And this is sex on the kitchen floor I know I gitcha, hot enough to melt in the drawer inside the crisper…… I make ya heart melt, then pour inside a pitcher. Now that’s another serving of four, i gotta sip her…….. and we can change positions and take pictures, and make the maids clean as we break the fixtures……. yes baby, from the kitchen to the ricter scale, ha, ima touch the bottom of your wishing well….. “noooo, ima fall”, said the kitchen shelf, damn, we got em moving like they gotta ship to sail……. why???? shit, I will never kiss and tell…..but maybe….maybe…. …………..its the sex on the kitchen floor…….

I come back from the grocery store with everything you sent me for. The chocolate, the peaches, the whipped cream, the grapes, and all the other thing that can make a sexual concoction.* I open the door to our apartment only to see vanilla scented candles decorating the living room. And at my feet, I see tulip petals shattered across the carpet, leading to the kitchen. They welcome me as I close the door to this wonderland. I proceed to walk but the scent of your passion fruit lotion grabs me by the nose, and becomes a tour guide. Lifting me off my feet, pulling me through the crowd of candles protesting at the prison fence. “DON’T KILL THE INNOCENT” I hear them cry as I’m flown over a vanilla sky.Leading me to the kitchen, where you wait on the table with two candles reading newspapers. As they try their best not to look at your body half dressed, the apple in your mouth keeps you from saying kiss the chef. But I get the message first class when I lay eyes on you after being carried in by your intoxicating fumes. My eyes catch you slouched back on the table with your legs separated and mounted on different chairs. I start feeling like the nerd who purposely dropped his favorite pen to look between the popular girls desk. But after you catch me looking,you begin to rub the outside of your thong. I fall under a dizzy spell as I watch your fingers spin circles on the outside of your clit. The sight of you with nothing on but a bra and thong is art work . And I appreciate the talent as I watch the fingers on your stage hand pull the curtains to the side so that you can show me your pussy. I stand there salivating,but I bite my lip so i wont mess my shirt. And just as I hear a little voice in between your legs telling me to grab a plate, look to me and say, " I been playing with my pussy all day thinking about you….." Immediately I drop the grocery bags as I float towards the oasis of red laces and the mirage of high heels and french tips. “mmmmmm, something smells good….” my brain informs my tongue and with listening to them both I get curious. I undo the ribbon that held your legs together, then I remove the lid from your pot and dip two fingers in so I can taste test.mmmmm. Just right. And after I dip my fingers in again and let you taste, we transform into two fat relatives dipping in and out of the candy yams.But with samples now gone you pull me closer,I anchor between your legs and fall towards your lips. And without a trial of bread crumbs to lead us back, we get lost in a kiss, allowing our hands to throw a house party…since their under no type of supervision. But now the kitchen begins to feel like a museum, and the little kid in me must touch the exhibit to see if its real. And I know the glow from the candles have us on surveillance, but i still manage to take my time with removing your black pearl from its silk case. Only with tongue and lips, no fingerprints, no evidence. And as I cup your breast in the palm of my hand, I tongue twist your nipple into a crazy straw. I set off the alarm,but you grip both of my pockets and pull so you can feel me closer in between your legs. Enabling me to clean getaway, but our lips make a run for it and our tongues make a daring escape.And with leaving your breast on the outside of its case, we kiss passionately as my hand crawls up your back to undo the little bit of bra you