Taste

At the point of no return. At the front line with your closest comrades bringing up the rear. With their guns at your back, holding you to your every word. Letting you not falter or give way to fear. Letting you not waiver, knowing God is right here. Battle after battle. Obtained a scar or two. Impossible to wage this war and make it out without a wound. Been just a few moons, since the womb and many more before I lay beneath the sun, well off in a distant time will it be before I lay...engulfed in my winded tomb. So in the meantime...be sure I keep my: Fully loaded; extended clip. Pearl handle, custom made grip. Silver bullets; diamond encrusted, platinum frame. Hairpin trigger; named it Arrow. Fly steady, fly straight. Fly with wind, surprising the distance. Unexpectedly accurate and long. Unknowing just how determined and unknowing just how strong. Raised, poised, posed and steady. Quiet, still, relax, ready. Breathless. Emotional. Palms sweat, clenched teeth. Lost in the calm of a screaming silence. Pulse echoes...from the quiet it drips.

Burn

Tell me you want to know me. Then show what you learn. Take me up a notch. Say you want to feel me. Encourage my sexy. Exploit me. Let's watch us on huge theatre screens. Show me foreign teachings. Learn me a thing or two. Say you want me under you spell. Make me a believer in black magic. Lick twice every inch. Memorize every freckle. Play hide and kiss. Connect the beauty mark. Name constellations. I know you miss it, so prove it and show me how much. Create earthquakes, make me quiver at your touch. Pull out all the stops...all your trinkets, tricks, and stunts. Pull out all the toppings, all the fruit and forget not the handcuffs. This worldly girl is tough. Me like it nice and rough. Slow and fast. If it's over real quick...round two betta last. Tie me to the bed and tickle me with your tongue. Make me remember why I thought you were the one. Suck my toes and make it hot. Challenge...ooooopppps did I call you out. Not stoppin til I cry and you shout. My name, you scream out...make me say ouch. Please remember to take your time. Don't rush these moments, push past limits and get it right. Fuck me good, while making love to my mind. Be the words in this journal I write. Slay me. Take me. Keep her, sweet keeper. Leave a sour taste in my mouth. Be the motivation behind the madness. Spark my lust and the reason for the sadness. Bring the steam and make me rain. Spark the torch...I am your flame.

Like no Other

New R&B bumpin in the background. My mouth is silent...the thoughts resound. The ricochetting rain soothes. In here, I can remove my veil of cool. The lady can rest and the queen, although forever crowned, is allowed to de-thrown. Here I can get throwed, served and tossed up. Here, she take off her heels and take off her armor. In here, the air is crisp and here her dainty can breathe. Her tears are dried and her mind is tipsy. Here she can play and just be. Her smile is smeared and her clothing, even ruffled, still appears in tact. She is a precious stone and in the dark she sparkles. Flawless...there is not a thing she lacks. Her heart is on her sleeve, easily shatters like glass. Her hair is ever feathering, in the slight breeze triggered by her laugh. In here she is a jewel and easy on the eyes like one of a kind marbles. She has come to now what to expect and although it's a tad disappointing. She seeks out the humor and with lessons learned, just keeps on going. She is frozen in optimist ism, refuses to see it in any other light. She is a believer and she believes it is well within her right. Lurking in her realm. She is never trapped, consumed or withheld. For even the strongest of chains could not break her spirit. She is the muse, the talent. A gift. To experience the real things and not some knock off. She will one day get it right, for all the times she got it wrong. She hears heart song and quietly hums its melody. She will one day bask in the love that is like none that came before it. She will love him royally, as a whole, in complete totality. Not like yours or hers or the wat he felt about her. Not like she felt about him or the others she thought was it. She will know the next time, Father will see to it. She can almost be sure of it. Not like an other example...it will truly be unique. Move smarter. Grow wiser. Come, closer. One that breaks the mold. It will be the most beautiful of them all, like nothing ever told. Pussssshhhhhhhhh further. Go beyond what you know. For this daughter, send not forth a man until he is truly like no other.

