my heart sunk deeper in my chest
    She went on to tell me of how she flirted with my nouns and verbs
    How she digitally stimulated herself upon reading my words
    How she rocked herself like an angry bird rocks its cage
    How she f*cked herself after reading the rhymes on the page
    She looked me in the eye as she continued to speak
    She said “You may be a square Mr. Man … but from what I read, you’re also a freak”
    “Your words took me there … they got me wetter and wetter”
    “I now want to take you home and experience the man behind the writing of the letter”

    Written by: K-JiO
    © 2008
     
  2. LovesDestiny

    LovesDestiny Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    **DEEP SIGH**

    Wow! Can I read the letter to?

    Your work is simply amazing! Everytime you post I jump at what new treasures await me. Keep on flowing!!!!
     
  3. garlicsalt99

    garlicsalt99 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hopelis ... you're making me blush ... and I don't blush very often.
     
  4. phynxofkemet

    phynxofkemet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    In Awe

    By far, the most intense piece I've read to date. You had me hooked from the start and each sentence was bursting with delicious imagery. God Blessed the woman that you wrote the poem for. Mmmmmm!!!
     
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    Hey I'm not trying to make you blush but you should get a taste of your own medicine (LOL) cause this piece...right here...had ME blushing (among other things...lol). I agree with phynxofkmt. You created this piece in a way that I felt like I was there, watching you write the letter, and seeing how she responded to it. I was transported and that alone makes for an Awesome piece! I'll be watching for the next one! Keep it coming!
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    O' my brother that letter was hot her heart melts and let's say she wet
    u out done yaself on this one
     
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    Yes indeed, you have an awesome flair for detail. Like HopelisRomantic I followed every passionate word, just hoping that she'd let you know what she read, and what she did. So, yes, I was also happy with the ending as well. Phenomenal write, whew.
     
  8. garlicsalt99

    garlicsalt99 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I take a bow to you all. I'm just glad destee hasn't kicked me off of the board with these pieces.

    Hopelis: I guess getting a dose of my own medicine is in order, then ... I'll take it like a man :shades:

    phynxofkmt: Destee has some talented poets that post here. For this to be the most intense poem that you've read to date, I count that as an honor.

    $$RICH$$: That was some hot letter my friend ... lol. This was one hot write for me, and I'm glad you liked.

    watzinaname: I'm glad that you liked the beginning and the ending
     
  9. Bluewater

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    Hi garlicsalt99
    She founded your letter
    and I'm glad I found this poem
    It was meant to be poet.
    The timing was just right.
    Oh wow I just love
    how love and attraction has away
    of just happening.
    Wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing
    Wow!

    Peace~N~Love
     
  10. garlicsalt99

    garlicsalt99 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Bluewater ... Thank you for reading :)
     
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