For The Love and
Lover in You
For The Love and
Lover in You
(Sensual Rhythms of Love and Life)
Poetry of Love, Romance Sensuality
& Intimacy
(For the us and we, not the I and me)
Paul Bennett
aka
Cralion
Copyright © 2009 by Paul Bennett aka Cralion.
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Contents
Loves Quote ...................................................................................................9
A Lover’s Hug ............................................................................................ 10
Sensuality ................................................................................................... 11
Making Love Chapter One ........................................................................... 14
Later Down the Road Chapter Two................................................................ 17
I Open the Front Door Chapter Three ........................................................... 18
Love By Firelight ....................................................................................... 19
Boudaciously Bountiful Beautiful Bubbling Round Brown
Booty with Thighs on the Side................................................................. 21
Creamy Silk ................................................................................................ 25
Brown Sugar, Honey and Butterfl y Wings .................................................... 28
Love ........................................................................................................... 33
Loves Hope ................................................................................................. 34
Wings of Love............................................................................................... 35
Take A Chance on Love ............................................................................... 36
Chocolate Wine ............................................................................................ 37
I Envy You ................................................................................................. 40
I Can’t Get Enough of You ........................................................................... 41
Hope Born of Love ...................................................................................... 42
Maybe She Love Me, She Loves Me Not...................................................... 43
Guarded Moments of Thought........................................................................ 44
Future Seed ................................................................................................ 45
Only A Man................................................................................................ 46
Men Feel What You Feel ............................................................................. 47
The Green Eyed Spirit ................................................................................. 48
I Miss ........................................................................................................ 51
Umph! Umph! Umph! ................................................................................ 52
Night Love ................................................................................................. 54
I Could Hardly Breathe ............................................................................. 56
I Don’t Need A Man . . . Do I? ................................................................... 57
Hey Baby Girl ........................................................................................... 63
One Last Tear One Last Kiss ........................................................................ 65
You Could Have Told Me ............................................................................. 67
Did You Finish Loving Me........................................................................... 70
Home Coming.............................................................................................. 72
Rapture the Sweet Wine of Saadia ................................................................. 73
“Kimre” ..................................................................................................... 75
Skin Tight and Sweeeet Sugar Britches......................................................... 76
The Scent of Caramel and Cream .................................................................. 77
Black Oasis................................................................................................. 82
Soft Sweet Temptation................................................................................... 86
Pay Back Is A . . . ..................................................................................... 88
Fine Herbs and Spices ................................................................................. 91
Ex-Rated .................................................................................................... 92
Fire and Ice ................................................................................................ 93
Flash Point ................................................................................................. 94
Just in Case ................................................................................................. 95
What Part of You Did I Forget to Love? ........................................................ 96
The Melody of Our Rhythm .......................................................................... 97
Love’s Serenade ........................................................................................... 98
Remember the Tender Times ......................................................................... 99
The Lover’s Massage ..................................................................................100
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Acknowledgements
There are many to whom I owe a great deal of gratitude for the persistent, insistent
push for me to share my poetry. However, there are particular, special people who
must take part of any celebration of success I may be blessed to receive.
To Kim Hosea, who reached into my past and evoked a dormant urge to again write and
express myself in poetic prose. She was the inspiration for the title of my other book of
poetry entitled A Friend Made Me Remember. Thank you for you unfl agging faith.
To Saadia Bennett, the heart and inspiration outside that helped unveil and reveal
more of my creative insides. Her gentle coaxing, and refusal to accept the mental blocks
helped me keep moving forward to complete this and other writing projects. Thank you
for being you.
To Cheryl Oubre, who kept saying I was talented, and people will want to read what
I had to write, my deepest gratitude to you for having faith.
To sister to my soul Arlett Wills, who looked into my soul one day at work and made
me answer why I wasn’t using the gift God gave me to write. I wasn’t sure but she was,
and I say thank you for the enthusiasm and encouragement.
To Marissa Monteilh, thank you for having enough faith in me to include some of my
poems in your book The Chocolate Ship. Thanks for being a loving friend.
To Debra Clayton, my east coast coach. Thanks for turning on the light when the
darkness of writers block made my creative light bulb fade to black. You were an
inspiration Lady Clay.
For The Love and Lover in You 9
Loves Quote
Weep not for the dreamy memories of love’s past, but pray they will never be lost. They
bear the marks of delirious, happy irrationality, the scent of passion soaked fl esh, the
caress of one too many lovers . . . or just that one!
The caress of your soul revealed, and the heart’s vulnerability to the ecstasy, or agony
of love; that is a good thing, for it is better to have loved at least once, and lost at least
once, then maybe the next time you can distinguish the difference between hopeful
determined ignorance, prideful vanity, false hope or fruitless infatuation. You will
understand that you can’t make love happen . . . it just does.
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A Lover’s Hug
Can be more loving than lovemaking
More sensual than a southern kiss . . . there
A caress more intimate than coupling
Too warm, soften, and melt into each other
It completes the aftermath of passion satisfi ed
And re-ignite the fury of that same passion
Heightening the rage of lust that had just consumed both
That’s if there’s true love—in a lovers hug
A lover’s hug says I yield my heart to you
I am revealed, vulnerable
All of me is yours, all there is to have, all there is that I can give
If you need more I will search my depths for the last drops
Or fi nd a way to make more . . . just for you
Our hearts once apart, now touching with each beat
A lover’s hug assures in our love is peace
The circle of your arms is my sanctuary
You are my eternity present—my future now
It washes away the pain of loves past . . . that fooled us
All that is my essence, is sustained by the you in me now
And all that is me is not my own—it is yours
I more than love you I need you to breathe
A lovers hug says we will protect the love given—the love shared
Says one to the other, we are safe in each other
A lover’s hug says you are wanted—you are needed
That’s if there is true love—in a lovers hug
Is there true love in yours???
