You Make Me Cum

I can feel the lust pulsing from my body, hormones driving to their peak,
As the baby cries from the dumpster wont live to see a week, how it turns me on to hear those unanswered Cries, you play the part that positions you for failure while raw satisfaction oozes from my eyes. The movement of drugs are all apart of my plan, tensing with pleasure as you trick track down my path of destruction…cooing in seduction with goose bumps from the trickles of cheap liqour that you digest into the flesh which in turn has become weak to my wants. sweating, stroking beating my desire for your demise you walk deeper into my snatch of murder, lies, drugs, and the entire ghetto mentality while you me ride me I breath with a pace of murderous pleasure to reach a Climactic point of satisfaction. Awaiting for the S.T.D. to hit your little sister right along with the pregnancy from the seed that I planted into the rapist who took her virginity, And while she’s just so conveniently and being violated penetrated and worked I find my high point and Cum from your life at at its worse…. Physical juices flowing fluidly pooring through my open pores the the concrete jungle of your reality, your failure and peril Make me Cum

Two Sides Of A Coin: The Deception Part II

Your Declaration of infatuation has left me festering with repulsion, The thought of ever wanting one that could be you, leaves me drowning in my laughter trying to find the proper way to reject you. So Cry Crocodile tears of rejection as I endow the Venom that I pray will flow inside of you, leading to a slow and painful heartbreak. Let me enjoy the crackling sounds that occur as the splits and splatters shower the concrete covering my feet with the remnants of your broken heart, then shudder as I collect them in my hands to look you in the eye and deface the declaration that you so easily made to me, not realizing that my deception was only one step away, and you casually placed your foot upon the trap that I so happily laid for you. Your Audacity of truth led you blind to the light which I use to spotlight your ignorance, so with the death of your declaration my deception moves on to the next unsuspecting victim.

Two Sides Of The Coin: The Declaration Two Part Poem- Part I

Infatuation has passed me and I have reached the point of no return
so the thump thumps that I once ignored now overtake my body, sending jolts
of electricity, traveling through the nerves of my existence and shocking my soul which sits so deep within me, This is my declaration of love, my Audacity of True being, The boldness in which I will shower in when I easily state that I love you and in you is a love that I know is only for me. Theres no reason to hide from what I must say, when the women in you is the woman that I want for life. No Fear of separation, steady dreams no nightmares, as I sleep peacefully with never a sound of a shudder or a cold sweat to make me uneasy with the declaration that I am so openly making to you.

All about sex

Can you feel the passion? The lips touching, hands caressing, the friction of the hips, soft moans of pleasure escaping the room. Can you feel the fire and desire of that moment, when two become one, like the missing piece to a puzzle? When physical contact is the only way to show that person how you feel about him or her, so with every kiss stroke and massage your intent is to show them that they are the only person you are thinking about. If your message is clear, the results can be mind blowing, you and your partner will be engulfed in the height of passion, and the after effects of disbelief, but if your message is cluttered, rushed or boring, you may find yourself in the dreaded circle of failure; playing back every moment of the two minute disaster that you call sex.

Sex many have had it yet few truly understand it. Sex is possibly the most practiced act in America, even more than lying, and illegal downloading, yet so many people are afraid to talk about it. It has become more of a national past time than the World Series and the Super bowl put together, but people still shun it with a rapid pace. Let us lay down the facts, the pros and the cons of sex. We’ll start with the pro’s, it feels good, when done with the right person at the right time, it can be a connection deeper than the physical brand, it can bring life’s biggest joy to the world (children), and it is an expression of love and affection, but for every pro there are ten cons. It can be mentally and emotionally destructive towards those who are not ready for it, it can cause sexually transmitted diseases, unwanted pregnancy, or can be used as a form of blackmail, or payment. If someone has low self-esteem, sex can be the temporary confidence booster for that individual, but unfortunately just like drugs, sex will only fill that empty void for so long before that individual has to jump to the next partner to feel complete again. So just as great as sex can be, it can also be amazingly self-destructive.