have left.And As you feel your bra slowly slipping away, and with our lips still passing love notes, you lean in to assist me with taking my shirt off. I reach for the sky and watch my white t float out of my life as if it were a balloon unattended. You suck my chest and promise to buy another one, you bite my side softly and tell me that’s life, and your lick glides down my stomach telling me your hungry. You bring back a kiss that turns my bottom lip into a appetizer as you leap off the table while working away at my belt. Your body language persuades me to have a seat as you pull me out of my boxers. I lean back and watch your face sky dive into my lap. And with my dick in your hand, you give me a sponge bath with your tongue and look to me. And I look to you as I spoon feed you every single inch until both of our eyes roll back like the fruits and 7’s in the slot machine. Almost hitting the jack pot like 7 7 orange, your lips hug and slide continuously, forcing me to submit. I fight the feeling even though it has me on the ropes,but you look as though your enjoying this more than I am. You inhale me, and with using your hands, you stroke on the lubrication from your mouth. Damn….You look me in eyes once more before you take me back in to go deep sea diving. “OOOOOOoooooo sshhhhhhhhhh……” escapes me as you take me deeper until i reach the ship wreck at the bottom of you stomach. I cum hard and you feed softly, nursing me back to good health…… I pick you up and set the table. You take my dick and direct it as I put in little bits at a time. And I tease you with only stroking the head of my dick in and out, until you decide to get violent." Ha, calm down, i kinda like this feeling…."And I know you feel the same cause I can feel your sprinklers going off.And I continue to tease and watch your facial expressions change with satisfaction. You bite your visioning me deep inside of you, anxiously waiting with I pleasuring you with the little bit I have given. So far. And with using our kinetic power, our brain waves and lust signal us ‘its time’.I dive in as your pussy welcomes me with a warm hug.I slowly begin to push buttons as I watch your head look as if its falling behind your shoulders. You grab a hold of my waist and gently suck the air, vacuuming me closer to your face as the ride slowly picks up speed. Your heels cling onto the handle bars along my waist, you hold on to my neck, and I give it to your spot over and over and over. etc. ha, “you like that baby??” I drop down your ear. “I LOVE IT!!!” you cry out as those same tears fuse with the sweat on my back. Resembling the rain drops sliding down the window in the back seat of the car. And your fingernails chase these rains drop down my back as our love making rearranges the furniture. And without sparing a moment or taking my dick out, I quickly make the transition from the table to the chair, You ride it facing me so that I can make out with your breast once more. You tell me to bite,and I do so as you ride me faster. But as you pick up speed, my hands hold you in place, assisting you in controlling the rhythm. Our face meet up with a kiss. Our chest press against each other. Our love is beautiful and our wet bodies make a love song about it, your moans ad lib, and we begin to loose control of ourselves. My fingers find a burying plot in your back as we both reach the height of passion. “I’m cumin baby!” you sing while trying to ride with a steady pace. You let go of the wheel and I take over just in time to finish us both, and then………we crash……….we cum………..together…. ….we die and go to heaven…….with a kiss that cause us both to melt onto the kitchen floor. Our bodies lie there motionless as if we were washed onto shore. I move my kiss below your waist as I listen to you recite a love poem in moans. In moans……In moans, you tell me how much love and loved it. My tongue does the same while I eat away at you until I take the leftovers to the bedroom………………………………………