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Sensuality
Smoldering fi re held in check only by the lack of a touch, a kiss, an embrace
A beast almost alive, born of humanity but not humane
It cares not for your sanity, cares not for the toll exacted from the body
It is single minded—purposed to serve one master . . . itself
A pure spirit of the raw emotions, unbridled, irrational, consuming
Unleashed fl ames of passion that sear the soul exposing want, need . . . you
Vulnerable it makes—prey you become
Your wide receiver becomes a tight giver, while it takes, and takes
Voracious appetites devour all of you—and me
It knows no boundaries save its own—which do not exist
Takes you beyond you, and dares you to say no
It knows your weaknesses
Titillates them with warm sensations
Brings honey fl avored damnable madness
But escape from its sweet torment . . . unwanted
Releases hormones, endorphins, oxytocin, moans, screams, growl, pleas, tears, fears,
happiness, joy, laughter, a fl ush of sweetness, a rush of seeded syrup
Breathlessly names escape lips—some by name—some out of their names—some
the Wrong name . . . it’s all good
At least so they say, until you hear the words “get out” . . . twice
They show you the door, or you hear the crack, crack of a gun
Hopefully it’s not the last sound . . . trigger fi nger male or female
Sensual sensuality captures your breath, caresses tight until you need more
Then allows just enough gentleness to enjoy the pleasure . . . until the next breath
You survive, breathing faster—passions saves your life, for just a little more
pleasure, and the next breath
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Imagination climbs beyond reality, rationality—leaps passed fantasy and bliss
Reaches into the unknown abyss of your darkest desires, and brightest delights
You become needy, greedy . . . some, nymphomaniac, some maybe even addicted
But then that’s mindless lust with instant gratifi cation as its goal . . . not love!
If once found, your mind, body, and soul long for it again and again
Searches for it quietly, covertly or boisterous, proud, loud with pleasure of
forethought
It sometimes authors a hunger with reckless disregard for infi delity
But if done right, and good can seal the deal for fi delity
Passions crest dares you to let go, to feel the fury of your primitive
It whispers, “try anything . . . everything!”
Dare you? Will you miss out?
Dare you runaway with this enticer, this sorcerer, maybe even demon if released
Dare you risk freedom and become slave to yourself, your forbidden desires
Not to perversion, defi nition according to God, but because it’s your true hidden
lover
Has seen you get down in many ways, many times
Knows all, will tell all, and if let out make you show all
You fear to let the freak out in full effect
Once free it will come out day, night, anytime the feelings right
Let loose it will show its behind and yours
It scares you, could scare your friend, mate, lover husband?
Dare you chance it, ’cause it feels so good!
It’s so hard to want to—but you can’t, cain’t, whatever!
But if you fi nd it with one—the one
That seemingly perfect match of mind, soul—and ooh, the body!
As Marvin Gaye would say, “ah mercy, mercy me”
You say, “thing’s are better than they used to be”
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The dark becomes goodness and light until you ask, “is it enough?”
Does it consume both, satisfy both, or is there more?
Curiosity fuels the greedy, as well as the needy
Is there a high beyond this one, the next, and the next?
Can you ever quench this thirst; fi ll this beast until it’s full?
Cool the hot fl ow of lust wherein lies the vain hope for ultimate ecstasy with one
Is contentment a reality, or myth?
Oft times the search brings destruction of the now—is it worth it?
Optimism is my credo in this quest
There is a key, a missing element that makes this joyful madness worthwhile
The thing that brings success, gives life to the sensuality—“that smoldering fi re”
LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Making Love Chapter One
(I just thought I’d let you know)
“Good morning baby. How’s the lady that makes my day? Is my day, and my
nights.”
“My, my, my I’ve been thinking about you . . . missing you too.”
Thoughts of you fi ll my mind.
Love for you caresses my heart.
The need for you fi res my body, and I want you . . . now!
Just too much time, too much distance
I just thought I’d let you know.
No, I needed to let you know, just in case it didn’t show.
I love you.
I dreamt about you . . . all of you.
I give thanks you are mine,
And I, I’m yours . . . all of me.
The image of you fi ll’s the limits of my imagination.
There’s no room for anyone else.
The scent of you is my fascination,
An aroma the soothes my soul and fi res my loins
My manhood feeds off the knowledge of having known you . . . all of you.
“I miss you baby girl.”
“Honey, you just left here a few hours ago.”
“I miss you . . . baby girl. I still feel you!”
I sat down to eat lunch—I thought my hunger was for food.
I fi nished and I wasn’t satisfi ed.
The hunger I had was not for food, it was for you.
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I needed the taste of you to appease the hunger of the beast.
The milk of you to quench my thirst
The love of you to make me whole
For dessert I made up my own dish, I called it “You.”
Chocolate, strawberries, melons, honey and cream
It reminded me of how delicious you are
The succulence of your sweet berry tips . . . all three
And the cream . . . ooh the cream
Let me stop! There’s still the rest of the day.
Now both of us are hungry, and I didn’t wear any underwear today.
I wanted to imagine my silk slacks were your silken thighs . . . and your stuff.
You know, “that funk, that sweet, that funky stuff.
“I’ll talk to you later. I just wanted to let you know,
No, needed to let you know, just in case it didn’t show,
I love you.”
“Hey baby, are you busy? I’m on my way home.
I ask the boss if I could leave early. Told him there was something special I needed.
Don’t worry, I won’t lose my job, he knows I’m a good worker who works good.
Besides I have to be a BMW, so we can ride in a BMW—5 series!
“How did she run today my black man.”
“Fine, just fi ne. It’s just a different color than yours.
Her warm seats reminds me of you, and the sound system surrounded me, made me
feel like your arms were around me.”
“Woooh! Hold on baby, some fool just cut me off! It’s okay, I’m okay!”
“Yes, I’ll be careful. Ain’t no mountain high enough. Ain’t no valley low enough.
Ain’t no river wide enough, or road fool crazy enough—nothin’ can keep me, keep
me from you.”
“Sing on my black man, sing on.”
