Never Take Me For Granted

 

 

 

There will be no tomorrow
but I’m in love with you
There will be no promises for years to come
but you’re in love with me
and we won’t take this moment for granted
The world is ending
The sky is caving in
The sea is drying up
and the sun will burst into flames
All we have is the next couple of hours to express by action just what we feel

All I want is a mattress on the ground
With candles lit all around
In a deserted house on the country side
During a quiet storm
The windows are open
and the roof is half missing
But the fire place keeps it dry and warm
It’s just me and you

Tonight I’m going to give it my all
Any way you want it
I won’t speak resistance
Or will I hesitate
I’ll suck you
deep throat you like it’s my last time tasting
From behind or maybe in a 69, you’ll give me the same
Like it’s the last time you will ever use your tongue
Let the climax repeat in multitudes until we rest in peace
Do you hear that thunder?
It will all be over soon
So please
give it to me
like this is the last time my legs will be wrapped around you
and my body will be under yours
Don’t waste a second
We are doomed for destruction
Kiss me all over like I will exist no more
Hold me in your arms until nothing else outside these walls remain
I will cry your name like it’s the only words left
on earth
And if this is truly the end
I will know who I belonged to
as I close my eyes and take my last breath

The mountains are collapsing and the foundation is shaking
the stars have fallen and the moon has disappeared into the darkness
and there will be nothing else after this
I will never see you again
but I’ll love you
even when it’s over

We have to appreciate the affection we receive
Each and every time I give you a chance
make love to me
like life is terminal
and nothing is guaranteed especially
the connection between you and I

The Masquerade

Change me
See through this mask
A façade that I’ve carefully constructed
out of heartbreak and catastrophes.
Don’t let me slip away into the crowd
make me yours
Take me
Through the tempo and dance
I realize who you are
It’s in your eyes
They reflect images of your soul
I won’t stop you
I won’t say no
Be the strength for once
The supremacy in my life
I sense the aggression in you
Let these strangers witness
Let them gather around
as they hide who they really are
The thrill behind the masks
The mystery
It’s what we all gathered here for
The darkest hour of the city conceals our scandalous secrets
No names or stories revealed
In the shadows our wildest imaginations and reality engage….

Please take me
Do with me as you wish
You convinced me that you are the best
So I’ll stop the chase
The game
Tear through this costume
This glamour
Touch the core of me ..
Destroy this illusion
Break me down
To the simplest form
Never let me go
Restore in me my faith in love
And let it have dominance in my being
Allow me to be the embodiment that defines your memories
Remove my disguise
Make it where I can’t turn back to who I use to be
Veiled
Hidden in secrecy

Crash in to me..
Shake the foundation of my world
Let the walls that I have constructed collide and collapse
So we may build something so alive and new
Eternally finding gratification in the romance,
the magic of the
Masquerade …

One Hot Miami Night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One hot flame I’ve had in Miami is my on again off again relationship with my Aventura lover. We met at my favorite hot Miami club and a couple hours later, we were back at his house making love all night. It’s been hot and heavy ever since then. I’ve posted this poem a couple times but I felt it should be on the blog permanently. He is intellectual and gentlemen like which is a big turn on for me. Also, extremely sexy!  He knows just how to get me out of my clothes. I have the most amazing orgasms every time he’s between my legs. So this ones for you Aventura.

 

Miami Love(Breaking the rules as Miami does)Dedicated to A. C. his white BMW, and Aventura

It happened one hot summer night in Miami. As soon as I met you

I let you

My hearts choice

My back against The Wall

The things you did to me

Going soo deeply

You see

Usually I have to be

Involved in longterm love.

to feel how I felt

But this city has a way

of

making you forget about  tomorrow

and enjoy living for today

The brief  moment

It was so perfect

The feeling of your lips caressing my thighs

Your hands

Your thrust

Your eyes

Waking up in your arms as the sun rised

Amazed how I feel so passionately about someone so new.

I’m not ashamed how

suddenly

willingly

I fell in love with you

Having Sex at the Parent’s House

I’ve been exposed to so many different cultures and traditions in the last couple of years far from my own. It’s been an excellent cultural anthropological study of our society.
The one that I’ve noticed and focused on is the tradition of children reaching adulthood and still living home with their parents; especially grown men. Growing up in a southern Christian community, I had no idea that it was traditional in other cultures to allow grown men starting at the age of 21 to 27 to still live at home; and these boys have a college education paid for by their parents. What blew my mind is the parents acceptance of these men bringing girls home and engaging in sexual activity while the rest of the family is in the house. Now anyone growing up southern and especially Christian, this is NOT accepted at all. My mother use to tell me once I graduated from high school, that if I wanted to start having sexual relationships, then I needed to move out. And this was the normal mentality of all the parents that I knew. In a Christian society, sex before marriage is frowned upon. The bible calls it fornication. No decent respectable southern family would promote or permit their children to practice sex acts in their home before marriage. It’s considered extremely disrespectful. Infact, before my ex-husband and I were married, my mother in-law would not permit us to sleep in the same bedroom when we went to visit. Another point in southern families is, if you are grown enough to engage in sex then you should be grown enough to be responsible with your own place. It’s just looks low class to bring someone over to your parent’s house to screw. It’s kind of trashy and immature to us southerners. Who would do such a filthy thing and be that disrespectful?

