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.

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.

untitled

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.

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.

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."

Sigh...

I really need to write.

In the Valley

It's raining again
Down in this valley
Framed by hips and
Thighs
Flesh dewy with mist that
Scattered thunderstorms left behind
The weather is always tropical here
Warm
Humid
Natural

Welcoming.

hand holding

I want to hold your hand
fingers laced
or sometimes
palms cupping one another
hands connecting in the ways that
lovers' bodies do.

love letter

i am
writing you this letter in the hopes that you
recognize my handwriting from the notes i passed you when we were in middle school
three eternities ago
pubescent passion evident in pen's haste
entreating you to choose 'yes' or 'no'
impatiently waiting for the note to return with
a small check mark signifying mutual emotion

do you remember when

two eons ago, i
left slips of paper on the pillows of our marriage bed
miniature written accounts of how you had appeared to me in my dreams
little pieces of poetry, just for you


and last lifetime
around this time of year
we sat underneath our favorite tree that
we had branded with our initials ages before
i asked you to marry me by
pressing a handwritten proposal against your palms
mouth too shy to say the words and
fingers too honest to hide the truth

i think my hands loved you first
professing their adoration in every dotted 'i', every curved 'u'
our history documented in hieroglyphic print
read these words and know that they were written in love
see us in each and every letter
as we were, as we are
and as we will be.

loveocalypse

when this world ends, I
want to be with you so we can
walk hand in hand into the next eternity
i've waited so long for you and
now that we've found one another
i don't want to spend another eon searching

next lifetime around
i want to live every single moment
breathing
feeling
adoring
loving

You.

but, while we're here
we may as well smooth out the kinks
in preparation for the next time that
we get to love one another

Practice makes perfect.

9.19.12

.my heart is used against me.

.it is loaded then.

.ripped out of my chest.

.pointed at me.

.heartstringtrigger pulled.

.declarations of love shot at me with.

.barrel as a conduit.

.hollow tipped insecurities.

.angrily aimed at me.

.each one.

.ripping through my flesh.

.round after round.

.emptied into my ribcage.

.my body riddled with.

.metallic reminders of my empathy.

In My Heart

Did it hurt?

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven and
Landed in my heart
With a soft yet resounding
Thud.
Making my heart rate speed up and my
Blood vessels contract to accommodate you
I inhale
Making sure to take in more than enough air
So that the oxygen travels through my bloodstream and
Sustains you as well as me

My pulse is a constant reminder of your presence

You experience me from the inside out
Feeling my emotions as they course through my veins
My cheeks flush, colored by your existence
And when I am excited
It is you who rushes between my thighs
Making me warm with arousal
Eyes low from being high off of you

I place my hand over my heart and
Feel you in the beat
I promise to take good care of me because
I don't want to hurt myself and
Risk losing one drop of you.

untitled

You are the rose that managed to grow
Beautifully
From soil riddled with adversity

Feel the raindrops fall on your petals
Feel the wind scatter your pollen
Your essence is in the breeze

Gorgeous flower
Armored in thorns
You cannot be touched without leaving your mark 

Prick them if they attempt to uproot you
Make them bleed for you

You cannot be plucked.

Brown Ale

Brown ale
My habit forming with each sip
You taste like addiction and
I do not wish to recover
I drink brazenly
Unashamed of this daze
That I've been in for days
You are refreshing
Neither too stout nor too pale
My delicious amber ale
I savor you
Pour you in a glass so I can see you, transparent
Drink you from the bottle so I can taste you, natural
Have you on draft so I can enjoy you straight from the source
I consume you
Allow you to rest on my palate before swallowing
Your warmth spreads through me then settles in my belly
The concept of thirst becomes foreign to me
I feel like you taste
Perfect
You must be the
Energy drink of champions and the
Nectar of gods
I can't help but drink another round
Divinely intoxicated

out of the box

take off the labels like taking off clothes
strip away the boxes and a woman is what's left exposed
and because I am blessed with versatility
my mission is to please all facets of your sexuality
my goal is to make sure that you always remember me
i want to be committed to your body.mind.soul's memory
on my back, on your side, on your face, on my knees
no matter the position i will ensure that you are pleased
i can be aggressive, have you give in to my demands
i can be submissive, your every wish is my command
i can be flexible, responding to your diverse needs
i can be whatever it takes to fulfill your fantasies
no box or category can define my passion for you
branding you with love is the only labeling i wish to do
shower you in adoration with my actions and
my words
treat my woman like a woman because that's what you deserve.

having an artist as a muse

i am
inspired faster than I can create like
second orgasm approach before first arrives and you just
keep
coming
for
me

i am exhausted.

but the stimulation continues and I am powerless to stop it
when I think I can't possibly get any higher

you write.

words that touch me from the inside out
filling me
feeling me

here I come again.

fingertips wet with your words and
poetry warm between my thighs
i am intimately explored in each letter you pen and
reading your work feels masturbatory because

surely, only I can know me so deeply…

but there you are.

articulating my thoughts as they form
uncovering my secrets by exposing yours and
disproving my assumed solitude

apparently this body.heart.mind.soul is not mine alone.

Love quote

"Loving you is easy. Telling you is difficult. Showing you is all that counts." - Jhavia Nicole & Regina Brown

Consummate

Lips, warm from love clinging to them, press against even warmer flesh
Breath combines
Fingers touch palms touch elbows
Arms wrap around torsos and
grip sides
Teeth and tongues merge
Mouths kiss soles of feet and
backs of knees
Eyes look
Search
Want
Minds
Stimulate
Legs intertwine
Thighs tremble
Chests connect and
Share heartbeat
Backs arch
Nails graze skin
Hands caress and explore
Bodies pulsate in praise
Souls reacquaint while
Bodies achieve osmosis
Plural becomes singular
One collides into itself and
Fear shatters into
a thousand beautiful pieces
No in between exists
Beginning and end are same
This is eros and agape
Personified.

If you love someone...

I agree with this statement. However, I think that it's often easier said than done. We live in a society where the words "I love you" have so little yet so much value. There's this unwritten yet widely accepted social rule that "I love you" is reserved for family and romantic interests. To some people, it is even taboo to say those words to a friend. It's like "I love you" is a gift that only the people in the VIP section can get, and you have to have a special membership card to even be allowed in that section. On the flip side, when it comes to romantic relationships, the words "I love you" are LOADED. Sometimes, they are perfunctory, tossed around without much thought. Or, they are withheld (or expressed) as a means of emotional manipulation. And sometimes, they are spoken out of obligation, without the actual feelings to back them up.

I think that if you love someone, you should tell them. Just be sure that you mean what you say...be genuine and authentic. Try not to tell them from a place of obligation or manipulation. Express love without expectation. I love you...not because I expect something from you, but because I just do. I love because I am; I exist, therefore I love. To me, that's what all encompassing love, agape, is all about.

Affinity

I am in the middle of loving you
from the beginning
I have been searching for you
I love you before I see you
And now
There you are manifested
Physical
Tangible
Beautiful
I feel you loving me
Through me
My passion for you strong
Like heartbeat
You coursing through my veins
Like blood
Like life
I dream of you
Create you from mental rib
my Eve
First
Last
Only
I feel you in chest, in mind
Familiar stranger
I know you
Feel you
Am you
Remember us?

Remember us
Our initial existence
Archaic
Our first steps taken
Infantile
Our spirits connected
Infinite
The breath you take before each sound you generate
I love you in that &
I feel you
Loving me in your lungs
We have always been one
Housed in two vessels
You overflow
I am that
I runneth over
That you are
Feel us loving we
Inevitable
Uncontrollable
Undeniable
Real.