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A Kiss On The Frontal Lob(e).: I'm The Other Woman, Go Figure

I’m The Other Woman, Go Figure

covers
sheets
remnants of clip on fingernails
strands of high end weaves
soiled condoms
pillow stains
yet none of this obligates him to me
it don’t matter that at the brink
he whispers love unconsciously
he’s not obligated to me
i’m not legally binded to he
so we just sinning
but it feels so good
and if i could
i’d bottle this passion up
and save it for when i want to play with it
that way the woman who said i do to
doesn’t wonder where everything went wrong
i know i’m wrong but living right
just don’t provide the same fulfillment to me
so when he calls and tells me he’s on his way
i lay my morals down
spread my legs open
and we get free for about thirty minutes or so
then he gotta go
back to his sleeping children, and possibly service
the needs of other women besides me
and that’s cool
although the covers
the sheets
the bubble bath decorated with a specialized mug
filled with herbal tea
don’t obligate him to me
so our engagement is fixed
fixed for him to get it
fixed for me to provide
although inside i want more then him pushing up inside
then scurrying his soldiers and his shoulders
to run outside
too much thinking, maybe another day
he’ll need me in the way i need him
maybe

This Type of Love by PhoenixDreams (voiced by Makaio Cain)

I’m a time traveler…

Floating through rifts of space

Trying to find the rhyme and reason
To why my heart keeps beating

This feeling that I have
Just doesn’t come from ordinary bliss
I have tasted love in the dead of winter
Only to feel it seep into my very pores
Like a summer’s breeze

I’ve felt her flesh upon mine
Dreamt of my seed
Flourishing inside
Pictured the yard, the kids and the damn dog
But it still just ain’t enough

I have laid beside her and watched
The cadence of her chest while she is breathing
I can hear her walk a mile away
I know the texture of her skin at
The break of dawn and the cusp of dusk

Her laughter floats through the air
Like eagle wings
I see her smile twinkling in my mind
A thousand stars made just for me
She will always be a part of me
A part of my life, just like
The moon, the sun and the rain

And I still will never have enough
Words to express exactly what she means to me
So all I can do is paint our world
In colors that only she understands
I wonder does she remember
The purple silk I wrapped her in
Lavender oil gently pressed into her flesh
Rose petals of sweet yellows, oranges and reds brush
Against chocolate dipped skin

I wonder does she know that I have dissected her
And found that she will always be a cool blue
That when her face is turned up towards the sky in sweet ecstasy
That her love has been sent to rain down just for me
That when she is draped in teal her caramel colored eyes pop
That she is more intimate when the sun is setting
And the fiery passion of day and night meet on the horizon.

I wonder does she know that I will move heaven and earth for her
That I would give my life for her
That if she stopped breathing I might die
‘Cause this love that I feel has never been planned
This love that I have has never happened

But I know if I lose her now
That this love that I have will never
Be shared with anyone else
Because I still paint her face in each poem that I write
I hear her in each breath that I take
And I find her in every being of my soul

Billie, baby, I’m that divine intervention
Baby girl, you don’t have to go looking ‘cause I already found you
And Wilhelmina I promise that this go-round will be even better
And I’m not talking ten times better
I’m talking forever

I’m a time traveler
Floating through the rifts of space
Trying to find the rhyme and reason
To why my heart keeps beating
And that reason…
Is you.”

The Sway of Her Back by stori

No she wasn’t a model from any of the videos,
She‘s not a party girl,
Her idea of a good time is expanding her mind with a book
She isn’t material.
Her money isn’t spent on the recent trend of clothes.
But on her education.

Don’t get me wrong she isn’t ugly by a long shot.
Her sexy comes out on special occasions.
Those are the times she shows my favorite spot.
Where her hips and her waist meet
A rhythm she was born with something that can’t be taught

As her body moves and rocks to a beat.
Nothing sexier on a woman weather she skinny or fat.
Let me rephrase that, curvaceous.
And that’s the hypnotic sway of her back

Sonia Sanchez

I gather up

each sound

you left behind

and stretch them

on our bed.

each night

I breath you

and become high

(Source: sweetchocolatebliss)