tattoo mahoganee

(((brevette & haiku)))

nektar
spills
juices
.
precipitation
physical’mixture
mahoganee’skin
.
frost’white’nails
deeply’embedded
‘satiable’scratches
.
mahoganee’skin
pleasurable’stings
erotik’scene

3 3/4 in heel grapevined
(in sheets) vertically proportioned
sensuous brand

..beautifulnuss..

tangents, unmeasured
as the points are segmented
equidistant
.
perimeter is scented w/
fragrances of w/ her lady joop
island breeze candles
illuminate
.
sojourn down the hallway
some old school johnny gill & the lyrics
“put on your red dress, and slip on
your high heels”
.
circumference of the table
vanilla meukow & two hennessey glasses
w/ lipstick traces
.
adjascent, almost triangular
lies her indigo & fucsha blouse. near the stairwell
lies her apple bottom jeans, ones that
accentuates her ass
.
aquamarine panties w/ matching bra
laced w/ her lady joop perfume
lies spiraling upward lined next to a pair
of aquamarine & fuscha heels
.
as the strong scent of
island breeze incense peeks out the bedroom door
& sensuously teases
the senses
.
pushing the door
3/4
.
rectangular plane
explicit nature of she lies, caramel delight
in s-curve motion
.
her body’s calling

aquamarine II w/ mz. sick prose

mountainous altitudes
precipitates formulate, descending down on
caramel rainforests, plush & fertile
.
dissolution of mahoganee coated
parachute raindrops, carving tributaries
on her succulent, moist terrain
.
reminiscent of a child deepstrokin’
strawberry lollipops enamoured w/ the sweet
taste of dissolved sweetnuss
beggin to unearth the gloss of the center
.
extension of fingers twirls her caramel
tresses round his finger like separated twizzlers
salivating to taste the sweet fragrance of caramel
.
meticuously analytical, co-existing seductively
on her favorite page in her jungle book
.
mami speaks oh so eloquently
“i can’t believe, it’s raining on her favorite
chapter.”
.
insatiable essence brings about
adjustments in dewpoint levels
.
sis’tuh, the torrential downpouring of
mountainous precipitates cannot extinguish the fahrenheit
adjusted by your flames
.
synonymous to rama, mysa, we lie in
inches of precipitated sheets created by
mountainous rainfalls, instigating erotic flash floods
sunkissed terrain
.
mami, seductively personifies herself to mimicking
puddles of water on the street
i being the magician of the art of sensual alchemy..
provides hydration of dehydrated earth

*

*

aesthetically appealing i
prefer to be poured upon rather than be confined [[in]]
dry.walls.
bring me pitchers of this liquified euphoria
papi
i am parched

my love has taken the shape of tear shaped lust
parachuting from foreheads
condense me into drops of sweat

concentrated passion
focusing in on the eye of my storm
it can be dangerous when im cuming

hear the roar
of
my thunderous thighs
asking rhetorical questions
and here comes the lightening round
How wet can you make this?

mass moisture connects sheets to skin
as heat eminates from bodies causing evaporation
but escaping molecules accumulate as vapors
so
we continuously breathe in sexual gasses
causing
our body temperature to rise and
taste humidity on palates
knowing
its about to pour
down my thighs again

drop-
lets
…be atmospheric condensation
like children tasting liquid candy
extend– tongue
then
hand
like
yes
i need to
feel precipitation
in my jungle book
yes rain down on my favorite chapter
this is us
touching fingertips to puddles

down pour papi
lets not wear raincoats
i have no umbrella
and
i
am
insatiable

..imaginatives..

