The Aphrodisiac of Power / Volume II

She was looking for a thug and she found one/

Amazed at how quickly her toes pointed to the ceiling above his bed/

Or should I say HER bed since she paid for it and he never gave her the money back like he said he would/

She was on his layaway plan/ laying a way he liked/ laying a way that pleased him and him only him/

Laying a way her life to a man who was so unworthy he almost didn't get this verse/

The type of cat to lay naked wearing socks and jewelry/ believes in Tom foolery/ and is nothing new to you and me/

Mediocre is his spirit/ the frame of a warrior but the passion of too much NyQuil and Benadryl/

Only good at sleeping… with her… although his eyes are always open/

Looking at everything on her body that bounces when her head is buried in the pillows and her ass is raised/

Her hair is getting pulled from the roots forcing her back to arch/

Her honey dripping down the back of her legs/ ripe and ready target waiting to be hit and never waits long/

Constantly pounded by injections of narcissism/ her self-esteem split like a melon on a hot summer’s day/

Her innocence tastes like sun kissed sugars to his negative palate/

She was looking for a thug and she found him/

Her body aches blinded by her ideals of masculinity/

Man is more than his physical abilities/

With every nut that drips out of her canal she slowly realizes that fact/

No conversation/

No emotions/

No connections/

Just erections/ stuffed inside places she’d never been fucked before/

Raw/ for many hours and a few encores/

Until of course when she asked for more/

and he hit the door/

GB

The Aphrodisiac of Power/ Volume 1 #REMIX

The Aphrodisiac of Power/ Volume 1

Power… When a woman tastes its sweetness, she soon becomes addicted to the many flavors and selfless favors of a sexual slave/

His balls securely in her purse, he is a man in flesh only/

Marionette is his true self and she is his Puppeteer/

Her pedicured fingernails are laced with strings connected to his spine, his limbs and the worst of him/

When she’s not showing off his balls to her girlfriends, she plays with his emotions through his ego using her body/

His submission and her dominance combine for 1 style of her art of seduction/

If this is too cryptic, hectic and poetic, allow me to say this plainly/

He loves her and she doesn't love him/

I would say she doesn’t give a fuck but she only has a single fuck to give/

In dominance she fucks his face till he can barely breathe/

His tongue ferocious and eager to please master, he expresses his love through tracing the eternity sign on her flower/

His erection is ignored completely while her selfish nectar flows down his lips, chin, neck and collar bones/

Do not show remorse for this man, for he enjoys her pleasure more than his own/

With thick thighs pressing tight around his jugular veins/ he must be feeling euphoric with a lack of oxygen to his brain/

His eyes rolling into the back of his head just as hers do/

No penetration in this situation/ Him releasing spasm after spasm into sheets at the level of her calf muscle/

Her releasing and squirting the back of his tonsils with her syrup and nectar/ his whiskers now soft from her shampoo and conditioner/

Her heels pressing the back of his neck until every drop of her essence is in his stomach/

Finally releasing his face/ now he’s breathing as heavy as an asthmatic who just climbed a flight of stairs/

His jaw dripping like a helpless puppy standing at the front door, happy that his master let him in from the rain/

Content in his defeat in his attempt to make her love him as he does her/

Believing foolishly he is one step closer to her heart when he could not be further away.

GB

Just My Thoughts: the nasty

Just My Thoughts: the nasty: As I think of the nasty there is to cum/ I think of the verses that have cum before/ Like flashes of wetness between skin on skin ...

the nasty

As I think of the nasty there is to cum/

I think of the verses that have cum before/

Like flashes of wetness between skin on skin when pelvis meets pelvis/

How I learned through a variety of lovers that no woman is the same/

Flavors of ice cream dripping down my tongue in liquid form/

Be for warned for this verse is not a poet braggadocio/

This is filaciou and being so deep inside your woman your family jewels lay resting on her chocolate starfish/

This is about chocolate layers on sugar walls, whip cream and cherries/

This is about fingernails breaking the skin above spines/ bottom lip bites and sweet pain moans/

This is about wobbly legs and trembling inner thighs/

Kidneys moving to the side/ wet from sweat milk and honey/

Open mouths that glide over nipples and navels, ankles, toes, elbows, the cracks of apple bottoms and Apple Jacks/

This is about a powerful day of getting fucked like you stole something/

A day where I was gentle as you needed me to be/

This is about dominance, submission, lust and trust/

You cumming down my throat as I exhale hot breath through my nostrils onto your secret garden/

This is about neck squeezes and ass slaps/ deep penetration and breaking backs/ bent limbs, euphoria and ceiling fans evaporating wetness from sheets/

Fingers so dangerously close to ground zero it makes her take the slightest of pauses/

Bouncing breast reflected by moonlight shining through drops of rain and storm/

The word baby repeated by lips tired of sucking and bodies exhausted from fucking/

This is about rib cages expanding and contracting housing hearts that beat like Latin rhythms/

This is about connection and intimacy, transparency and expression, wet instructors and hard lessons, lust and one of its many lyrical manifestos/

GB

Just My Thoughts: There's No Money In #Poetry (Why Is That?) #Video

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"Universal Counterpart" A Guest Blog by Poet Byron Walter. #Poetry

I just want to be the one who helped you discover love again.

The one who manifested into your lover from your friend.

With you,

I just wanna lay naked in silence.

And at this beautiful moment, you can see where our soul's vibe thrives at.

To giving you forehead kisses with well wishes.

Promising to be your soul's protector with good intentions.

I swear I can see the universe when you open your eyelids.

Breathe life into me when I taste your lips.

Lost in this moment as time sits, for this euphoric feeling, is timeless.

When you're gone, I can't even begin to tell you were my mind is,

Know your presence is missed and I get lost in my thoughts as time moves slower.

And they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

Just the thought of your image leaves me reminiscing.

Without you, I'm feeling like Otis.

Because these arms of mine, are lonely.

Missing the feeling of hearing that sound you make, gasping before exhaling all of your pain, fears, and worries away.

As I pull you closer to hold you.

And if ever tears should fall, because we've been displaced for too long.

Remember, the universe will bring us back around, just as long as that bond remains infused between our hearts.

But until that moment is presented, I'll be longing for my soul's connection, to its universal counterpart.....

Byron Walter.

Just My Thoughts: An Architect & an Opportunity. #Poetry

Just My Thoughts: An Architect & an Opportunity. #Poetry: Somewhere between the blueprint and building the house/ Somewhere between the meal going in the pot and the tasty food in your...

An Architect & An Opportunity #REMIX

Somewhere between the blueprint & building the house/

Somewhere between the meal in the pot & the tasty food in your mouth/

Is an opportunity/

To create the excellence you saw as a child/

And bathe in the sunshine of a lifelong dream/  

Ironically fully awakened to divinity making sense of infinity/ 

Realizing that inner space is just as vast as outer/

Listening to my highest thoughts/ god's whispers become louder/

Embracing the light inside like a dragon's jaws during the fire/

Urgency from the gate & not when things go down to the wire/  

You see somewhere between the blueprint & building the house/

Somewhere between the meal in the pot & the tasty food in your mouth/

Is an opportunity/

An opportunity to make your next move your best move/

An opportunity to be brave when you see greatness in the mirror/

To draw a square/ on the one part of Earth that is sincere/ stand inside of it and refuse to be pushed anywhere/

An opportunity to blow/ 
An opportunity to grow/
An opportunity to die slow
or
An opportunity to let go/