Good Morning, Good Night.

I wrote this imagining what I want my life too be like once I'm married.. Your welcome..
While we're yawning, I always whisper in your ear in the morning, kissing you on your cheek and reminding you of the passionate night we shared prior, as if I didn't wake up inside you; how could you forget? Breakfast in bed for my lady, my sweet baby, how I treasure you like when I polish you with oil before our night begins, passionately entering you as you stare into my eyes seeing how much passion I have for you, you know; before your eyes roll back and I caress your back so softly, giving you a pillow too bite on making you feel comfy.. See in the night I'm ramming you, but in the morning I'm making you breakfast in bed and telling you sweet everything's in your ear cramming you, with my love.. Sweet love, almost like a caramel scent, after I've watched you towel your body down you glaze your body with caramel spice lotion, and I don't complain I just cement my tongue on your every inch; 'tonguing' you just to get too the core of your love. How many licks does it take to get to the core of your love baby? Yeah, was that corny? Well I'm Horny and I'ma tell you straight up I wanna make love till the sun lay up in the morning, and lay in our same passion all day until the sun sets, and our bodies wet, fuck changing the covers we ain't wanna go no where, and if we hungry we can feed off each other baby it's whatever.. Pulling your hair to arch your back, just so I can hit the same spot that you moan the most for over & over again.. Imagine me licking your spot, and disobeying you when you tell me to stop, what a sexy sin.. and you'll be screaming for me and I'd make you finger yourself so you have nothing to pull at.. does it matter what time? Does it matter if we moaning or yawning? as long as I can sleep with you and wake up too you it'll all be worth it..

Love Life

I used to have a heart, till the first girl I loved cheated the game. She was gonna be my high-school sweetheart, turned sweet tart cause everything she did wrong was right in front of my face and it was like I lived with a blindfold cause I was blind to the fact that she had one upped me.. see you girls like to act like your angels and us men are the devils that continuously beat Tokyo down but I know for a fact that ain't true.. no matter how cute you might think I am, I still can't change the fact that I've been cheated on three times from three women I said I love you too.. the same three women that cried over me and called me perfect.. the same three women that can't keep relationships to this day due to karma biting them.. Ever since I've been living with my feeling deep inside, bringing them out in these love poems I write.. you know I hate when hoes say that hate sensitive men & when people bash Drake or The Weeknd, I'm neither sensitive nor do I hide from my feelings I just bring them out when I feel 'em.. The most disgruntled females tend to flock too me, then leave when they notice I'm not who I seem to be, but why care I've given my all to a female I thought I was gonna marry and she spit on my gestures, and I still hold on to some of that hurt till this day.. till this day I haven't given another all of me cause I'm scared they'll just throw my heart away.. what more can i say?

" You can read people. & Unless you settle yourself, you're just doing you. You know female games & sometimes to pleasure yourself , you go along with it. But then again, they may become a little more involved than you, & start to think you don't care because of your type of personality , but They still come back. Meaning that sometimes they set themselves up for getting their feelings hurt if they can't handle that , making them a masochist . But they like "the thrill" . You're mysterious , you're different . Nothing's gonna make them feel THAT real , so even if you aren't feeling it , You can give off strong vibes." - Aries..

idk, bouncing concepts .

I bet if I promise to love you forever, we'd walk the gates of heaven together, souls touching never worrying about whatever, angels playing our favorite songs, so I kept my face in Psalms & stopped chasing other arms, I know the lies I used to tell you compel you, just don't let em shell you, you love the attention when your lit up and burn out when I'm reluctant to give that shit up, tell the world your mine and shit just for others to wanna take your shine and shit? I don't think so, but it makes you feel special, and that's what I'm here for, love shouldn't be so mental, I feel stupid when I write you these love poems, and feel intelligent when I'm making love to you, no one can tell me you don't love me just by your facial expressions, moan out "I love you" after we done sexing, your my crazy love and you know it, you try hard not to show it but your jealousy does grow'eth, you make me wanna serenade..what a day that'll be..

