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
Moans
Whispers
Sighs
and
The rain never ceases.

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!

Shift.

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

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

Dragon's Blood

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

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.

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.

4.7.13

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

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.

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.

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.