((60 words))

adaptation, we
intermingles in
singularity
rectangle symmetry
(bodies) circumscribe
sufficiency in
deprived insurrections,
of torrid flames
succinctly released
precipitates emerge
hydration cascading
physically mixing
w/ contours of
her brown skin
.
.
angular positions
physically endured to
accommodate sexual
strains to proportionate
weights
grapevining (between these sheets)
interlocking
champaign fingernails
cross iron rods
congruent feelings
symmetrical in nature
imaginative bliss
.
she know

vanilla meukow sessions w/ lady t

(…said you wanted a grown ass man series)

(((haiku)))

jasmine fragrances
atmosphere’s vibe, intimate
intoxicants iced
.
mystique, essence o/ she
fragrance, hint o/ almond shea skin
victim of her charm..
.
i just simply, press play cause..
she know
.

chicken & waffles (8:33 am edition)

(((from the said you wanted a grown ass
man series)))

funkadelic t-shirt unveils parabolic contours
round her full-figured waist

as she sangs

in
the
morn
ing

pre-empted by sinful scents of chicken, waffles
hauntingly beautiful, but dehydrated voice
in’ner’upts, sunrise daydreams
.
in
the
morn
ing

passionate glow, illuminated aura
organic fluids of nature’s five hour energy
invigorates

in
the
morn
ing

subliminal hint, when my alarm clock didn’t go off
caramel sis’tuh scheduled an appointment for a therapeutic
mahogonee massage

in
the
morn
ing

funkadelic t-shirt unveils parabolic contours
round her full-figured waist w/ no panties on….
she know, she gon get hers

in
the
morn
ing

pineapples (ripe pt IIII)

angular wedges

seductively immersed

w/ exotic cream

runneth over w/ aged

jamaican spirits

raindropping nektar down

apexes of her areolas

tantalizingly whispering

exquisite carnal verbatim

as

angular wedges fades

exposing open

cherries

31st of january (love letter #2)

(((an ol’ skool love letter from back
in the day, updated)))

29
days
ago

a nubian sis’tuh
was caressed like heaven
in my arms

29
days
ago

kissed & intimately put a nubian
sis’tuh

to bed
-ed, -ed, -ed, -ed

been what?
one thousand
four-hun’nit & sixty days

up in rm 212
in hunter hall on the yard
lavell’s hangout
right fore they went underground
with the sigmas

this
is where
i
submitted my app
for you to chill & lounge with me

introduced you to a
side of life unlike no other

as my
brothers called it
the sojourn thru the obnoxious
& funkadelic mind
of
me

as your peeps
interrogatively spoke

is you with that obnoxious
muthafucka?
::::
damn girl, all he do is play spades in the union
puff on blacks & talk a bunch of ish
::::
that nig’guh, damn, how he
pull you?

perception, synonymous
to assumptions
[ya’ll know]

as them
haters made asses of themselves

sis’tuh you put in work
diggin who i was
& granted even when i stepped outside
the circumference, i was man enough
to be real

&
in our ritual of ubiquitous
passion

discovered that there’s a succinct
difference between

a fuck
&
making love

taught me bout the rush
of crushin you in territorial regions
outside of a bed

damn i can’t forget
the hotel in cleveland…anyway

this write
isn’t for sexual purposes

sis’tuh
this write is bout
us
the embodiment
the unmeasured rubiyats

these four years have been
comprised of trials & tribulations & storms
yet to be weathered

personally this is
bout you being that rock,
showin me tough love

this piece is about
celebratin number four & til

the
muthafuckin
wheels
fall
off

(c) 2008 january15th muzak

sensuous soul brunch w/ luther at midnight

(((alliterisen & haiku)))

grapevining motions
sensuous nibbling of her ear..
opens sensuality

crossing over of saturday evening
midnight’s introduces itself, as vintage luther rotates
sixty degree wind tempers the heat

cognizant of the revelation at hand, tonight
d’void of fam, clubs. just’us two
cream & strawberries, succulent taste w/ luther
crossing over of saturday evening.

(c) 2008 january15th muzak

cinnamon flames II

(((30 words)))

radiations
orangishblue flame
cinnamon
.
flavored
.
panoramic
illusions, auburn fro
nappy
.
frazzled
.
honey bronze
gyrations vivaciously
suffocatin’
.
mahogany wood
asphyxiation. circulation
intensifies
.
parabolic curve
extensions, sage & paprika
sheets
.
grapevining
.
tap’pin’dat
ass
.
(((use your illusion)))

(c)2008 january15th muzak

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