Monday, January 26, 2015


Beckoning you
With hands
Entreating exploration
I am impatient
My desire is insistent
It does not request
It demands.
This comes with the territory
Of being my territory.
Your body
Are mine
To do with as I please
It is imperative that you be
Confident in your submission to me.

I beckon
You come

I entreat
You come

This is not optional.
Know that your pleasure is always my top priority
Your service, your willingness will be rewarded
In ways you've never even dreamed of.

Thursday, April 3, 2014


I want to melt into you
Permeate you with this passion that never stopped throbbing for you
Red hot
I am warm to the touch with
Desire that could spark fires and
All I want to do is ignite you so that you can
Personify those fireworks that you set off in me
Sparklers and rockets I am
Bursting at the seams
Be my sky and I will light you
We can
Burn and glow like embers
Turn to ash and resurrect like phoenix rebirth
And we are new
Cleansed in the combination of our faults and redeemed by our flaws
We are baptised in fire
Passion, born again.


I am
Overwhelmed by the desire to serve you
With fingertips
With tongue
With flesh
My lap as your throne
My face as your throne
My body as your kingdom
I bow before you
Play for your pleasure
Court you where your flesh is flushed and warm
Your eyes
Your hands
Your lips
Your tongue
All beckoning me
To serve.

Love Me Loud

I want to be kissed
In love
Looked at with love
Craved from love
Desire me lovingly
Need me spiritually
Touch me infinitely
I want to feel you
Loving me
Deep in that place where torso meets center
I want to be handled
Firmly and tenderly
Look into my eyes and tell me you've been needing me
Missing me
Tell me you've been craving me
Mean it
Put your hands around my waist
Pull me close
Wrap your arms around my neck
Trust me with your femininity
Kiss me on forehead
Lobe of ear
Breathe your secrets into me
Tell me I've been your dream
Your nightmare
You've been afraid to love me
Speak to me
Run your fingers across the texture of me and tell me what my skin is saying to you
Read me out loud
Scream me
From the depths of your lungs
Where I've been residing for centuries
Feel me
Remember me
I have been here all along
Waiting for you
Wanting you
To kiss me in love and
Look at me with love and
Crave me from love and
Love me
With your voice.

Saturday, March 29, 2014


when did it become a crime to feel
emotions have been discarded like toxic waste
no warmth remains
in this Ice Age
feelings are the enemy and must be avoided at all costs
we clothe ourselves in layers of
sarcasm and nonchalance
no emotions coursing through our veins to remind us of our humanity
we are The Walking Dead
looking for love but striving to feel nothing
we abhor vulnerability
and view caring as weakness
emotions were badges of honor
now they are scarlet letters
and we play emotional dodgeball
to avoid catching Feelings.

Friday, July 12, 2013

stormy weather

Flesh collides
Ever so softly
Like feathers
Whipped together in a hurricane
Such fragile tumultuousness
Storming through terrains of
Brown skin and
Crashing wetness
The wind
The rain never ceases.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Morning After Breakfast #SexyShred

Want to show your honey some clean meal love after a night filled with some dirty fun? Bring the Morning After Breakfast to your boo in bed and I'm sure it'll inspire them to thank you in a creative way ;) The Morning After Breakfast consists of sweet whole wheat blueberry pancakes, and savory eggs prepared in a way that I like to call a "dirty scramble." Don't worry though, this meal is squeaky clean.

***Whole Wheat Blueberry Pancakes***

1 cup whole wheat flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/8 tsp kosher salt
1 egg, lightly beaten
1 cup coconut milk (or soy milk, almond milk, etc)
3 tbsp honey
1/2 pint fresh blueberries
Cinnamon to taste

Whisk whole-wheat flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon and salt in a medium bowl. In a small bowl, combine egg, buttermilk and honey. Make a well in dry ingredients and stir in egg and buttermilk mixture. Mix in blueberries. Allow batter to rest for a few minutes.

Preheat griddle to 375 degrees or set a nonstick frying pan to medium-high heat. (I used a little grape seed oil to prevent the pancakes from sticking to the pan.) Drop batter by 1/4 cupfuls on to griddle or pan. Cook until the edges begin to dry and bubbles appear in the pancakes. Flip and cook for 1-2 minutes more.

Makes 4-8 pancakes, depending on size.

***Blueberry Syrup***

1/2 cup grade B organic maple syrup
1/2 pint fresh blueberries
1/8 tsp pure vanilla extract
Juice from 1/4 of a mandarin orange
Cinnamon to taste

Mix all ingredients in a saucepan on medium heat and bring to a low simmer. Whisk briskly and remove from heat.

***Dirty Scramble***

The number of eggs per person is based on preference. I used two per person.

4 eggs
1/4 cup coconut milk
2 cups fresh kale
1/4 cup feta cheese
1/4 cup mozzarella cheese
1/2 cup chopped portabella mushrooms
1/2 cup chopped red peppers
1/2 cup chopped green peppers
1/2 cup chopped onion
Kosher salt and coarse ground black pepper to taste

In a bowl, whisk together eggs, coconut milk, cheese, salt, and black pepper. Saute onion, peppers, kale and mushroom on medium heat until kale is tender. Add egg mixture to pan and stir until fully cooked.