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I was thinking of you, and me holding each other, touching—your love—our love
It’s what brings me home each night.
It will bring me home tonight,
And all the nights, until sleep takes us to heaven
I remember our fi rst time, and for me each time is still the fi rst time
I still feel it—know it—I am a willing prisoner of it.
My mind, body, soul . . . ultimately my heart was yours . . . is yours!
It’s only gotten better, as my love for you grows stronger
I just thought I’d let you know,
Needed to let you know . . . in case it didn’t show
I still feel the brush of your fi ngertips on my head
The honey taste of your warm full lips last night
We danced to the melody of the music we made
Watched the colored sunset fade
Walked, lay and held each other while romancing under the stars
We were watched by an envious man in the moon, he blushed at our passion
Turned his head to give us some privacy . . . then peaked
He enjoyed the rhythm of our moons, and took notes
He’s young, and the night . . . she hungers for the glow of his lovemaking
“Hey darlin’ I’ve got to get some push water, and get outta’ some of this stuff, it’s
hot! I’ll see you later.”
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Later Down the Road Chapter Two
“Hello, it’s me, it’s me babe. I’m only a few miles away.”
I wonder if she feels all this. I hope she doesn’t think I’m just being foolish
Can she read my mind?
Does she know how thoughts of her fi ll my day?
Does she remember we talked of the need for one another?
That the two we are, became one before the night was done
Maybe from our one, we’d become three—four . . . or more
And my, oh my, the joy of trying for that fi rst one!
And if at fi rst we don’t succeed try, try again!
Umph, umph, umph, baby girl, just the thought of you . . . let’s keep trying!
“Lady, lady, lady, I’m parking the car.”
“Hey my man, I just unlocked the door, so come on in.”
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I Open the Front Door Chapter Three
I feel a shock wave of pleasure rock me, and my guy’s
My body, my senses instantly afl ame
I looked into her sensual, passion soaked eyes
My lady is standing there . . . nearly bare
Deep blue almost nothing negligee, with sweet melons bulging from a plunging
bodice, not very modest
Matching thong, and ain’t nothing wrong with that butt, those hips, those thighs and
high heels that took my will
Made my knees weak, made me want to kneel, but we both stood strong
We could always do that later
“I heard your words my strong black man. They made love to me all day long, Your
foreplay, made me ready too play.
I didn’t want to wait, but dinner is on the table if you’re ready to eat.”
“Oh, I’m ready.”
“Take off your coat, I’ll fi x your plate.”
“Baby girl, I believe my plate is already ready, and by the way, I brought dessert.
“Oh, my, my, I see you brought company! Hmm, nothin’ under that long leather
coat. What if you’d been stopped?”
“I was, by a lady cop. I told her I needed to get home to my baby. She looked at me,
then down at me.”
“Oops! Oh I see your coat fell off your knee. I can see this machine is a stick shift,
the BMW 5 series that is.”
Go home black man . . . I know it’s hard . . . to slow down, but be careful and go home alive.”
“As I pulled away, I heard her say, “umph, umph, umph, the race is not won by
the swift, but . . . umph, umph, umph!”
“Baby boy, my black man, you’ve been on my mind, I could feel you on the phone.
I’ve been made love to all day.
And I just want to let you know, just in case it didn’t show . . . I love you!”
Now enough foreplay . . . let’s do this for real!”
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Love By Firelight
Moonlight through the window
Wood crackling in the fi re
Your gentle caress infl ames my heart
My body rises with desire
I hear you softly moaning, passion is your design
It’s time for that masterpiece of loving,
That always blows our minds
The artists did design, the poets put in rhyme
This love that feels so right
Our love by fi relight
Our love . . . by fi relight
Your kiss upsets my mind
I’ve never felt this way before
I don’t know if I can stand this ecstasy
Oh I can’t go on without your lovin’
Oh no, I need much more
I love you, all of you, all the time
Thank the lord that he made you mine all mine
Let someone write this love story, an artist please design
Singers sing this song, and poets put in rhyme,
This love that’s so right
Our love, sweet love by fi relight
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Your touch burns my soul
Your scent beguiles makes me drunk with desire
Your love is so good to me
I don’t know if I can stand this ecstasy
I’m rising with desire your love takes me higher
Let someone write this love story, an artist please design
Singer sing this song, a poet put in rhyme
This love that’s so right,
Our love, sweet love by fi relight
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Boudaciously Bountiful Beautiful
Bubbling Round Brown Booty
with Thighs on the Side
(Tribute to the black woman)
How do you like yours brotha’ man?
Good and plenty, slender and skinny or some where in between
More, and much more, all the way up to “you cain’t handle that!”
A slick rounded black licorice high-rise so high she can reach over her shoulders
and adjust her thong . . . crack deep
Hips so wide when you explore you feel like you went across country . . . and back
That beach ball curve that goes on and on, or that Coke bottle fl air, or the tear drop . . . drop
A combination of all that, bow legs, a bag of chips, and someone shouts, “back that thang up!”
thighs so close they say excuse me, and panties hose that make that sound . . . swish, swish, swish
Make a brotha’ wax poetic, “star light, star bright pleeease let me have the wish I wish tonight
Stuff so fi ne it makes a blind man see, a dead man rise,
And make Superman shout, “kryptonite my . . . I tried black, and I ain’t going back!”
Do you like it slightly sloped down, or just plain round, high and outside, a hanging curve,
wide and fl at, small, medium, large, extra large, bigger than that, or just a big ’ole butt?
Does it matter as long as there’s no do not touch signs posted
Personally I like that heart shaped fl are with fi rm roundnicity
Matching thighs that start just below the curve, grow long and on and on for days
That tall drink of water with very feminine athletic look
But there are notable exquisite exceptions ’cause it’s the whole package that counts
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Hey, but right this minute we’re discussing those delicious bodaciously bountiful
beautiful, beautiful, bubbling brown Booties . . . and thighs on the side!!!!