Dr. Strange Luv

The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle of the night with soomebody in your room…. your heart start beating so fast you can hear it pumping….. the veins in your temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder….. then after a few minutes you realize he ain’t move…. so finally you let him hang and you turn on the light…… and the killer turns into your coat throwed over the chair….

the feeling of sitting at the red light early in the morning…… and two or three mothafuckas cross the street…. your senses heighten….. reflexes sharpen…. visions enhance….. adrenaline flows….. as they rush across the street….. you leave the print from the heater print in your palm….. and your heart rate and breathing drag back to normal…. as you realize these niggas just going to the store….

Many of us mistake phobia for true FEAR. Where as FEARr is a gift from GOD to be used for self preservation. Phobia are obstacle strategically placed in society by opposes of positive existence. through sterotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorifaction. They have turned your fear switch to a permenant ON. We can change this by changing the small TRUTH within the LIE.

Voodoo…. Baby you are my supernova, I’ve searched airwaves, galaxies, and the slums of panama, just so i can find you. But just as my hope began to leap onto my dinner plate, you appeared before my eyes. Your skin looked as if it were melting, leaving hazel footprints to stain the floor, chocolate lipstick covers your full lips, body fully shaped, naked, decorated with a chain of bones dangling from your waist, ankles, and neck. And I sit on the other side of the planet wishing for sex on the moon as pink elephants play leapfrog over us, positioned perfectly, under the haze of a gloomy purple light. As i sit slouched back in an all black Armani Suit, you come closer while angels hover over our head with a red ribbon reading ‘Passion’. The purple glow that rest upon me, slowly wipes away your hazel complexion, as you get closer. You undress me then redress me with your tongue and lips. Your lips go for mine as you position yourself in my lap. And as we stuff our faces with a lusting kiss, you tease me by inching the tip of my dick inside of you, little bits at a time, then by taking it out slowly. At this point, our kiss becomes a wedding cake smeared all over our faces, as you rub the head of my dick around your clit. You bite my lip in lust for more but forgot to bite your tongue cause baby, i got you singing my name. I can feel the waterfall dripping from your thighs and rippling onto my lap. You stop, look me in the eyes so that you can hypnotize me with the dizzy circle that dances in your eyes. I fall into a trance, you look deeper into my eyes, and you get closer to my lips, and blow goofy gas in my face. I sleep, and then awake to stars with colorful faces, carousels, cotton candy clouds floating in outer space and YOU. Beautiful you. Naked you, I sacrifice my body to you. Your anatomy is the politically correct definition of sex, your complexion is cyberspace , and your eyes held the solar system in a jar with lightning bugs and fireflies, your love is voodoo. Yeah, voodoo, your love has got my body stretched a five point star pentagram with candles at each end ready for your ritual, naked to eye, tempting to curse. You control me as you practice a spell called foreplay, which has got me drooling and lost in a sense of confusion, not knowing how or why my body is acting a certain way towards you. My mind knows its witch craft but its your lips that pin point my spot such as chest, ears, lips, and stomach. You know all my weak points and you take advantage of that. I pick you up and pin you up against a cluster of stars, your arms slowly constrict around my neck while we kiss passionately. Daisies desperately reach for your toes as your feet dangle in midair. Ronald Isely’s “Summer Breeze” storms from the heavens above just for this moment. Just for us baby. “You want it baby” snakes out of my mouth and sneaks into your ear as its tongue licks the spiral in your ear. “Yes baby, yes baby, YES!” you repeat as I began to ease inside you. I slowly begin taking my dick in and out letting you warm up to the feeling. Damn. I instantly fall under your spell, I am an official slave to the way you whisper my name while your legs wrap around my waist twice, trying your best to hold on as I penetrate the depths between your thighs, rapidly. Forcing your fingers to become one with my back. And baby, after I finish giving your cat sweet pain and buttermilk, I’ll stretch your body across deep space, rotate your world on its belly, position its axis in a way that I may prepare myself to explore the milky way. And as you lay on your stomach with legs fully spread with a river of caramel escaping from in between them, you turn to look at me with a glance of seduction, giving my space ship the 10-4 to blast off. And baby, as I slowly slide in, forcing your walls apart, I rest my stomach on your back, I take both our hands and stretch them out towards the sun and once all of me is inside of you, baby, we make delicious. As psychedelic waves wrap around our bodies the sound of wet skin make music to your screams for more. Yeah. Baby I got you pinching tears, clinching fists, and thunder storming on me from your sweet abyss as I stroke deep and hard. And as I pick up the pace, my dick forces you to confess your love for me to the solar system. Holding your heart hostage, while holding your waist in position so that you can’t escape from the feeling of something so dayum good, something so real, something so us…love. And baby, I continue to satisfy you with every stroke until you just can’t handle it. I got you wrapping sheets into a bow tie, and your grip gets tighter, your screams and moans get louder, and my pace continues to feed your every need, and bay just as you begin to reach your peak, our bodies lock up, my taste buds go wild, and your body showers me with watermelon and gum drops as I and millions of rose bushes say “hail to the Queen” only because we’ve all been waiting for the end of the drought. I satisfy my sweet tooth as I feed between your thighs with your legs wrapped around my neck. You purr while rubbing the back of my neck. You pull me up, kiss me, no you kiss me deep so that you can taste the rest of the sweet that’s left on my lips. Our kiss causes the sky to rain roses; I exhale butterflies as your kiss slides down my chest. I lock eyes with you so that I can spot purple clouds In your pupils. You look up to me with my dick in your hand, you run laps around its head with your tongue. I feel your giggles drip onto my dick as you look up to me to see my eyes roll back, yeah, I become a zombie with clowns dancing on my shoulders. My fingers run through your hair as I dive deep inside of your throat. You hold onto my dick as you take as much of me into your mouth as possible. Repeatedly. I grab onto the moon so that I can maintain balance. You go faster. The feeling of your tongue sliding up and down causes me to destroy night. You notice that I start to bite my lip, letting you know that I’m about to bust. So pick up speed until I wash your inside with chocolate. You smile with satisfaction. I rub your ear as you lick away every drop.

