Thursday, December 20, 2007

Sweet sunset...part 2

*This is the next portion of the first poem/short story DUSKY EVENING*

..I took her breath away..
I looked deep within her eyes..
I penetrated..
...eyes rolling in disbelief...
I quenched the once "insatiable"...
The screams, the pain...
Of pleasures received and copious amounts of...
Tears rolling down..
Her cheeks, hot like being slapped from behind..
It came out of nowhere-the word filled space but were indescribable...
A low moan escaped the pit of her being...
Sounds,inaudibly clear, rushed from her..
Tidal waves of emotions consumed us...
Was it out of love? Lust? Was it...
Good to the last drop and she was like air-thick...
Hot and heavy...almost uncontrolable..emotions wrapped around us...
...my body thrusting...
She's screaming...
Her arms reaching...
He's yelling...
And we climax...........................................
Divorce

To be continued.....................

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Scattered Showers

My life is plain...
compared to the rain...
against my window pane...
my mind wanders, drifts and wonders about her love that covers..
that summer drizzle that feels like thousands of hot kisses...
i raise my face to the light-grey skies...
and look-longingly-like into those deep brown eyes...
goosebumps given from feeling her wet lips...
hips curve into warm thighs and nice legs, made from heavenly hands...
while others wanna block with umbrella's..
she cools my hot, dark skin and my face welcomes her wetness...
and my plan is to enjoy while I'm here..
and wait for a thunderous climax, that only me and she can hear...
and some could only imagine...
but were intimate only in my mind...
where she whispers sweet nothings until the forecast predicts even a slight chance for rain...
so i listen for her taps against my windowpane...
and patiently wait for the chance to reunite again.....

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

dusky evening...pt1

This is the beginning of a short story/poetry I have been writing for a while. Nothing too complex, but follow along. I have not decided yet where it will go, but I can promise it will get interesting and no-it's not going to be your typical love/soft poem-THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF A SERIES! Please bare with me....Look and listen....

Thoughts of past intimacies flashed in her eyes...body wracked with chills of pleasure down her back...the look of his eyes in the look of her eyes...

He knew the scenario very well-something simply sexy...strapless, sexy little shirt, maybe topless..Boy-shorts (Black-I love black)...How her soft amber-cinnamon bodice blended with the darkness of the softly-lit room...How ironic; their sexual tango starts when she enters the room, but ours would have to wait...

"WAIT-strapless bra and boy-shorts (Black...yeah...he loves black) should drive him wild, definitely an excellent choice. Can't waste anymore time..." She walked up the driveway with an air of calm...The anticipation of his touch excited her too much-almost to climax-"I want to enjoy this...I hope He's..."

"...not thinking I'm up waiting on her-I'm cool..." He couldn't ignore his bulging member up waiting on her..Quick breaths, muscles getting too tight, back kinda tense...the rush of the water in the basin soothes his face well before it touches the skin-drip, drip-knock..."How long has she been..."

...knocking at the door...A smooth evening breeze violates her body-licking the sweat off her damp neck, kissing her yearning ear and fondling the breast-leaving he nipples erect, but the soft jersey T-shirt keeps them intact. The steel of the door tumbler slides back coldly granting Her access to the inviting aroma of the parlor..The steady throb of Her steps on the hardwood floor felt good. It made her thick thighs and nice ass shake gently-nicely. She was pleased with her decision to wear pumps-just a little something to spice it up-her beautiful, full lips moist...

Eyes lock, we fall into each others arms-the warmly cool mixture of our skin gives us goosebumps...

Her breath in my ear as I hold Her excites me...

We touch like it has been lifetimes since our last touch-familiarity is immediate though...months, weeks, days fade away...

His touch drives me wild; even when away...It's almost like he knows me on another level...

Brown skin and intense brown eyes penetrate we deeply...we blend and touch in every way because our mind paints the picture our body wants to convey...we obey each other's wish-top or bottom, either or, but neither is subdued...our sound is smooth like midnight blue but our movement is a hotter hue....

Friday, August 24, 2007

Life isn't about the things

Life isn't about the things you know, but the realization that ur a small part of the huge unknown...think about it...

Sunday, August 12, 2007

I just wanted 2 see

I just wanted 2 see how this mobile blogger works!! Very interesting 2 say the least..lol
'NUFF SAID!!!

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Just something I decided to add..