So intimate..

How intimate can I get it? I bet you set up shop with your girls speaking on what your men respectively have instore, and all of their stories are a bore, compared to yours.. See I love to choke and make sure moans aren't even spoke.. Not to make any marks around your neck, but just so you'd respect, that I like control. The beast I turn into, once I'm in you, would make you think there's a full moon, but it's so eclipsing, how I'm hitting, your frame.. Papi and Daddy is all I hear from you.. Telling me to go harder even when my hardware is at it's hardest.. Your craving for me and I've trained and controlled this between us for years slaving for you, slamming my body into yours like we're wrestling but this ain't no fake shit, the blood sweat and tears are products of your nails clawing me and my tongue all through you and my penis piercing your body making you cry through.. imagine this done to you, imagine were on a slip and slide going till I reach the end just to dry off and go again, that's how I go off in you.. No candle lit dinner, no R. Kelly needed, I feed off your body and we can go twelve rounds playing with each others bodies until we drown into the sticky wax that spills from us both.. I live to wet you in-between your butt cheeks, while I'm layed on you with you under me and me on top of you, you gasping for air and grabbing for the legs of the chair I'll pull your hair forcing you to embrace this passion.. Back to my controlling ways.. See, I don't fuck or fight fair, I'll pull hair, press my tongue against you anywhere, as long as there ain't no breath in you after all the moaning and screaming you do and your motionless I'll know what I did was fair and full of emotions miss.. Ain't it crazy how car crashes and thunder can't upstage our accidents on purpose, purposely our bodies clash causing hurricanes and flash floods from the fluids we secrete.. Some call it nut or skeet but it's much more than that see we observe each others back as I cradle you and you scratch mine, then I get behind and wrap my arms under yours pressing your back against my, chest, I guess, we should nut now.. Huh? So intimate..

Pops..

I never had you, that's blunt as possible, I hope the blunt smoke makes you choke and realize the sad truth. Nevertheless I press on like buttons, in this world I've lived without a positive male figure but no need for crutches; so fuck it. A life full of let Downs from ya, visions of your hands on my momma, karma is a bitch though, real shit yo, I'd spit in the plate you serve me and throw fists though.. that's just my anger talking, black men can get angry too, two times in my life I recall you saying love me only two? What a fool.. foolish is how I feel over you, one day I could careless if you passed away, next day I wish you was here to show me another way, my mom is all I got and if you was at least in my life I'd have two opinions on life, at least. But shit I turned out fine pop, I graduated and never sold a drug in my life I'm everything your not pop, as children me and my sister you couldn't support, but my children I couldn't look at them and not overly support my wife won't ever have to take me too court, I'm not the only child you have birthed and walked out on so why should I be surprised, seems like some of us 90's babies our cursed with "dads" but we gotta live our lives, never depend on that nigga just pull your trigger and shoot yourself into a better tides.
Sailing waters something like sailing souls in my eyes, you see me as a mistake I bet and your right, I wouldn't want I wouldn't want to not be able to see my son make it better than me just cause I'm not in his life...

Happy father's day to those that are really in their children's lives. Taking their son to barbershops and their daughters to ballet rehearsal. 

I write poems for H.E.R.

Even though there are plenty dimes laying around only quarter I need is you. No matter what I'll always be there for you through whatever, any weather that's due just know I'm coming for you. I'm staying for you, though far apart I feel you clinching my heart. Clinching my mind in such a bind it's hard to be apart from you, yet never would I want too. Whatever he didn't do I promise that I will do. I admire your voice like morning admires the dew. Just hoping these lines will get through, that pretty face too that thick skull cause how true can my words be? True indeed if my lips ever move for you. As loves glasses Fogle in the dew just know I'll always see you..