Once I moved to Florida where there is a diversity of people from around the world, I found this behavior to be considered normal and acceptable. It’s no secret that the economy here is not geared towards assisting young adults recently graduating from college to be self- sufficient. There is a major gap between yearly salaries and the cost of living. Most young professionals, who decide to remain here after college, might have no other choice but to move back in with the parents until they can afford to have a place of their own. But I’m sorry it’s still weird to me. Also I’ve learned that in Latin America and the Caribbean, it’s traditional for grown children to stay home until marriage. The families remain a close unit. Parents want their children to be safe and comfortable, so they do not mind them bringing someone home to sleep over. But this is not just Latina America and the Caribbean, I’m finding it’s many countries around the world.
Also, in the south cost of living is a lot cheaper than it is in Florida or the north; especially New York City where an average apartment rent ranges from 2000-10000 monthly. The south is great for the young professional to be able to sustain his or her own home without killing themselves on multiple jobs.  Even those who did not go to college or seek any kind of alternate education can find work and affordable living. So we do have an advantage on young adults here and in the north. For instance, in Atlanta a 4 bedroom 2 car garage home that would be quarter of a million here in Florida, would only cost about 135,000  there. The mortgage would be the same as a one bedroom apartment in Florida. Crazy difference but true! A job that would pay you only 25,000 starting off right out of college in Florida; would pay you about 45,000 in Atlanta.  So again we have the advantage for self-sufficiency at a younger age. It’s common to meet 18 to 24 years olds who are homeowners. That is not a common thing anywhere else.

I understand the economic crisis in the U.S. can cause young ones to make the decision to remain home. However, since I moved out right after college at 17 and never went back and the fact I have a stern southern mama who I still at 31 feel uncomfortable discussing sex with; I could not have sex in her home. I would never let her read my articles or poems. Or, would I dare to think about having sex in her home. It feels so disrespectful and immature to me. I can’t see myself yelling fuck me while being smacked on the ass with my parents seconds away in the other bedroom. I would literally die if my mother heard some dude scream I’m cumming! Wtf? In fact, I had guys down here ask me to come over late night to have sex and I met their parents. Needless to say I never showed up. How creepy is the thought of his mother cooking me breakfast the next morning after riding him all night. But as a grown ass woman, who would date some dude living at home and then have nerve to fuck while his parents are there? Yuk! My mother would have a heat attack if she found out that I fucked in some guy’s parents’ home. She would disown my ass!
I can go out in the world and do some crazy shit, but when I come home to my mother and father I leave that shit out in the world. It’s a just an adult respect thing!

The Sexual Logic of Immortal Lust (Dedicated to Janet)


I’ve never been a woman divinity that hungered a man
stared down upon him from Olympus with profound lust
accompanied by desire sitting on the tip of my tongue
and succumbed to fear of swallowing it down and savoring the taste
A Goddess never believes in fear
Or denying pleasure
My sexuality alone feeds my immortality
And when it presents itself in a man
In that very second, he is what I want

I never play by mortal rules
waiting and suppressing my urge to make love to him
I have him when I see fit
I give in to passion when I feel it

Sadly mortals worship fear
They live for rules
believing
Order will dismiss chaos
But chaos is inevitable
It will have its time like anything else
But what does this have to do with lust at first sight?

I’m not concerned with disorder
or labels in a earthy realm
If I sit across from a man who words inspire me
To take him and undress him
Lie him down
and open up to his love
Then I make that inspiration action.
And afterwards, I have no remorse
I feel no guilt
I do not think of the unknown or what’s to come in the morning
My concern is that moment
Loosing myself in the beauty of
two souls drifting out into a sea of pure uninhibited sex
It’s freedom to reject defining
or worrying about if love will rear its head
and stake its claim in his heart
I’ve always considered mortal love to be overrated
Limited by time
Shallow and confined
it’s a misuse of the heart and mind
causing stress and the passing of life
Mortals were created to feast on natural impulse
sucking the fruits of sexual ecstasy

The moment I lost myself in the passion of him
will infinitely be a part of me
Locked away, well kept, and preserved in the ultimate high of my memories
That’s what good sex does
It creeps up on you without notice
invades your psyche and
causes these brief flashbacks
shaking your body
and flickers of that labor of lust spills out
It’s a powerful psychological self-induced orgasm
And that’s more sufficient than waiting and suppressing for
uncertain mortal love.
It would be the only reason a goddess would walk among you.