And here we sit,on the bank of a bayou that sleeps on top of Mars. We watch as the sunrise for Earth, while you hide within my hold, laughter and cake fall upon us as we spot out constellations. I spot airplane that glides through the navy blue sky inflames from being hi-jacked by a Martian, Naked we lay, “I love you.” You say. “I love you more.” I reply, I kiss away the juice that dripped from your lips, I hold you closer as the universe holds us both…… voodoo.

Dr. Strange Luv

Slimy obscene creatures. Insane creations of a beast. YOU have murdered a man. YOU have devoured me. YOU have done it with precision like the way you stand green in the dark sucking pus and slicing your penis into quarters-stuffing shit through your noses. YOU rotten motherfuckin’ bastards murder yourselves again and again and call it life, you have made your black mother to spread her legs wide you have crawled in musuc smeared snot in your hair let machines crawl up your cock rammed your penis into garbage disposals spread your gigantic ass from one end of America to the other and peeped from under your legs and grinned a gigantic white grin and called all the beasts to fuck you hard in the ass YOU have fucked your fat black mothers YOU have murdered Malcolm YOU have torn out your own tongue YOU have made your women to grow huge dicks YOU have stuffed me into your mouth and slobbered my blood in your grinning derangement. YOU are the dumbest thing on the earth the slimiest most rotten thing in the universe YOU motherfuckin germ you konk-haired blood suckin punks your serpents of pestilence YOU samboes you green witches gnawing the heads of infants YOU rodents YO whores YOU sodomites YOU fat slimy cockroaches crawling to your holes with bits of Malcolm’s flesh I hope YOU are smothered in the fall of a huge yellow moon.

now who or what could this poem be about? If you look deeper into this poem, it’s almost scary because this was written in the nineteen sixties….. but a lot of that shit goes on TODAY………

……….you know who it is, you what it is.

LIBERATION

Are you wet? Is your mind wide open and fully lubricated? Are you prepared to acquiesce and be deeply penetrated? Not by mechanical means, And this is not a physical dream, Can I introduce you to mental fornication? Can I break down barriers with a metaphorical application? Lyrical liberation, with subliminal connotations, Are you wet? Come get high with me, Fly with me, Let your psyche lie next to me, Embrace the joy of oral ecstasy, subconsciously, Close your eyes and visualize all the things you really want to see, Are you wet? Are you feeling the flames of desire licking the edges yet? Let me light a fire in your mind, Ignite you with a flammable rhyme, Blazing liberation, your own internal inferno, Burning away all the hesitation, And years of captivation, But are you wet? Let me give you the test, Close your eyes, Feel the warmth of my breath, Massaging your neck, As my words penetrate your deepest intellect, Now breathe, can you feel yourself? Are you wet? Liberation, free to unleash the hungers that you long to feed, Free to feel the sensations that your spirit needs, Liberation, free to feel, And the freedom is real, So are you wet? My words are the foreplay to a beautiful game, A gentle prelude, before I enter your brain, With a projectile rhyme, on a nine inch line, Are you wet? Are natural juices flowing? Is that your aura that’s glowing? Are you ready for the consummation of your liberation? A smile is all I need for confirmation, That you’re wet, and your mind is set, That you’re prepared to abandon that safety net, And be liberated, free, Just the way you always wanted to be, And in celebration of your newfound liberation, Sprinkle me, with the moisture of your mind, Sprinkle me, with the perspiration you have inside, Sprinkle me, with drops of dew from your thighs, Tears of joy from your eyes, wet kisses and smiles, Sprinkle me, liberally, And I don’t mean that figuratively, I’m speaking literally, Sprinkle me, like a warm, summer shower, I want you to be like drops of rain, Streaming down my obelisk of power, This ebony tower, lose all track of the hours, As you sprinkle me, with the steam of liberation, And screams of revelations, To the sounds of revolutions, And the height of evolution, But are you wet?

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