Hope you enjoy!

Friday, May 10, 2013


Sex with me is never just sex. I'm trying to make you tremble from the force of an orgasmic paradigm shift.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013


Beauty is as beauty does
Whether it
Inspires creativity
Triggers destruction.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Dragon's Blood

Our fragrance the same but
Scents intertwining
Mimicking our bodies' intersectionality
We are two, but one
We are duality.

Sunday, April 21, 2013


Point in my direction and
Make me tremble
At the mere thought of
Your fingertips making contact with my flesh.


I can't think about poetry without thinking of you.
You are the poem I've been trying to articulate since I first set pen to paper.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

For Better or Worse

I'm better for loving, but
My heart is worse for wear.

the butterfly effect

butterflies cannot be held captive.
if imprisoned between palms,
they'll die
even if those hands are filled with love
so i
commit the beauty of your wings to memory
allow you to flutter and settle on my mind for a bit
and then
i release you
adoring you as you take flight
your arrival
your time here
your departure
your presence

Sunday, April 7, 2013


beautiful spring days
want to spend them all with you
beautiful woman

Thursday, April 4, 2013


if a picture is worth
a thousand words
what is it worth
to see you standing before me
when the shutter closes on you, illuminated
there is something that is not captured
series of images fail to encompass you
pictures valued at a thousand words each
do nothing to expose you
i cannot grasp you
in light
in lens
processed negatives only showcase your surface
as much as I wish to immortalize you
in snapshots
i realize that you are so much more beautiful
when camera does not obscure my vision
a picture may be worth a thousand words
but you represent native tongues
you are worth entire languages
instead of being a tourist camera around neck
overhearing you
in snippets of whispered conversations
in foreign cafes
i want
to learn
to speak you.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013


am i wrong for wanting to touch you?
i swear your skin is beckoning me
inviting me in and i
can't help but to RSVP
you deserve to be celebrated
forgive me for undressing you with my gazes
my eyes create the path that my hands intend to follow and
my mouth can't wait to travel the same trail
i draw up my own map so that i can
commit all of your terrain to memory because
i absolutely plan to return to this place
return to you
every dip, curve and valley

is that my name I hear
echoing and
bouncing off of your mountaintops?
such beautiful uncharted territory this is.

i do not claim to be the discoverer of you
i am merely an explorer that
seeks to be immersed in you.

Monday, April 1, 2013


when you look into my eyes
you should know that i love you.
the windows to my soul are wide open
can't you feel the breeze gently caressing
that dip where jaw line unites with ear?
i profess odes to you in
blinking morse code and
winks that settle on the edges of your periphery
my eyes are never quiet
they set free all the secrets that my lips keep in captivity
i can't stand to look at you because
the sight of you is my undoing
promise-filled teardrops spill from my eyes and
your hands are not there to cushion the impact of their falling
i look down to protect myself
the adoration in my gaze is not reflected in your eyes
i am not sure what it is i see but
it does not look like home.

i am struggling to close eyes that are
filled to the brim and overflowing with love

for you.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Deep Sea

Without fear of drowning
I dive in, head first

Mouth open, tongue ready
No other gear required

I swim.

I breathe
while submerged in you

You fill my being with your wetness

I explore your depths and
you surround me

Liberating imprisonment

Free me
but do not let me go

I do not wish to resurface

I cannot see the world beyond this
I cannot fathom where the bottom is

You are not shallow anywhere.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012


I want to touch your heart
Read it with my hands
like Braille
Place my ear against your chest and
listen to your heart speak to me
Press my heart against yours and
engage in cardiac telepathy
Hold you close and
kiss your heart with my lips
Caress your heart and
feel your love beat against my fingertips
Your heart is the greatest love letter ever written
And if it is sent to me
I will open it slowly
Unfold it carefully
And read it daily
Instead of imprisoning it underneath my pillow
I will sleep with it against my chest so that
my heart can write its reply.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Still Sensing Want

Golden brown as if you were
Molded from clay then dipped in butter
Eyes almond with chocolate centers and
Lips plump like fruit ripe with sweetness
You are what want looks like

The scent of passion oozes from your being, spills from your pores
I pull you close so I can inhale you and I am
Intoxicated by the smell
The fragrance you wear is want

My north seeking to merge with your south because I am
Magnetically attracted to all of you
My hands explore every inch of you before
Coming to your center and settling there
With slip of fingers I am in you
Sliding in and out of glistening tightness and
The sensation of you
Gripping, encircling, wrapping around me
Is what want feels like

I place my mouth
Right above where my fingers stroke and I
Flat of tongue against round of clit
Lips kiss and caress your softness
Remove fingers from within so that
Tongue can replace them and I can
Taste your want

Moans and sighs reverberate in the
Trembling of your thighs before making their way out of your mouth and
I hear the sound of your want

Face between your thighs, submerged in you
Nothing exists but this sensing
Wanting you more even as I have you
Praising by eating and drinking of your body
I am
Never too proud to get on my knees before you
Humbled that I have the privilege to please you
I am grateful with all of my senses and
I will never stop wanting you.