Dreamin'

(delicious...)

I closed my eyes...

And then his warm hands were felt around my face
He kissed me passionately...

And that made me want to be kept by him.

In this non-existing place-
Where there is no time
I wanted to keep that feelin'
But I never knew we were dreamin...

How did he know where I was?
How'd he know where I lived in my slumber?
I don't know, but I hope he comes… every time…
…Every time I close my eyes

His lips are soft.

His kisses are as light as the flittering butterflies in my belly
My flowers are budding; my lips are swelling
My core contracts
As the rest of my body reacts
At the thought of him filling my void from the back…
Givin’ that ass a smack...

But he still makes passionate love to my body
While he fondles and fucks my mind
He's readin between my lines
His semen is ink for my pen
I got the juice but he's the gin
His wrath and gentleness is a Holy awakenin'
May my every cell say 'Amen'
Like a kid on the carousel:
Daddy, do it again... (please)…

He makes my water fall
From my coochie ceiling
Down my sugar walls
He takes a taste
He say there's none to waste...
Then he returns to place his beautiful kisses upon my face
Moves knees outta the way
So he can put our puzzle pieces in place

My cheeks twitch and vibrate at the quake of the way we Love Make
Till I clench and he wince till his legs shake...
I love him till he’s weak...
Till he whispers to me: “Open your eyes…”

His presence has caused my wetness
To travel to the inside of these thighs
Now I want to deny
That I am drowning...
In myself....

For I have awakened
Only to find that I’d been dreamin'....

Queen Poetess B Copright ©2010. All Rights Reserved.

Vivid Visions

Yesterday I did not post-- but does not mean that I did not write! I have been mulling this one over for a little while; a combination of pleasure and pain. Just an FYI on the photo... it is entitled: Reflections of a Queen

She entered the grocery store
With her little boy on her right hip
As she stared into his eyes
Her husband's eyes shone back perfect

He sat in the front of the cart
As his Mommy strolled the aisles
And his little tiny hands outstretched
Toward all the most colorful of items

He beat on the puffy bags of granola
His amusement and pleasure evident in his smile
"Mommy!", he laughed
While swinging his feet happily and wild

She smiled at her son
And lightly kissed his cheek
Gathered fresh grapes
For this time of the year, they were sweet

Realizing the need for more applesauce
She continued her grocery shop
Several containers were needed
For her son liked them alot

Constantly complimented
On the beauty of her little one
For a blend of this woman and man
What a comb-i-na-tion

This miracle created in the eyes of the Father
With a husband who loved her so
Now done at the register with payment
To their vehicle they would go

He sits quietly and content
Talking to his favorite Bear Ben
After loading up the car
She carefully fastens him in

She pulled onto the street
Thinking of her home and her husband waiting there
Ever wanting his love and presence
And family time to share

But, to her surprise, she was unable to reach the
end of the block
Her car rolled to a hard stop as her ears registered the familiar
ring of gun shots

Ahead she saw a man run
His faced blurred because it happened too fast
The silhouette of a young female steps off into the street
and out of the grass

Though the young Mother knew danger to be nearby
She couldn't help but run to this woman's aid
Within a second, she was by her side
She stared in horror at the gaping wound in her stomach the bullets made

She covered her mouth in shock
Staring at the horror with wide eyes
She knew from that day forward
There would be nothing that would be able to remove
her dying cries

A pool on the pavement ran red
No longer was a it black
What the young Mother wouldn't give
To rewind time a few moments back

It was at this time she too began to feel warmth and pain all over--frantically thinking, "But I'm not the one!"
So she ran the few feet back to her car
To check on her smiling son

As his laughter filled her ears
Her eyes darted to the woman on the ground
Then she bolted up in a deep sweat
She was at home in her bed once reality had been found

The warmth and the pain, still however remained
In the bathroom the light would reveal
That the puddle of blood had not been fabricated
Its remnants on her gown were cold and real

Her son, not yet born-- very little time to go
His life was now lost, never his face did he show
She cried out in agony for the smiling son she had just kissed
He had come, and he had gone
Already, he was missed...

BLF 4/17/2009 ©