A Notch on a Woman’s Bedpost

If there is something that I know, I know the hearts of men.

And I realize how far desire can drive the heart

The extent a man will go with his heart to blame

for its obsessive influence

It’s like a whispering voice

ringing like a repetitive verse in a song

antagonizing his emotions

The want

the need

for that certain pussy

 lingering in his dreams night after night

teasing his dick making it extend out of his pants and                                  

into his hands just to get some kind of relief from painful desire

Oh desire how strong you are

You cause a man to do the strangest of things

Things that sometimes he can’t possibly be proud of

You can cause a love so deep or a hatred  so deadly

When his mind, heart, and dick collaborate

and set out to conquer that certain pussy …..

Damn… all he can imagine is possessing the sweet soft wet pussy

of that certain female whose sexiness seduces his desire

in such a way that he can’t focus day to day

The rage that builds inside him. It’s like a rocket filled with the most combustive

fuel, that only the feeling of the soft moist sucking walls of that certain tight pussy can ignite.

I live for that desire

The female in me craves it

I open my legs slightly

hoping that just a glimpse

just a small interaction with my essence

provokes his mind, dick, and heart to collaborate

and crown me to be that certain pussy.

Soon the hunter in him emerges

and initiates the chase

I want to linger in his dreams night after night

When he bursts out of his pants

and without a choice uses his hands for some kind of relief

from the pain that thoughts of my sweet wet pussy inflicts

my want for him to capture me grows

Because it’s the desire of men

That makes me feel like a woman

It’s their hearts filled with passion for women

that makes me love them

It’s when he corners me

singing those sweet words of temptation

seducing me to give into his desire

compelling  me to  allow him deep inside this tight soft wet pussy

That I know I’m wanted

I’m loved

Once he climaxes elevating somewhere spiritual

beyond the highest of heavens

and it was his desire for this certain pussy that ignited that rocket to

free itself from this earth

only then will I know that he is mine

And that by me he has been conquered.

Phenonmenal Woman

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.~Maya Angelou

OOH How badly I Want to Give it to You ~To Mr. Aventura

I think you fail to realize

how badly  I wanna give you this pussy

I must confess

that night after night

I lie in bed

my thoughts drifting into the sexual dirty of midnight,

I envision myself driving over to your place

naked with my hands between my thighs

soon to be knocking at your door

I don’t care who sees me

I’m on a mission

and my focus is you

 

I knock impatiently

and when you open the door

I insist you let me inside

My obsession overwhelming

I let go of all my pride

I just can’t stand waiting any longer

I lie down in the door way

and spread my legs

“fuck me” are the only words that I speak

I see you stare down at me

amazed

It takes all the power I have not to climax

But when you look at me….

when your eyes capture my body

I just want to loose control of my pussy’s emotions

I’ll beg for that dick

If that’s what it takes

Down on my knees

moan and plead

for you to invade me deep with that good dick

Extending firm and rigid

thrusting as hard as you can

tapping my G

 

It’s now 1 a.m and I know

you have no comprehension of how much I desire

to give you some of this pussy

It whispers for you all through the day

I try to resist her request

But she won’t give up

She got that fever bad for you

all she wants to do is fuck

 

This bed is on fire at 2.am

from the friction of my body tossing and turning

in every “fuck me” position

I don’t need any sleep to exist

I live for the flashbacks of

when you beat that shit

Destroyed it

You ah beast

and I’m your territory

What happen to us?

How did we loose that passion,

that insatiable lust?

 

It’s 3 a.m.

my backed is arched

with my ass in the air

my thighs are straddled

and I’m wishing you were here

So far away

You have no Idea

of how urgent the need is to

give you some of this pussy

that I selfishly denied you

But will I ever build up the nerve to find you and tell you

show you?

Or out of fear will I continue to hide?

When I see you will I run quietly away?