Sex for all its worth has the uncanny ability to bring out all types of hidden personalities in people, that you may have never expected. For example, the usually quiet and withdrawn Tameeka might be the aggressive and overly confident mistress when the mood is right, whereas, the outspoken and smooth Anthony might be shy and submissive. The guy that does the most bragging about his sexual adventures could be as experienced as an infant is in long jumping. Sex brings out so many different personalities, reactions and tall tales. From men lying about their penis sizes, to women being dishonest about their history, and it is that reason that sex is such an amusing topic to talk about. The conversations can vary from personal experiences to sexual urban legends, or horror stories of S.T.D’S contracted. Stick four young adults into a room, and bring up the subject of sex, the conversation if allowed and if in a comfortable area, can flow for hours. Then ask those same people what they think about global warming, and the conversation will probably die within ten minutes if it does not turn into an outright Bush Bash (George Bush).

Then with all the free speakers that we have on the subject of sex, there are the types that feel that anything even remotely suggesting any kind of sexual action is a problem. For example, about five years ago, a commercial for a children game was pulled off of television networks because of its suggestive nature. That game was Mr. Bucket; anyone that is familiar with this game knows that the issue with this commercial was the song. “I’m Mr. Bucket, you put the balls in my mouth”. Now to the average child there is nothing offensive about this, but to millions of angry parents this song was evil and sending the wrong message. The smallest thing such as a guy and a girl holding hands or flirting on a television show can rile aggravate and push these people to petition at just about any time. The only difference with their conversations would be that, they would speak on how negative the portrayal of sex is in America, but with all of that complaining and petitioning, how many of these activist are actually virgins themselves?

Sex for the past twenty or thirty years has not only been a controversial topic, but a marketing scheme, an addiction, a fad, or just something to do when your bored. The beautification of it will probably continue until a new fad erupts, but until then sex and all things about it will be displayed all across our television screens, our bulletin boards, our conversations, and obviously our lives. Sex and everything about it. Whether it’s multiple hours of passion or multiple minutes of awkward thrust and heavy breathing, sex is here to stay. So instead of bringing a deaf ear to it, become more receptive and lets see if we can at least learn how to have it in our lives without so much reckless abandon.

Graduation

<!–[if supportFields]> SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1<![endif]–><!–[if supportFields]><![endif]–> This seems to be the end of the road for some. The time when all of your handiwork is noticed and put on display for others to admire, the day when all those countless hours you spent studying finally pays off. When all of the extracurricular activities that you were apart of are noticed, when all of the money you spent on tuition does not seem like such a large fee anymore.

So now you finally made it to this day, there were times when you weren’t sure if you would make it but somehow you did. You buckled down for school and you kept your eyes on the goal, and because of that you are here at your graduation ready to complete one of your biggest accomplishments.

On the outer surface you look excited but composed, ready for whatever may happen and whatever may be for the day, but on the inside your heart is beating about 100 miles an hour and your stomach is rolling up in knots. Invisible beads of sweat already threaten to begin running down your head through your burgundy cap. The air conditioning is on at full blast sending chills up and down your spine, while the auditorium begins to fill with friends, family, and fellow peers. The sun is beaming through the window, and the glares are running down the tip of your slacks. Millions of questions run through your mind. you think about how your going to pay off your loans, how long do you plan on staying with your parents, how long will it take you to get the job you want or even if you will be able to make it out in the real world. So many questions and no one there to answer them for you. As exciting and satisfying as it is to be graduating, you cant help but feel uneasy when you ask yourself all of these open ended questions. With the rest of your life to worry and toil about the future, you take a deep breath, shake off the nervousness and begin to bask in the glory of your achievements.

“I deserve this more than anybody” you triumphantly say to your self, thinking back to all of those all nighters that you pulled with nothing but a malfunctioning Laptop and a single bottle of redbull. Standing in this crowded auditorium you find yourself zoning out to some of the good old days of your college career. You think back to your first semester when you and the rest of your friends would play Briarcliffe Fear factor in the cafeteria to make the hours go by while waiting for the bus. You think back to your first day as a college student and cant help but smile when you think of the disproportionate t-shirts you used to wear. Your first college party, and the pride you felt when you pulled your first all nighters and handed in that A+ paper to your professor. So many wonderful moments, all flashing through your mind and your heart in glimpses. Thinking about it now it feels like it was yesterday when you were in that cafeteria walking around confused and a little overwhelmed, it seems like just yesterday when an average meal at the dorms was a bowl of rice crispies and hot sierra mist. These have been the best couple of years of your life. The people that you met here are probably going to be apart of your life forever.