Do you like how those high heels make her walk oh so Sin-suous? Get on girl!
Is she stylin’ and profi lin’?
Walking like she’s got news in her shoes, a cut in her strut, a defi nite glide in her stride
A tease that’ll break a black man to his knees
That side to side sway that makes you want to say, “girl . . . you sho’ wearing them . . . shoes!”
Sexy rotating display that thrills our souls, is candy for our eyes in those skin tight breeches
Ohio Players sing, “runnin’ folks into ditches . . . baby about to bust some stitches . . . yeah!
Thongs that hint make you envious, imaginations running wild setting new speed records,
Ohio Players sing, “The way you walk, and talk, really sets me off to a full alarm
child, yes it does. The way you squeeze . . . and tease . . . knocks me to my knees, and
smokin’ baby, yeah, yeah!”
Booties, butts, hips and thighs walk by, roll by, stroll by, runway model by, cheeks
so tight, so round, so fi rm, so fully stacked. A six pack in painted on jeans, and she
didn’t have to do one crunch.
“Say it loud!” You wore those just for me didn’t baby girl?”
Believe me, as a black man I appreciate it even if I can’t touch it.
At least not right now
But don’t let me forget about those that wiggle, and sho’ nuff jiggle. That’s
undeniably sweetness in motion,
Call it a “Love Train” with twin boxcars.
If you’ve got the right ticket you can ride that train to the end of the tracks
If you’re good, you can make it a round trip. “All aboard!”
That classic booty that coined the cliche, “it must be jelly, ’cause jam don’t shake like that.”
Hopes and fantasy mingle in that mix, and black men, no every man starts to tingle
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Oh yeah, believe it, the white man digs the roundnicity, but learned to market what
he’s got. The breasts, the blue eyes, the blond hair, but he knows what missing back
there. But the closet booty freaks have come out of the closet,
’cause they realize junk in the trunk=cash in the bank. Their cartoon people
received some rump; butt blasters have a multi-million dollar cash fl ow, and see what
a little more booty did for J’Lo.
Brotha’s learned to play that game, tap in on that million-dollar thang
Video’s! Video’s! Video’s!
Ain’t nothin’ like a fi ne brown, round frame on the big screen
We watch, dig the groove, but ain’t nothin’ like a fi ne round frame, hot buttered soul
that can shake that thang!
Some broth’s say, “I wish that belonged to me.”
The confi dent say, “that—will belong to me.”
The desperate say, “I’ll pay her to belong to me.”
The destitute say, “no chance” just dream and hand-le their business.
The rich arrogantly say, “everybody’s got a price.”
The lover say’s, “Turn out the Lights and Love Me for Old Time Sakes”
The brotha’s out for the day say, “umph, umph, umph.”
The player say’s, “it’s my duty to please that booty.”
The husband say’s, “these six “B’s” are for my eyes only.”
Oh, by the way black man, this is the only time the “B” word could be . . . should be
used to describe a lady of color. Remember your mother, grandmother, daughter,
sister, aunt, sister-in-law are black women. All are due their dignity, our love,
protection, and respect!!!!
Bodaciously, bountiful, beautiful, bubbling, brown, Booties and Thighs on the Side!
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Don’t get me wrong, there’s more than one fl avor of candy from which to choose. I
just happened to see a very fi ne lady of color the other day, with a fi ne brown round
beautifully bodacious body. A warm breeze kicked up her summer dress. I guess it
wanted a look too! Believe me there are some naked treasures in high heels!
Style, class, colors that stagger the mind, tempt the soul, and make that soldier stand
at attention!
Candy! Deep and rich that melts in your mouth, and in your hands
“Let me break it down to ya!”
Chocolate, Swiss chocolate, Dutch Chocolate, Tootsie Roll chocolate, deeper
then that chocolate, midnight black, blue black, tar black, coal black, raven black,
satin black, silky black, African black, even ashy black. Coco, Capuccino, mocha
magic, Mexican mixture, Mulatto, that white black thang. Sepia, ebony, caramel,
high yellow, low yellow, black and Asian yellow, maple, walnut, pecan, Puerto
Rican pecan, rum, Brazilian baked, Belizian browned, almond, brown, burnt
brown, reddish brown, seal brown, honey brown, caramel and cream, carmel without
cream, tea, Carribbean coffee with or without cream, shaded to your taste, or just
plain black. Bronze, “a natural tan” no Coppertone creation. Strawberry French
vanilla, cause the French visited Africa and couldn’t resist that dark sweet succulent
fruit, now turned strawberry with maple nut fl avor. Strawberry all mixed in black
honey, Jamaican berry and just black berry, black cherry, black American,
Native American, and Seminole saturation on the side. Dusky brown, that other
Indian infl uence, Hawaiian pineapple brown, Hawaiian coconut brown, Spanish,
and Spanish Harlem recognizing black roots, European melting pot, dark tipped
vanilla, you know that quarter drop that tries to deny massa’ tipped to the slave pens
more than once or twice, even albino because of indecision about which way to go. If
I missed anyone, please forgive me it was defi nitely not my intention to leave any one
out. ’cause for all I know there could be some neutral colored booty out there!
Oh, as a fi nal note for all of you who don’t know the difference between a butt and a
booty; if she looks like she can drop it like it’s hot . . . that’s a BOOTY, not a butt!
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Creamy Silk
Indescribably delicious, when you’re in love
Undeniably sensuous, when you are making love
Delicate sweetness, honey-hummed cream taste savored because it is his . . . or hers
A trickle answers the beckoning of a gentle caress whether it be, fi ngers or tongue
It answers the call, smoothes the way gives response to the question, “are you
prepared to receive?”