High For This

You'd wanna be high so you can take it all, I wanna fuck you while your high, I wanna fuck you while you can't even feel shit and still try to make you cry.. And you told me you don't even smoke like that but your moaning and puffing from this blunt while stroking you, rushing for more coke cause of the experience plus you said you love how it feels while I'm choking you.. and you said you don't even roll papers but just worry about rolling on top of me, telling me things like, "I'm a ride until you let off in me" .....that's the drugs talking but baby don't mind the substances in your body, we'll fuck all week if we must and never tell nobody .. Take this glass from me, take a puff outta my smoke, crawl on that glass table shake that ass for me.. let's have a good time, you wanna be high right? You don't know what's instore for you once I enter inside of you being numb I'm gonna need more of you, even when I've hit the end.. Don't be scared, I'm right here... I'll Undress you your so special too me when were undressed and under the influence of drugs and I'm into you.. oxycontin got our bodies 69'in what a oxymoron, how much you coming girl it's pouring.. Oh.... I can see the pain in your eyes, but our bodies so numb, that's why I made sure we stayed high, I'm so in love with the ride, I'm so in love with your insides.... 

Wicked Games

I got my heart right here beating, I got my scars right here bleeding, I got you body here ready to be devoured, and I'm scared and ashamed but, fuck it right? I don't love her no more so I should just fuck you, right? Right... Just tell me you love me, play those game's that your so used to playing since I've never seemed like I regretted handing you the controller before. Tease me; making me want you more, for sure: you know a onslaught of sexual tension is in your rearview mirror as you stare back at me while were doing what were doing yet, no more. As I get drunk in my passions and rise to new heights while I'm loving you I try and give you my all but see some of me is stuck with her but your assurance is something I'd endure just to cure this curse she placed on me, complacency is what I'm destined to feel with you, I'm a just use you to I feel nothing then fuck you over and make you feel nothing, and that's my motherfucking word to, no matter how much you love the sex I never let it be known that I don't love you, these wicked games we play are so dangerous, scandalous how we press our bodies together searching for much and gaining nothing; thenstressing is tedious... so as I smoke this dope and watch you shake your ass in front of me I get this sour taste in my mouth and realize what's become of me. But you make up for it all as you put your mouth on me and make me forget the wicked games I play while your in my company, comfortably I fit in you and while your quivering you read my eyes and say, "I love you too" when in actuality I'm dreaming of the girl I once said "I love you" too..

"What You Need"

I wanna feel your insides and make you feel like he's less of a man than me, fight through the pain since you said you needed it and I'm thinking your right for me. Didn't I hold you close? Didn't I do the things he never done that always leaves you lusting for the most? Giving my all of me leaving you breathless your face is so precious in your orgasmic expressions, oh lord.. how bad I want you? Worst than a fiend in the night baby.. I'm here to treat you better than he treats you every night baby. I'm that necessity for you, necessarily; while I day dream of fucking you then I open my inbox to "I wish you was inside me spearing me"... Shit, baby, he don't have to know, what he's not aware of will never hurt him so cover up those hickies, make sure they never show. Didn't I hold you close? Didn't we fuck the most? Don't you dare tell me, "no." My heart can't take that, no..... He's still wanted within you somewhere, I can feel it in the way you stare while I pull your hair..  no fair, but he can stay I just love knowing your coming back for more whenever I say.. you need me you need me you need me, don't you? I got everything you want okay? I don't care whatever position cause out of all the licking and dipping sucking and flipping we've done shit'll never feel different.. and he'll never leave you motionless on the outside while quivering on the inside like I left you, why moan when you can scream? Why dream when fantasies lived out make you cream? Your with him but you never want him after me, and I don't give a damn shawty, just wear them boots next time you come shawty..

Explanation: we've all heard "What You Need" by The Weeknd, the song in my opinion is somewhat of a sexual love letter sent to a private P.O. box of a mistress so that her man/husband or whatever doesn't find out..