Standing here at with the rest of your peers, shifting your weight nervously, realizing that these have been the best and worst years of your life, that you have gone through so much change in these last couple of years, building yourself into the student and even person that you may have not thought you could be. Knowing all of this you know have to take the final walk as a college student, if your not ready for what lies ahead it could be compared to a death march, but since you have been preparing for this day since you were born this is merely a march to glory. Head high, heart heavy, soul and conscience content at everything that you have achieved at this institution. Rejoice in your victory because you did it, you made it here and no one can take this from you. Congratulation, on your graduation.

Black Boy Lost

The ugliness that I spoke of before, that made me ashamed, that made me hate myself, have transformed me. I can’t change who I am, I can only do as you should…. I should love me for me, I look at this Dark skin that Adonis my Face, and Feel Pride Strength, and a sense of Struggle that no one else could ever feel, I’ve Carried the weight of the world, and the will of god, I’ve fought through wars and come back unscarred, I am tough I am brittle I am rough, but I’m also smooth, chocolate and not the same. I stand out from the crowd; my skin shows just how unique I am, for my dark is my light that shines for the world to see, and only those who understand beauty can see it flowing through me. The Beatings that I take have only made me stronger, the words that were thrown have made me smarter, and the love that I didn’t get made me loving, and willing to accept all for who they are. I’m proud to be as black as oil, because it means that my skin is richer then the richest men, the price that you can put to your head can not be given to me, my oil complexion makes me priceless, my skin may be the color of coal, but through time a coal can turn into a diamond, and I hold the Diamond of Brilliance Potential and Pride within me. I have gone through pains and toils, I have been un loved and despised, for reasons that may never make sense to me, But my beauty is uncontested and fragile at the same time, but my strength is one that surpasses a million gods, I grew through Concrete and had to fight off the Blows of Titans, and now that I am here, it is Krystal Clear, that My skin is as Smooth as Diamond, as tough as the roughest road, and more beautiful than the naked eye can ever understand, all in all I am the Black Rose.

Black Rose

My Step Mother Told Me I was ugly, so I asked why She said “Because Nigga Your as Black As Tar” These words Haunted me for so long, and my skin was my curse, and I cursed my skin, wishing that I could have the light complexion with the green eyes, you know what I�m talking about, the one the girls love but guys like me Despise, we hate his light skin and green eyes, we go home and see what we cant be and it just reinforces the hate that I have for me, Insecurities Filling up My soul, because Really who could Love someone as Black as Coal, who wants to kiss a Tar baby, so black He’s Clear, no one wants to love me blacker than night and lonelier than a soul lost within its own walls, Haunted by the words that are thrown at me like Sharp Daggers Dripping with the ooze of self Esteem Killers. Blackey, Darkness, Tar Baby, Midnight. Then I look In the Mirror and want to change me, not realizing the Change should be made in them.

Mind Fuck

I wanna make love to you……..

I want to kiss your fears, embrace them in my lips, and feel the tremors that make you afraid.

I want to caress, your deepest secrets, while licking the juices that your essence contains.

I wanna, massage, the curves of your inner thoughts and admire the Brilliance of your mind

then feel the heat of your love as I begin to see what makes you happiest. I love the way you rise

when I tounge the smoothness of your worries, then undress your soul to leave it completely naked

with the power of your mind I want to make it to your center, and find that rare diamond that lays

between the priceless pearls that only you endow. Then Slip in like a hot knife through butter

and Softly stroke my love into your heart,

Extra Ordinary

After a lot of observation, I can now come to the discerning conclusion that my idea of individuality was wrong. I thought I stood out by being myself and not giving into the norms, striving for perfection through the perspective of my own goals. But No Clearly this is the path most chosen and for this reason, no woman can find this attractive, so instead I’ll become the Extra ordinary. No more paving my own way and being what I want to be, now I’ll strive to be a rapper, thats so origional. no more educational goals with aspirations of things greater than what is present, instead I’ll become a party promoter adoning those tight ass pants with the skull jeans because thats so Origional, I gotta be Extraordinary, because my natural was just to regular for you…..