Unmeasured fl ow, silent in its coming . . . and yours
Its’ meaning echoed lovers readiness, passion, and willingness through the ages
From deep within, origin of which there seems none . . . but has to be
It signals passion yet to come . . . and is
Mothers milk for the mature turned creamy silk
All the need be is the right touch, on the right place, at the right time
The right mood, the right feeling, involuntary or lover created
The place optional, not always necessary because two’s personal space becomes one
The impulse is an unborn desire, but birth quickens its fruition
The pulse tattoo’s the heart to the rhythmic crescendo of need wanting to be free
Unbridled, spinning wildly out of control, driven by the need to be appeased
And the stream of cream and silk quietly mark the path leading to satisfaction
Gratifi cation becomes obsession, repetition
Fires of lust rage uncontrolled until unity is achieved . . . one way or another
Sighs, cries, screams, and dreams intensify and the fl ow becomes a molten deluge
And the hot cream rides silken sweetness, spilling liberally—willingly—joyfully
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The fi rm moist soft sentinel above stands safely, observing, enjoying . . . greedy
Trumpeting the call to prepare for the thrill of invasion
“Made ready is the path for the conquer worm. Yield and make ready to receive
your reward—herald the thrust of pleasure which is smooth and deep.”
Your willingness, the wanton spirit is charged, consumed with the search for
gratifi cation desire to taste the mature milk . . . creamy, creamy silk
What triggered the fl ow, that sudden surge into a sensual purge?
His musk, her scent, his touch, her kiss, his hug, her caress, his clothed nakedness, her
diaphanous nighty, bedroom eyes, sexy sighs, rounded butts, hips or thighs wide and high
Voices betray anticipation, a core is touched and the fl ood gates opened
Kisses in places, no one place, by just that certain one—who’s been there before.
Is there again—sooner than expected, but not soon enough kisses knead, tease
Moist fi rm sentinel who stood watch dutifully . . . expectantly now butterfl y touched
Yields, and the folds part to reveal the sacred path traveled by the nectar silk
Tongues of the two pave the way that both share, no doubt both will give, both will receive
The lovers spear is bathed in wetness, fi ne oil, liquid essence
One lover is fi lled to the width and depth of sensually saturated imaginings
Hard it is to imagine an end to need, limits to desire—especially in a lover’s embrace
Again there’s the fl ow immeasurable—from a beginning unknown, but generous
The end is a bursting, a spilling from both, enriching each other . . . and whatever
surfaces are available
Ecstasies storm cares not where it erupts, it’s not embarrassed as pride marks the
trail of lee’s and dregs . . . the stains
They testify to the truth of what magic just occurred
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“Aaah! Honey cream, how long it lasts—it’s paced by the time of giving”
It is given over to the lusts and desires taxing limits of endurance, but—are there any?
Is all night, all night? Is it all right? Is it the truth?
Did the loving really last that long, or did sleep claim exhausted sexuality?
Did love awaken a nights crest and hunger demand more?
Creamy silk is the evidence, creamy silk can testify
There’s no exhaustion to its supply, and lovers fall spent before it will cease,
Even dreams keep alive the fl ow until it is a trickle
When the tidal wave of this hot essence rushes to overfl ow, bathes . . . is consumed
From somewhere the feeling is just sooo’ good, does it matter from where the slickness
comes . . . just send more!
If the fulfi lling plumbs the endless fathoms of love authored by loves touching
The presence of silk and cream is all the more satisfying
Could it be sweeter, more completely satisfying so that passions hunger subsides?
Both survived the storm anticipating the next carnal thundering
The next fl ash of lightning that says be ready . . . ready or not here I come!
Both have savored the taste of passions mature milk
Both of have slaked their thirst in the fl ow of creamy silk
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Brown Sugar,
Honey and Butterfly Wings
Round long smooth brown sugar columns stand tall, apart, watchful, beckoning
Thighs high or bent over strong shoulders, wrapped around the head that’s giving it
Strong sexy Sentinels open and close to hide the treasure, then give it up
Sentinels open, mark the path leading to the valley of promised pleasure
The valley of curl shadows that author the aahs, the oohs, the hmms, and the umph!
umph! umphs!
Sometimes the “who’s your daddy, and the who’s your mama?”
The “aye poppi’s, and the “ooooh baby . . . baby”
Some don’t know who they are and cry “say my name!”
Thus echos the passion on the lips of many, but most just say the oohs and aahs have it
Oh—back to the story!
Nectar of the heavens runs the path below and between
Unmistakable, mystical, it scent calls to the butterfl y
Rapid fl ash of its single soft moist tendril seeks, searches for the honey
Slides inside the warmth of one sentinel, then the other
Leaves moist kisses as tribute to its having been there, and wanting to stay
Musk honey fragrance from her core soaks and soothes, teases the thirst
Her body bolted upwards, her sounds testify the tongue fi nger went deep
The warm fl ush, a sweet rush—the butterfl y took a big swallow
The thirst was quenched for the moment—there is more to come.
Sweetness teasing, titillating unseen fi ngers seek entry—feel the wetness
Touch, tantalizes, beguiling siren, lure it on toward the pleasure
The sentinels part wider exposing the way, showing the way, lighting the way
Not a betrayal, an affi rmation, because the sentinels know there’s a need
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The steam soaked curtain of many fi nely curled swirls sway, and give way
At last the prize, the glistening jewel is revealed—erect, hungry . . . waiting
Aaah, was that a quiver betraying anticipation or “I got to have it now!”
Need to be touched, suckled, circled, swirled, twirled, curled, fl icked
The butterfl y hovered licking its lips, and the glistening jewel moaned, “come closer,
so I can.”
The butterfl y licked the air, it would soon caress, soon savor the fl avor that triggers
the fl ow—and the hunger
The butterfl y’s wings quicken, the prey has been found,
I is time to feed, the need too is strong to resist
The butterfl y blew warmth to calm its quarry, soothing it, preparing it for eating
The silken trail stealing away from inside testify, “that’s not a problem, preparations
have already been made for you
Come—feed as you must, as I need, my silkiness prepares the repast awaiting you
The wet glistening jewel winked its approval, and impatience
“Come! Taste of me so that I may also”
I feel naked before the, come, chase, capture, devour
Thy warmth clothe my nakedness that I might know the electricity of your tongues devotion
Feel the hum of it, it hints of pleasure, and pleasures to come!
