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

Shift.

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

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

Monday, April 29, 2013

Dragon's Blood

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

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Quiver

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

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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
inspiring
your time here
transformative
your departure
bittersweet
your presence
unforgettable.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

4.7.13

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

Thursday, April 4, 2013

fourth.

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

second.

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
meticulously
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

first.

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

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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
High
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
Lick
Flat of tongue against round of clit
Lips kiss and caress your softness
I
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.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Sensing Want.

Want looks like

Rise and fall of chest
Fluttering of eyelids during sleep
Sunlight streaming through blinds and landing on angle of jaw
Blankets in beautiful disarray
Space between parted thighs

Want feels like

Flicking of eyelashes against cheek
Hand on small of back
Kisses on base of spine
Fingers tangled in hair
Palm gliding against flesh of thigh
Lips pressed against nape of neck
Caresses on back of knee

Want smells like

Lingering aroma of soap after morning shower
Vanilla incense and coconut oil
Barely there scent of cologne at end of day
Wood burning in fireplace
Combined perspiration of two bodies

Want sounds like

Shallow breaths and quiet sighs
Alto intertwined with sultry melody
Carefree laughter and verbal chess
Whispered curses followed by whimpered praises
Growl low in throat and
Moans echoing off ceiling

Want tastes like

Salty earthiness or
Clean flavor of water

Like sweetness

Like you.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

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I find that my
Desire is inconvenient and
Stubborn.
It is not content with the
limitations imposed on it
My want is relentless in its
Assault on my defenses
Constantly expressing its need to be appeased
My desire is not pleased by this
Lack of stimulation and
Manual simulations only lead to
Reinforced frustrations.

My hands are tired.

Fingers stiff from fists clenched with
No one's skin but my own beneath them to
Absorb the impact
What do lovers do with their hands
When they have no one to touch?
The answer revealed in
Marks left on my palms by my own fingernails
Passion imprinted
Imprisoned and
Praying to be released into the land of the loving

I don't know how much time I've served but
Surely it has been more than one life sentence because
My desire has forgotten
What it feels like to be on the outside

A prisoner's daydreams are their hope and their undoing and
I am unraveling.
Trying to hold myself together without the glue of bonding and
My arms are weary.

I am exhausted from wanting.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

17 Months Later

I hate that you affected the way I talk
Some of my words serve as reminders of you
I want my voice back
My heart was not returned to me
In the same condition that I gave it to you in
I pray it isn't worse for wear but
I realize that it is much too ragged now
To be worn on my sleeve
And my voice...
It is torn at seams that were once twice stitched
It buckles and sags and wrinkles in places where
It did not falter before
My hands have newer lines
Creases left from holding on so tightly
Gripping you instead of pens because
Loving you was writing
Loving you was righting the wrongs
Laid beneath your feet like concrete paths
My attempts to alter your destiny
Only made me question mine.

Surely, loving will be the death of me
Because my body has a finite supply of blood
And my heart pumped most of it through your veins
In an effort to revive you
And I waited
And third day passed, fourth appeared, and you had not resurrected
I suppose you
Carried my love with you into your next life
A life that did not include me.

I've gone through myself and discovered
That there are pieces of me missing
And I have to somehow patch those holes.

When you decided to leave me behind
I wish you had left all of me.


Thursday, October 11, 2012

written in the stars

i wake up with music playing in my mind
"Take me down to your river
I wanna get free with you..."
in my dreams
i must have been dancing with you
hands held, fingers intertwined
getting free via footwork
bodies moving close
synchronized to this song of
liberation love
held captive by the freedom of being wrapped in your arms
"This love, written in the stars..."
constellational hieroglyphics that
document this union as it existed in the past and
shine down on us now to guide our steps like
divine choreography
my partner in dance and in life
"I wanna feel this feeling of love forever...
With you
Forever with you."