I see you

Hey there. Hello and how are you? I noticed you were watching me. Waiting in the wind. I had a feeling you were looking for me. Sorry, don't know where my head has been. I get a lil lost now and then. A lil caught up now and again. Oh yeah, been really busy; ya know I've been wandering around, casually passing the time. Glad you came to the rescue, some of your wanna-bes have been really unkind. I knew it wouldn't be much longer...I heard you coming. I thought I recognized the scent. I am thrilled to pieces that you were able to make it. Don't take that long again. I still taste your flavors. You linger over my flesh. I am one with you and you are actually right on time. Taken any longer and for sure, I would've lost my mind. I have been watching the rain and collecting the drops. I've been tasting the fire that burns in the sky. I've been a good girl. Done with all my chores. I am ready to go out and play. Can't promise I will make it home before dark...might even break curfew. That's why we work...I can't conform and you are the rules. Opposites are proven magnets and now I am your habit. Slayer on my heels, I dodge your dagger. Shot me like a bullet and scar me like a tattoo. I will keep running as long as I am being chased by you. It's a hunger, unsettling...it's unfathomable...this hot pursuit. You are the blue flame and I a summer's rain. You are the desired fortune and I am the craved flame. I can't deny that there is no introduction needed. I can feel it when you're near. My heart beats it. My dreams paint it and even when I deliberately ignore...you are always there. Haunting and stalking...staring and stripping me with your eyes. I felt the kisses that left the hickey on my shoulder while I slept. I heard your thanking for me as I rested upon your chest. You caught me that time, but I managed to get away again. You, ole trickster. Practical joker. You devilish prankster, ole funny. Back to make a mockery. But not this time love. I won't let you get me. Won't let you win. Won't let you inside. There has not been a time during this tug of war, that I have felt you played fair. So I'm evening up the score...beating the odds and not even going there. I won't have it. Na uh...not this time. I'm out doing me, living my life. I'm holding my own and making some real power moves. Uh uh, no way love...not this time...got no room for you. You always jar my axis, disrupt my groove. Once, well that's ok...never twice the fool. That I just won't do. No falling here, feet planted firmly on the ground. Standing in tree or better yet warrior, so as if for this affair, love, you and I are over.

Rare Herbs

Mystic. Gypsy. Witch. Goddess. Diva. Queen, Princess and Duchess. Yogi. Daring. Misfit. Bossy and Unique. Icy. Racy. Giving. Nurturing. Kind. Humble. Charismatic. Trouble. Rake. Dandy. All of the above and everything in between. Alpha. Star. Creator. Dreamer. Keeper. Snorer. Bad Singer. Clumsy. Goofy. Silly. Witty. Wordly. Girly. Priss. Bitch. Lovely Dancer. Believer. Seductress. Temptress. Free spirit. Music's lyrics. Seasons. Butterfly. Third eye. Pituitary. Root of all...! Angel. Special. She-devil. Tiger's eye. Brave. Lover of language. Manipulator of words. Bad speller. Soar the skies with the grace of a bird. Leaving fairy dust behind. Body indescribable. Even more so, the mind. Of she who is so kissable and lovable. Rambunctious and untamable. Children look in her eyes and see their reflection. Youthful and exuberant. Radiating an aura of love and joy. Noble, delicate. Strong and multi-faceted. Uncapturable. Unrealistic. Majestic. Generous. Optimistic. Pocketful of sunshine. It rains when she cries. See her in a shooting star or in the glitters of light from prism. Diamond, the flower blooming from chaos. The pixie of never never land. Playing rough. Built tough. Ever fair. A being so precious and so rare. Exquisite. Elegant and eloquent. In the air you can feel her essence. There is a scent of passion when in her presence. For even if cannot see, you can know for certain when she is there. Enjoy her gifts while you can. Before poof! you've blinked and she's disappeared.

Bliss Tastes Like...???

One red rose crosses stems with one pink rose. Both dried keepsakes. Resting, nestled next to three melon tea candles. New found like of purple as a result of an experimental nail polish. Thank God for trying new things. Just might like it. Thank God for meeting new people. Just might end up lovin' them. Peace come in and self indulgence take over. Spoiled by self. Adored by self. It's all for the taking and upon taking it all in, take none of it for granted. Slowly sippin from a cup; witnessing the day. Ticking with time. Reaper of rhythm. Slayer of those absent a third eye. Marching through life triumphant yet tranquil. Peace be still. Husssshhhhhhhhh; keeper of secrets. Mistress of desire. Life is a fancy, of its pleasures may I never retire. Plush is the fruit; luscious for the picking. No matter what the weather, under the moonlight, may there forever be naked dancing. For even in the midst of the roughest storms, one can still hear the angels singing. A child's smile, a woman's laughter. A girl's innocence, a man's rapture. A lonely tear. An amazing sight. A vision of love. Butterflies flirting and candles lined up to shape your zodiac sign. A new girl friend. Forgiving a past lover. A new revelation. A real pulse racing nightmare. A great dream. These are a few of my favorite things. A clear view of the moon. My favorite love songs. A surprise. Giggles. Tickles. Experiments gone horribly right. Making love til dawn, then all the way to and through the following night.