And then I will—again, again, and again!
You will need water, honey only makes you thirstier, and I have more honey!”
The butterfl y feigned shyness, tested its wings, its tongue
Ever so shyly begins its dance, feather touches tickle up and down,
Started at the bottom, noted the tiny tight space
Hmmm maybe another dark pleasure place to be challenged on another night
By the black knight with latex armor—or not the butterfl y winked
The darkness winked back, and the butterfl y thought “maybe another time, if I have
the courage—if she does
The butterfl y fl icked set fi re to a moist path upward toward the beginning
Touched the underside, separated soft petals, tasted every side of the hot sugar walls
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The jewel rises, falls, then rises and waits, anticipates—hopes
Light is the touch, almost missed, but it was
But then that’s the magic of it
There! Another, and another, ooh so slow . . . then another
Aaah! Under, over, around and around the crown of the glistening jewel
And then the fl ick, the lick, so light, so right
Wings fl utter at super speed making jealous the beat of the hummingbird
Suddenly the wings widen, fl atten, a long slow lazy lick covers the hmmm
The butterfl y has landed!
Brown Sugar groans, moans, churns, yearns, screams into the pillow
And won’t let go of the head
There’s a spark, a fi re ignites, grows, consumes
The wings fan speeds incomprehensible, unceasing fl ames become wild fi res
Only a backfi re can match its force
But that’s for a later time, a later position
The long round smooth sentinels widen, straining to open even more
Lift, separate, and unveil warm tender wetness trembling, waiting
They, the sentinels must cool the searing fi re or the womb will melt
Heat scorches inside and outside—it is delicious
The sentinels decide to stay tall, open
But the urge to squeeze tight on something is, and won’t be long denied
They must go with the fl ow, they know it’s coming
Brown Sugar in motion, moves with steady rhythm
On stage it’s exotic dancing, now it’s bump and grind to feed the need
The wet round jewel strains, begs more of its darting, sweet tormenting titillator
Crystal honey fl ows faster, races ahead of the rippling cascade to come
More is coming—more is better
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Butterfl y wings lick, taste, fl ick matches the beat of the hummingbird’s heart
Thunderstorms threaten the jewel rises to meet the lightning to come
It seeks not shelter pulsing, throbbing it stands a willing sacrifi ce
Flash points of lightning races the length of Brown Sugar its her time to come
A soft rumble deep within, hips surge forward, up, open . . . then the rush
Waves, and waves again of brown sugar turned honey
The butterfl y tries to take fl ight lest its wings get wet!
And it can fl y to return and begin again
Yet the hunger, the thirst is strong,
“Hmmm maybe just a little longer, no that’s too long wings take a long time to dry
from that kind of wetness”
Too late! The lava comes!
Firm fi ngers capture, pull, escape is no longer an option
The butterfl y feels the rumbling deep within
Knows what it means, knows what’s coming
It’s wings beat faster, circling, seizing, teasing then circling again
Spiraling down ever so lightly to quench its searing thirst
Soothing, infl aming, ravenous searching, fl attens rubbing the right places
“The wings can dry later!”
Perspiration turns sweat
Brown Sugar rises higher, lifting fi ne silken cream soaked pinkness
The glistening jewel rises higher grateful to follow the wings that lick and fl ick
The butterfl y whispers “hello”
A long slow groan, becomes a strong rich moan refl ecting the depths of its origin
A cry explodes somewhere in pleasures endless time, ecstasy’s boundless space
The fi rm fi ngers tighten, the grip unbreakable holding the butterfl y home
The butterfl y cannot fl ee, does not want to fl ee
It fl icks more, licks more, goes deeper, then plays a light melody
A touch, that’s not a touch plums the core of Brown Sugar
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The storm is here, tidal waves of ecstasy crash, engulf
The sentinels are unsteady, rock too and fro, open and close undecided
Heat fl ashes their length they resist not the urge to hold each other
They close too, secure the promise within them
The butterfl y is near suffocation
Brown Sugar an abundance of air inhaled screams, this piercing time, telling the tale
The beginning of the bonding followed by sweet oblivion
A long throaty moan, a deep fulfi lled sigh, it fades then silence the storm
Warmth of contentment seeks peace, and slowly becomes still
Cream soaked pinkness covered in fi ne swirls falls gently to warm sheets
Peace reigns, the sentinels fatigued release their hold, and the butterfl y is free
Peace should have reigned but then silence is broken.
A growl from below
The butterfl y blinks into the darkness
The true Hunger is coming
Its’ roar marks the urgency of its mission, it too must partake of the pleasure
It will not be dissuaded, it cannot be bargained with, and it will-not-stop!
It is driven—will once, twice, thrice be enough to satisfy it?
Not until it streams forth covering all with its syrup of submission
Brown Sugar whimpers sweet anticipation,
The glistening jewel is ready to rumble, and the precious is moist and wanting
The butterfl y dips its tendril just one more time into the silken honey
“Aaah yes, 100 degree’s Fahrenheit . . . just right!”
Wings spread and it heads north, where are mountains and tasty peaks await
the butterfl ies kiss
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Love
Picture passion and feel its depth,
Taste the essence let it quench your thirst
Be consumed by its fantasy
Let it fi re your mind
Be captured in its warm folds
Drown in its richness
Climb the ladder of ecstasy while plunging in headlong abandonment
Feel the aroma that caresses your senses
Ride the tumultuous wave of this sensual crescendo
Let loose the creature that consumes you
Spill forth the satisfaction, pent up gratifi cation
Cry with sorrow at the end
Breathe a sign of contentment
Smile with the understanding it will happen again
Hug your love close and let tomorrow’s light fi nd you as one
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Loves Hope
I saw her face and I was astonished
I saw her smile and I was beguiled
I tasted her lips and my heart was a song
I gazed into her eyes and I was gone
She had cried—I cursed
She smiled—I sighed
We loved—she died
Now only I cry
I curse
I smile
I sigh
I love
I cry
I . . . .
