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/