Crumbs

Crumbs
 
If I were a flavor,
How would you describe me?
If my taste could be classified,
How would you describe me?
Tonight I have arranged a buffet
For you to completely indulge.
My personal experiment and my purpose
I cannot yet divulge.
My only instructions for you
Is to make sure you do not restrain.
All of your feedback is welcome
Cause it just means more for you to gain.
The only utensils you will need
Are your soft lips and your tongue
Occasionally your hands
And then you’re guaranteed to have some fun.
Your V-shaped entrée awaits
Between long legs and thick hips
You lean forward and pay homage
By gently kissing your plate with your lips.
Methodical laps of your tongue
Seem to make your plate come alive.
You devour your food with such vigor;
Your head moving back and forth between thighs.
Fingers slide in with such ease
And now laced with a clear sweet glaze.
You remove them and lick them slowly.
Your tongue swirling them like a maze.
Now back to the matter at hand
You resume partaking of your feast.
No longer eating like a gentleman.
You have definitely unleashed the beast.
I feel you may be getting thirsty
Because of how you curl my toes.
Flood gates are now open
And my sweet nectar begins to flow.
You say, “If you were a flavor,
I would describe as honey dripping from the sun.
If you were a taste, then I would define you as sweet caramel on a tongue.”
A smile creeps across my lips.
You begin licking and I become undone.
I ask you what you are doing 
You say,” I don’t leave any crumbs.”

Touch Me, Tease Me

Touch is the most powerful of human sensual perception.  The impact of the right touch at the right time can be mind blowing.  Let me paint a picture.  Imagine you and your lover in an intimate setting and they lean over to kiss you, but just before they do, they glide their finger along your jaw line and glide their fingers across your lips just before they lean in with a sensual, yet intense kiss.  A kiss like that has more of an impact as opposed to them just leaning in and kissing you.  That extra touch makes all the difference.  Another example is when your significant other  places their hand at the small of your back.  The small of the back is truly an underestimated erogenous zone. That particular touch is a mutual exchange of tenderness and submission.  Even in a society where optical perception is so easily attained with half naked men and women on television screens or even locally in a club scene, that has nothing on the reality of touch.  We all want something we can feel. Tangible eroticism at it's best. Never underestimate the power of touch.

Lip Appeal

How would you define sexy lips?  Is it how full they are, or if they have the right amount of pout? Regardless of how you may classify sexy lips, the end curiosity is all the same: I wonder how those lips feel?  Lips play a  major role when it comes to expression.  An erotic kiss can tell your lover exactly how passionate you feel or how freaky you want to get.  Even when a man kisses your hand, it is an expression of tenderness and reverence. One of the most iconic men of our generation that helped put sexiness in lip appeal is of course, L.L. Cool J.  Every time he licked his lips, it made women all over the globe curious as to how he might use them.  Lips can send a surge of different emotions.  Lauryn Hill's lyrics, "The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone, " is a true testament to the sensuality in lips. So, whether your lips are thick and juicy or then and tasty, just make sure you keep them sexy.

Harlem Nights

You are my renaissance man.

1920's cool.

The Hughes to my Langston

The hues to my blues.

Tears flow from my eyes

As the negro speaks of rivers and blue skies.

Wanting to be near you like Minnie, mooching off of your intellectual jazz and Calloway swag.

Fats Waller playing the ivories as I give you the keys to my heart at my own rent party.

Jazz filled sounds of trumpets, saxes, and trombones play legato notes on my intellect.

Each slurred note slaying me into a world of chromatic agony.

Knowing music is my weakness, I can't counteract with a harmonic.

Already too much dissonance in our love chord.

You made a Duke Ellington crescendo in my life giving me the weary blues.

A weary torment I will endure for a lifetime.

Your words are my jazz.

Your eyes are the blues to me.

But there's no place Id rather be

On a night like tonight in Harlem.

The Seduction in Anticipation

Have you ever wanted something so bad that it literally almost hurt? I'm talking about a yearning out of this world for something that you expect and already know to be amazing.  The wanting behind the anticipation is the seduction.  The untold that is  only discussed between two individuals via vibes.  Nonverbal communication at it's finest. The longer you wait the more you want it.  Sure, you can think about them later while daydreaming, but it's nothing like when they are actually in your presence. Just like champagne enhances the flavor of the strawberry; so does this person being near you enhance your desire.  The thought before the act is the greatest pleasure.  It is the purest form of foreplay.  Being mentally engaged will only make that actual physical reciprocation that much more intense.  Whether you anticipate the seduction or revel in the seduction of the anticipation, you are bound to be pleased.

Transparent

The surface holds so many first impressions.
An array of smeared happiness and contentment

to give a different perception and conceal the pain underneath.
What you see is not what you get.
Can't be transparent and elude from the persona that you are trying to give.
Insincere Smiles and laughs to hide the tears and rage.
Hoping that people just see you without seeing through you.
You've become so apparent that you can't even see you are transparent.
Lines are blurred by your attempt to live oblivious to the opaque nature of you

Your perception of yourself has now altered your reality of who you are.
Soul searching leaves you lost in translation from the different variations of who you envision.
Let people see you, because even when you think you're hiding,

we still see right through you.

Them There Eyes

Take me in with your seductive glance.
Your eyes take me to another world.
I lose myself in them and long to dwell
In your dark eyes with mahogany hues.
At times its hard to look at them
For fear of being lost forever.
Eyes that have a softness and wisdom
That is endearing to me.
They also have an intensity that
Sends a wave of temptation through my body.
Engaging and erotic, I have no choice but to fall.
I fall deeper and deeper into you ocular seduction.
I see my future in your eyes, a future of lovemaking
With my mind.
You touch and caress me with your eyes
You kiss and lick me with your eyes.
They make me weak.
No longer a superwoman
Them there eyes are my kryptonite and
I'll forever be weak to your charms