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Wings of Love
Soaring past clouds of passion
Chasing comets iridescent fl ight to a heaven of ecstasy
A magical ride transcending morning and night
Wondrous sweetness riding waves of pleasant whims
A warming hug, tender caress, eyes that reveal loves depths
A smile that says home be my heart
Elation so high ascending through the sky
Of passions crest quintessence peak
Love of my life in you is found
Soaring high above the ground
A queen who lifts me high above
Flying high on the wings of love
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Take A Chance on Love
I wanted to say yes, I wanted to try again, but I could not
the last time it hurt . . . bad
I needed to hold her, but I did not
the last time she faded away—it hurt . . . bad
Her eyes melted my heart
I put fear aside, I feared not
Her starlit smile warmed my soul
my heart hid not, I let go and let love
Passion infused us, consumed us
ecstasy became us
I was deep, she gave me more . . . I went deeper
I wanted to know love . . . she gave me more
The one we are fades, the one I was
now complete I am
It was once only myself—I and me
I took a chance on love now it’s us, and we
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Chocolate Wine
(A black man’s lament)
I don’t know how or why she is still a part of me . . . it’s been years
Maybe that’s not enough time—maybe time isn’t the answer
Still she’s part of me, yet not enough, no longer one, for she is no longer mine
That fi ne chocolate wine.
I can’t, no maybe I don’t want her to not be a part of me
She was not supposed to get to that spot in my heart
Not that fast, not that strong.
I wanted to take my time—make it real—make it last
I don’t how she became part of me
Living within my days, my nights, my dreams
Maybe even my soul
I prayed she was the missing half of the whole that was me
I thought, wondered, imagined if the memories born from the heat of passion
Is still there between us
The images are so real, so good, oooh so long ago
But I still feel the love
Her scent is still fresh, the honey cinnamon of her kiss still fi re my mind
Her fi ne ambrosia is salvation for my thirst
Her soft hmms, loud ooohs, say we are fi tted well
The soft roll of her hips, imprisonment of her thighs high testify
What’s between us is sooo . . . umph, umph, umph
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Her caress still holds me
The sight of her body a living portrait in my imagination
A memory growing sweeter with time
This woman, once my lady, my sweet chocolate wine
I wonder if she still remembers me . . . all of me?
I have to admit my nose was open—wide
Maybe it still is, but that’s okay
Everyone should experience that feeling
At least once
The downside, they are just memories
Cherished hopes born of feelings that no longer have a place to be
But then maybe that’s all they were ever meant to be
I hope not . . . I can still hope can’t I?
She is no longer mine that fi ne chocolate wine
I could except the memories—if they were just memories
But they are so vivid—so alive
My mind clings to what was good
My heart still welcomes the warmth of her love
My body won’t let me forget
I guess that’s what it’s like when the stuff is just right . . . and more
It hurts to think she may be with someone else, belongs to someone else
That another feels her fi re, her kiss, tastes her ambrosia, my ambrosia
God help me I don’t want to see her in my thoughts, my dreams
Thighs high, the roll of her hips . . . and someone else
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I pray not, I can still hope
I wonder if she’s gotten better with time
They say that’s what happens to fi ne wine
It becomes richer, a more full-bodied taste
Especially, that fi ne CHOCOLATE WINE
“Hello, information, a listing in California please for . . . !”
P.S. Remember wine comes in many colors, fl avors, and if the heritage is black, I
believe you can feel me.
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I Envy You
As much as I hate to admit it, loving to be an independent self
I am a very lonely man, I know I need someone else
Each day is harder and I’m tired of playing the game
Love is a give and take affair
I had it given to me but some how I can’t return it in kind
I’m very sorry, very ashamed
There’s a great gap between wanting to love, and knowing how
I’ve begun to doubt my discernment, I want to give up and wipe my brow
So many people are happy
Loves hand has touched their heart
I envy all who know what love is
I know only its counterpart . . . sadness
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I Can’t Get Enough of You
I don’t know the reason, nor do I care
In my mind there’s no doubt it’s true
I can’t get enough of you
Your eyes hypnotize
I’ll do whatever you want me to
’cause I can’t get enough of you
Is it just my imagination or a childish infatuation
I can’t explain this fascination
I’ve never loved a woman the way I love you
I just can’t get enough of you, no matter what I do
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Hope Born of Love
Everything is all I have to give
All I give is all there is of me
You now have the part of me that is
And what’s left is all you can gain
Take a moment to pause in boundless anticipation
Consider the possibilities and move forward with hope
Hope born of love to come, and love you have
Sigh with contentment for the decades to pass
And all the love will amass
I’ll share that everything I have to give
The secret loving part of me that is
Will endure the bitterness of pain
Because of the love we have to gain
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Maybe She Love Me,
She Loves Me Not
Wish I may wish I might
have the love I wish tonight
She may say yes, or put me on the spot
she loves me, she loves me not
She’s got fi re in her talk, sensuality in her walk
there’s no doubt this lady is hot
She may love me
she may love me not
I want to walk with her
step for step stride for stride
Love for her love is scary
puts me on the spot
I think she loves me, maybe not
I’m getting shaky, asking family and friends
Starting to plan and plot
Hey, why am I going through all this?
she either loves me or love me not
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Guarded Moments of Thought
Existence is characterized, valued, indeed, cherished
The reasons are outlined but not always defi ned
They categorized, even immortalized
And with each new life comes new characterized, categorized, undefi ned values
Having grasped, held, embraced and caressed love
Its fl avor and aroma lays warmly on my senses
Yet the taste does not remain, not stay the same
I am sad, longing again to achieve happiness
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Future Seed
Forgive not our future, a past to be remembered
Of loves between which to choose
The cost of happiness be high
It’s bountiful fruit too dear, too close
Give love for its sake only
Even now within your comb love grows
A seed is breathing
Bittersweet pain of birth to be yours alone to bear
Fear not to tread this treasured path
You will not be alone
I cannot feel your struggle to give life
But I will hold . . . I will be there to see you through
My heart to yours
Yours be mine
We will be as one again in birth
As we were in conception
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Only A Man
Loves blow has an edge to shame the sharpest blade
It is an unmerciful advocate or adversary leaving in its wake the scattered remnants
of what was once a heart
I’m only a man can I explain what I feel?