My pussy weeping unsatisfied

Regretful because I panicked and froze up

without a “please fuck me” word to say……

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another Lesson on Game

I know I talk a lot about cool calm men. However, it’s a fail proof game. As a man, when you hang around a bunch of loud mouth, arrogant, disrespectful assholes; the best game to get all the ladies to show up over you house late night is the role of the cool respectful guy in the group. When the other dudes are nasty,rude, and tell their bedroom behavior to their friends; you be the sweet one who doesn’t kiss and tell.  You be the one who acts really mature making all the girls trust you. When the women show up to your home, you get really kinky and fuck the hell out of them. When all the other guys only fuck maybe 3 mins and have more mouth than sex game; you be the one who barely says anything because you know that the girls will end up at your home at the end of the night. When you call the ladies, they are willing to come over and do all the nasty shit you want. They will be very uninhibited with you because they know they can trust you. In the end  you’ll be the one who gets the most pussy and head with less headaches. It’ll be like women are falling out of the sky. The other guys will be wondering why they can’t get blow jobs or pussy without going through unnecessary obstacles. But you’ll have a condescending smile on your face because you’ll be getting more than you can handle!

Also men, when you meet women who have the reputation of the hoe, half of the time they are not. When you meet girls who always call other women hoes and claim they don’t do this and don’t do that sexually ; those are THE MAIN GIRLS who are whorish! Women with loud mouths about how lady like they are usually are the biggest skanks you’ll ever meet! When you meet women who always have something negative to say about the other women who are open about their sex lives and admit they are kinky; those are the women who are the sneakiest and nastiest. They usually sneak around with more men then they will admit. So don’t be fooled.

For example: I use to know this skeezer who used to run her mouth about how lady like  she is and  doesn’t sleep around. She talk shit so much about how everybody can’t sleep with her and she is not easy like me. But she was the main one getting ran through by two guys at the same time. The guys just alternated nights. She used to hang with me in Boca Raton and run her mouth about the snooty guys I use to mess with. However, the guys who would come to her  400 dollar efficiency, fuck her, and give her nothing were thugs. And the men she thought I was fucking, I wasn’t. But you know me, I don’t have a problem with rumors; they’re good for business. She was such a dirty stupid skank that in the end had nothing to show for it.  Girls who run their mouths about morality are usually the biggest whores.

Just another lesson on game.

 

6 Ladies, 1 Man, and a Bungalow on the Florida Keys

A couple of weekends ago, the girls and I hopped a plane heading south to Florida to meet up with Emmanuelle  for the weekend. After all the drama in her life lately, my girl needed vacation time. I definitely wanted to escape the cold for a while. It was hard leaving my new green-eyed lover behind but my girls come first. Besides, I knew he would be waiting on me when I returned. May, Sandra, Amy, Christina, and I couldn’t wait to have another wild adventure with Emmanuelle. Our parties are always fun, carefree, and explicit!

Once we landed in Miami, it was time for the naughty debauchery to begin. I could tell by the excitement on E’s face that she needed us to bring out that inner freak she had been suppressing for the last few months. The 6 of us piled in her jeep and headed further south to the keys to meet our secret friend that rented a private bungalow especially for the LIBERATED SLUT girls. Anytime we call him, he goes far and beyond to accommodate us. His exotic private parties are wild; and he enjoyed having six ladies all to himself for the next two days.  We decided to stop off at an Islamorada resort first to  have a couple of drinks before continuing to the hideaway estate.

As soon as we arrived at the bungalow, he was waiting with dinner and Patron. While May, Christina, and Amy sat down to eat; Sandra, Emmanuelle, and I grabbed the liquor and headed out to the water. We stripped down naked, took a shot of patron, and jumped in. The warm water felt amazing on my bare skin. Tropical Florida weather was better than New York’s cold frost. Emmanuelle and I double-teamed Sandra’s young innocent body. The sensual water fondling was just the beginning of the erotic events of the weekend. Emmanuelle’s freak was unleashed once again; and Sandra was her first victim. Omg! When she reads this, she is going to “feak out” literally! (Wink)

After our late night sex swim, the three of us returned to the house for dinner. I came up with this plan to post on Facebook that we were staying at a nearby resort so that some of our fans would not try to join in on our private party. You can never be too sure these days. Sexy words from sexy ladies can cause a man to desire and obsess. The night ended with all 3 of the single ladies heading to bed with our secret friend to make love; while May the married lady watched. May is allowed to watch and touch herself, but she can’t join in. Emmanuelle and I get a kick out of watching her. Christina and Amy the sexiest couple ever, retreated to the guest bedroom for private time. But, for the remainder of the weekend, I insisted they joined us or at least let us watch.

The following morning, we decided to start the day with a foursome shower followed by a seaside breakfast. The remainder of the day was calm and relaxing as we laid on the beach together. The night ended with a hot passionate sex session on the warm sand.

I’m going to end this blog by saying the rest of weekend was pleasurable and filled with kinky behavior. I can’t tell all the dirty details; I promised the girls I would keep some things secret. Sandra is now fully initiated. Thanks to our secret friend for another phenomenal adventure!