Nicole (one of my Earlier Stories, It kind of sucked)

There once was a girl named Nicole, she was one of the prettiest girls you could ever imagine. 5`5 130llbs chocolate brown skin long silky jet-black hair that reached her lower back, and the deepest hazel eyes a man could ever look into. She also had the brains to complement her breath taking beauty. At the young crisp age of 19 she was in her second year at Briarcliffe College where she managed to maintain a perfect grade point average of 4.0. From the outside looking in she had the perfect life, the best friends, the best clothes, the best grades and a loving fiancé, Lucas. What more could a woman ask for.
Unfortunately like anything in life things are not always what they seem. Under all of the beauty, smiles and personality Nicole was dying on the inside. What no one else knew about her was that her so-called perfect fiancé, Lucas, was slowly but surely tearing her down piece by piece. He beat her senseless everyday; if he didn’t bruise her physically he would do it mentally calling her a *bleep* and telling her she was stupid and worthless. He did everything in his power to make her feel small. Nicole wanted to leave but her love for Lucas was stronger than her will to walk away. She prayed every day that he would come to his senses and stop his wicked ways, but no matter how hard she prayed there was never a change.
Things weren’t all ways like this, there was a time when Lucas was a good man, yeah he had his flaws but he was never this bad before. Until a couple of months ago the only thing that ever bothered her about him was his need to always be in control. He always felt a need to monitor her, and his jealousy caused several arguments during the beginning stages of their relationship. Then one day in an argument over a male best friend of hers things got a little to intense and he smacked her across the face, the argument ended there and now Lucas saw just how much control his violence could have over Nicole.
Nicole like many women growing up in this generation never knew her real father. Her mother tried her best to raise her the right way, but how efficiently can you raise a child when you’re selling your body. Her mother would bring strange men to the house and have sex right in front of Nicole. From watching her mother Nicole’s self conscious decided that as a female she should always be submissive to her men and that it was ok if he put his hands on her. Maybe if she had a better mother and a positive male influence in her life, things would have been different. She went to Briarcliffe College full time and worked part time just to pay the bills while, Lucas just sat at home all day making a mess and waiting for her to come home so he could continue to torment her.
One night after taking six classes and then working eight hours Nicole came home late. Lucas was furious He greeted her at the door with a right hook and a barrage of profanities. “Woman where the hell have you been” the blow was like a shot to the face with a hammer it knocked Nicole back and set her into a daze and felt hers knees buckle. She tried to answer back in Protest “Baby Give ME A chance…” she Never got to finish her statement. He grabbed her by the neck threw her into the kitchen, where he proceeded to pound on her like a punching bag. Punched her in the face once more, knocking her to the ground and then ferociously stomped her out. She tried to protect her body as best as she could but his kicks were too strong. It felt like someone was shot her in the stomach with a shotgun. Blood flowed easily through her mouth as the repeated kicks did more damage than expected.
She could barely stand and by the way her chest and sides were hurting she suspected that a couple of ribs had been broken. “YOU WOTHLESS *bleep* YOU NEED TO LISTEN! IF YOU WERENT SO STUPID I WOULDNT HAVE TO BEAT YOUR NASTY *bleep* SO MUCH” Just as she thought the attack was over Lucas took a wired hanger and began smacking her across the face with it. “AHHHHHHHHH” she screamed out in pain. She could feel the skin being ripped off of her beautiful face. She was blinded by pain, but Lucas didn’t care the sound of her misery did nothing but turn him on. She had never been so scared before, “he’s killing me he’s really trying to kill me,” she thought to herself as the beating pursued. Lucas beat her unconscious.
When she woke up she was in a hospital and Lucas was beside her bed. Through tear stricken eyes he said, “don’t you dare try and leave me *bleep* I love you”. That night Nicole ran, she didn’t know where she was going but she knew she had to get out of there. She ran for her peace of mind, her future, her pride, her family but most of all she ran for her life. Before she left Nicole informed a couple of special friends about what Lucas had been doing to her for the duration of their relationship. He was dealt with quickly and will never hurt Nicole or any other woman for that matter again.
Nicole is now a graduate of Briarcliffe College she’s still beautiful, she still has a 4.0 but now instead of her perfect life just being a front to cover her misery it is now a reality. Nicole loved her Fiancé with all of her heart. She would have done anything for him even to this day if she saw him starving in the street she would try and help him but she understands now that sometimes love cant exist between a lover and a beast. That’s what he was, a beast. He didn’t lover her he loved the Idea of her misery and he loved the Idea of being in control. She got away before it was to late, but what about all the other Nicole’s out there, What will happen to them?