The dregs of happiness imagined dies on the vine of hope
When love passes the wound refuses to close
Something by choice, sometimes even that misery is better the loneliness
The bottom of darkness gives only one view . . . up
But it’s such a long way and I don’t feel like climbing
Then light from above I peered into her eyes
I was drawn upward, drawn deep into her
I was rescued, and beguiled, she allowed me too much to touch the depth of her heart
Graced by the love I found, hope sprang anew
But then I’m only a man—can you feel me?
I feared the hurt of love, yet it was my weakness, my burden
She shared my fear, mingled it with her love, and I was strong
I found tranquility of mind, joy for my heart; her serenity soothed my soul
It is all new I feel ashamed that all I have to give is poor recompense
But I will give it all, and if she asked for more I will turn my heart inside out
Find more, and then some
My mind is assailed with the newness of this
Demons of fear ravage my dreams, exhume my loves past failures
Seeks to again imprison my heart with despair
Her touch gives life to the death of this shadow, her laughter assurance to my being
Her smile a balm to my aching heart
Her words a melody to my new song of happiness
But then I’m only a man . . . did I say it right?
Think about it ladies, we are strong, but hearts beat our chests too!
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Men Feel What You Feel
Pain of the heart is not your sole province
Fear if loneliness not restricted to woman
Our tears feel wet and taste of salt
The warmth of a hug gives peace to our minds
Calms the raging demons that invade our dreams
Love is a haven in which to secure our hearts
Laughter hides the uncertainty we dare not show
Bravado a lie, false pride only we know
Places in the heart we’re taught not to show
We love, want love, need love, need to create
It is life to us just to you
If we don’t share our emotions, we at least try to participate
We need you more than admitted, yet deny if the truth be known
The boy grows to manhood, the manhood to still part boy
So remembered this thought, for it is real
I even though I’m a man
I feel what you feel
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The Green Eyed Spirit
It kills with a whisper in the ear, the conscience, the mind
It destroys the heart, the spirit, the very soul of love
It feels on feelings of insuffi ciency, inadequacy, low self-esteem . . . no self-esteem
The need to control gives a sense security it doesn’t trust
It fears your peace of mind, as your thoughts may not be its own
It needs to know where, when, how long, what’s taking you so long, you’re late . . .
why?
“Why so long in the bathroom?”
Absence breed’s scenarios of infi delity, yesterday, today, tomorrow and now!
Guilty until proven innocent, but the truth isn’t enough!
If you’re male, it must be another woman’s scent
If you smell clean, you washed up, “who were you with?”
If you’re female, please wear an absorbent pad
If a thong is your thing, just spray and pray
I hear the stained panties or sniff test can ruin your day
Don’t leak, don’t have a hard day, there may be hell to pay
Did you work out and decide to clean up at home
“You smell like another man!”
Did you shower before leaving the gym?
“So you cleaned it up, did a little douching, I ain’t stupid
The green-eyed spirit competes against your thoughts known and unknown
Must possess your inner most dreams, even your shadow is a rival
Sleeps moan must be someone else pleasuring you
Inadequacy prevents imagining “I” could be the pleasure giver
“Wake up! Who are you screwing now?”
Was it a dream of pleasure, pain, or just good food?
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If the dreamer is male, his fi rmness feeds the fear
But medically that fi rmness need not be born of erotic fantasy . . . just blood
Could his mind be remembering your roundness there, the way your hips fl air?
Could his body be remembering the fi re that consumed his mind, as he took you from behind?
Or was he just relishing the taste of you?
But the green eyed spirit is fearful . . . sees only another’s ecstasy
Feels the ooh’s and aah’sof the other
Hears only another’s moans, echoing her own . . . or maybe . . . his own
Not a pleasant thought!
By the way, did you fi nd skid marks?
Not . . . a pleasant thought!
If the dreamer is female, are fi rm sensitive nipples and rhythmic hips cheating?
Could she be dreaming about you, is her time of red near, just past, or overdue?
Is the cool night air, delicate fi ngers, teasing her sweet berries into tightness?
Is her body remembering riding high in your saddle, knowing her man was so deep
he was hers, and hers alone to keep?
Was she feeling that in her sleep, or just relishing the taste of you on the tip of her tongue?
But the green-eyed spirit is fearful . . . see’s only another’s ecstasy
Feels the ooh’s and aah’s of the other
Hears only another’s groans, echoing his own . . . or maybe . . . her own
Ladies, you decide if that’s a pleasant thought!
By the way, did he fi nd anything when he did the sniff test?
If it was a she, instead of a he, was there anything to smell or see?
The green-eyed spirit hides behind bravado,
But is terrifi ed of being alone
Disguises impotence with violence
Cloaks desperation with a façade of false authority
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The green-eyed spirit is jealousy to obsession
Destroys all hopes for ecstasy, is just another form of possession
Shackles and chains it maintains, show’s no mercy, a cruel slave master
Smothers love with suspicion, doubt and repression
Sometimes justifi ed, but more often than not . . . loves suicide
It attempts to buy love, control love, claim ownership!
Tells the person bought, “love is what you owe me”
Can’t take a chance on, “do you love me, I’ll trust you to show me.”
It is tortured, and can only give what’s inside it . . . what it is!
Trust is a word not in its vocabulary
Trust means being vulnerable—taking a chance
Jealousy wants love, but fears the uncertainty of romance