A Man Scorned

Oh for crying out loud!!!! Helllooooo out there?! What are you men thinking? Are your serious? I mean really. It's not sexy to hide your true feelings. It leaves room to be replaced. It's not sexy to be fake...that will come back to bite you in the ass every time. Sure it can be cute to be mysterious and even a turn on to be slightly unavailable. Play those games for too long and the girl will move on to her next victim. Leaving a trail of broken hearts in her wake. U will be lost in the memory of her lingerie and her scent will haunt you. You will remember the five-hour sessions and great conversations and you will wonder why you ever "dubbed it down" in the first place. Oh yeahhhhh, that's right!!! You feared being hurt and crushed and left out to dry. Yet these are the ways you make her feel. Not to mention all the men that have come before you and done her a terrible injustice. And she still managed to get caught up in you. Ungrateful, unappreciative you. Can someone pleasssssssssssssseeeeeeee tell me why men are the dominant species and yet they are emotional crippled???? Get their lil heart broken once or twice and they want to throw in the towel. Life is but a game and we are players. The pawn is the weakest on the board and the queen is the most powerful. There is only one king. So which one are you? Now not doing for the next because you've tried it before and it didn't work out...well that's a crock of shit. Please tell me how many times does a woman experience heart ache? How many tears does one woman shed? Surely it's not just because we are more "emotional;" even in our most "bitter" state we return to that slaughter house of love over and over again. We jump off that ledge and don't look back. Sure, despite our perfect make-up, new haircuts, and killer outfits, a scar or two may surface. The past can sometimes get in the way. Insecurities can sometimes defer openness. But my heavens, we sure do know how to get over it don't we!! We hurt, we weep. We work, we exercises. We shop, we move on. The world is vast and because so we eventually believe they can't all be scum. You men on the other hand, not so forgiving!!! Get burned, and it's hellfire for any and all who follow. What does it take for a man to let go of his past? Give up the ghost? Seems that men are the new-age scorned and bitter. What's the deal fellas??? Dat bitch Eve ate the apple, not me. Yes a woman ordered the head of John the Baptist on a platter, but not this woman. You want her, but you won't admit it. You miss her but you deny it...won't say it. You love her and you hate it. Karma is real, you betta believe it. Play those games and you will regret the day. You will sit back and remember how her being unavailable, went from intentional: stepping away from her cell, signing off Instant Messenger when she see you get on; to real: she is no where near a phone willing you to call. She put on that lingerie (that she used to wear for you) under a dress (now wearing it all for herself) and hit her favorite dept store in her brand new wedges...and oh no, no reception:( She's not on the computer because again, she is no where near a computer. She is on a date with that great guy she met at the mall while shopping alone (when you should've been there fooling around with her in the dressing room and carrying her bags) or she's out with the girls. Either way, game over, you loose. While being so busy, self centered and neglecting. She is now dancing her way into anew. She was fulfilled before you and since we woman are built with an armor just for disappointment, she is already getting over you. Then the roles reverse. You are now the one replaying her voice mails, you now reread the emails all day everyday. You keep looking at the pix until you get the nerve to DELETE THEM ALL!!!...except that one...and that one. Shame how you were once too busy, too tired, or too sleepy. Funny how you feel when the stiletto is on the other foot. Wish you would've been a lil more open and a lil easier on her. Oh well, c'est la vie. Such a tragedy:( Who knows what could've been, had you kept up the facade that led her your way in the first place. Damn your rep for being better than real thing. Maybe you should take some notes from him. Couldn't hurt. Bet he never gets dismissed. But then again, why would he? He knows how to act. It's all an act, the world is but a stage. Take you place. Shit or get off the pot. Shape up or ship out. She just may forgive you and give you another shot. That's if she has not moved on to her next victim. However if she has, you are but just another broken hearted fool of a man who let her slip through your fingers; when you once had her in the palms of you hand, guess you weren't too good at catching those throws after all. She made the plays but you fouled out. And you now lay in the tracks of her stiletto prints. Haunted by her scent.