My African American Culture class often has interesting information (i know, OF COURSE IT DOES!), but our current discussion topics in class have be really interesting. Things like Abolitionist papers and black revolutionaries are sort of inspirational, but I sometimes wonder how far from those times are we really...Well, the topic was (roughly) "If Nat Turner came to you about a slave rebellion, would you join?" This is what I wrote:

If Nat Turner came to me about the slave rebellion, he wouldn't have to ask me to join; I would be there asking others. People who start rebellions have a moment of clarity, I believe. Do i continue to suffer with no results or do I suffer to make change? It's not just a matter of numbers because it's going to start with or without a following. I would mobilize others in trying to join, but i understand everyone wouldn't move with the same sense of urgency. The thought of going along to get along makes my blood run fiercely through my veins and makes my steps steady as I run home to my family. If they don't understand my words, they will know with my actions. As i look in my wife's eyes, i would let her know that this battle isn't in vain, and whether I come back or not--I will be free.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

hmmm...tsk,tsk,tsk....FUTURE OF FAMU??

With all of the things that you can associate with FAMU, my illustrious Alma mater, one thing is for sure--there is never a dull moment. I admit, it has been a while since I've let my mind dribble over these keys and leave a deposit here, but I currently find my self in some sort of...funk, you might say, over the life on the hill.

I, a newbie by most standards, haven't had the pleasure of building long-standing relationships with cohorts past and present within this University. Only being a few years old, I am an example of Darwinism--whether it be good or bad, that's to be determined. I tear myself from the loving teat of my sleep, engulfed by the warmth of these soothing sheets and sturdy vertical blinds keeping the day at bey; to climb the treacherous hill, filled with stray papers, deceitful teachers and the black hole grudgingly called student financial aid. It is very true that the quick in wit, socially astute, and mentally strong survive these pitfalls, but my heart does go out to those who fall by the way side...

You would be very wrong to believe that one could possibly venture throughout their collegiate career and not get sucked into some sort of extracurricular activity--S.G.A., P.A., P.R.S.S.A., A.K.A., A. Phi A., A.K. Psi., or any other organization with a nice acronym. Now don't get me wrong, these organizations teach one the tools they need to better in their society, workplace, and/or school (or at least they should be), I enjoy the talk of different organizations and what they contribute to my school.

It's the magnitude of talk and concern over the small stuff I can't understand.

Recently I had a chance to visit a blog hosted by my fellow peers and because of this I decided to check it out; I was really in for a surprise. In the beginning, my eyes were welcomed by vivid pictures of fellow Rattlers enjoying the many sports we have to offer as well as candid shots of our student athletes, from the MEAC champs to the disappointed stare of others leaving the battlegrounds. But this wasn't it. Seeing a thread of interest, I decided to click on the thread and there was nothing but line after line of gossip. Anything from disgruntled people interested in Greek Organizations and their allies to allegations of bad campaigning habits could be found here. The use of language was closer to a vulgar teenager--not a degree-seeking student.

I know, I know "You don't know these people/the circumstance/what had happened.." I wouldn't dare try to snatch the thunder of why you feel the way you do. I would be trying to take away the very thing that makes us unique, which are our passion for different things within our lives. My beef is with the lack of campus consciousness displayed by the lines of nothingness shown on the blogspot.

Now I'm not saying you should riot or turn 'Black Panther' overnight, but just realize there are larger things happening that could directly/indirectly affect you and the rest of your tenure here at FAMU. Excellent teachers who haven't gotten paid--that STILL TEACH (dedication), student workers, some that have showed up to the school with EVICTION NOTICES, pleading for some sort of help, and still work their various positions within the school, the steady decline of enrollment, FINANCIAL AID ('Nuff said)--these are causes of uproar and outrage because no one has any answers.

I enjoy the wildness and energy of each the Greek Letter Organizations. I've never seen so many people on fire (or so it seems) about changing their school for the better by being elected for one of the many student elected positions. The friends, the parties, the teachers, the relationships--all these things add spice to being a college student. But where will all these things take you if there is no college to go to? If all the esteemed colleges and schools lose their accreditation? If you have MAGNA CUM...whatever in Party-ology and Mix-ology, but no B.A. or B.S. degree?

I know this is going to fall on deaf ears--due to people slowly destroying themselves. I believe that I'm justified in my...funk...about my school because I don't want just anything handed to me. But, rather, make the school WORK FOR ME...Survival of the fittest doesn't not only means body, but mind and soul as well and to do this you must stay abreast of what is REALLY going on with your school...like Larry Fishburne said it's time to WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!





P.S. Go to this link===> http://famusetfriday.blogspot.com/ if you want to see what's on the minds of some Rattlers