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#Pure24KaratBlack

2016-06-06T23:23:00.004-07:00

Inhale, exhale, breath calm and steady!
Mental deliverance lifting a weight that's heavy.
For my cool it soothes...
Internally Eye groove with funk melodic, organically evolutionary.
How vast am Eye?
Superiority advanced, a gift of Pure 24Karat Blackness.
A Chyld of the Sun.
Protected by the Eye of Horus.a frequency on constant
Carrier of blessed words:
Eye am Gifted,
Eye am Inventive,
Eye am Creativity.
God of artistry,
God of Music,
God of Words.
A Creator of visual stimulants,
an array of viral vibrancy.

100% MAN
100% KING
100% AWAKENED with a frequency on constant elevation.

Eye am possessed with a thirst, a hunger for truth.
Through the life Eye live, my ancestors give proof...
Cause my roots are deep, going further than and beyond the Middle
Passage.
A descendant of greatness... Eye am a reflection of you.

Alpha and Omega, A Original.
A MELANINAIRE AM EYE!!!

Virtual Enticement

2015-12-17T14:01:00.001-08:00

Visual seduced but digitally induced.

The potency of her sweet nectar,
Alerts my intrigue.

My curious nature examines her nature.

Dialogue scripted on touch screen,
Plays on my imagination of how intoxicating
her voice will be.

Then reality blesses me with creation of the
manifesting of a sultry sexiness illustrating
my attention.

Activating a hypnotic submission,
Like angelic voices upon sleeping ears.

That being the softest dreams.

Romantic, erotic, sensual sensations...

Interpretations in the most vivid and softest
filter my mind can design.

Echoing.... Traveling.... Haunting....

Taunting a fiending desire,

Brewing a craving to experience again!

Yearning for Rain

2015-10-19T20:32:00.001-07:00

It’s one o’clock in the morning.

And I am laying here in my bed.

Yearning for someone,

that one to share an intimate, passionate experience.

Of her and I making love……

I close my eyes,

listening to Xscape set the mood for my fantasy to come true.

I picture a rainy summer night, rolling down an empty street.

On my way to come and get you.

We’ve both waited for a night like this…..

Sharing the same fantasy, to make love in the rain.

As I pull up, you peek out of your window.

Before I can get out of the car…..

You come out of the house.

Beautiful as always, but tonight,

you look very exotic, very sexy.

As I approach you,

I look you up and down.

I passionately kiss you and hug you tightly.

I open the door and you climb inside.

As I close the door,

I make my way around to the driver’s side.

We pull off and our thoughts begin to intertwine.

As we roll to our destination.

You start to stroke the back of my head.

As I pull into the park,

” Love Ambition” begins to play….

We get out and begin to dance.

Slowly grinding, we passionately kiss.

As we kiss, we slowly undress each other.

Until we are both flesh to flesh.

As we caress each other,

the rain begins to fall a little harder.

I place a cover onto the grass and across the hood.

I slowly set you on top of the hood.

I part your legs and stand in between them.

You caress me and I caress you.

You slowly ease me inside….

Slowly moving back and forth, in and out, grinding gently.

You pull me close and I go all the way inside.

Your nails dig deeply in my back.

You bury your face into my chest, sinking your teeth into my flesh.

I pull you down, causing me to go deeper.

We move intensely, moaning and groaning.

Your legs tighten around me.

Reaching the point of our first climax.

I slowly pull out teasing you.

Once every inch escapes,

you push me down onto the grass.

As I lay there with the rain falling down on me.

You sit on top of me, easing me inside.

You escape a sigh, as you begin to move.

Grinding slowly as if dancing to a freaky slow song.

As the rainfalls, my hands move up and down your back.

I slowly raise off the ground, reaching our second climax.

Your body begins to shake.

I navigate your body down,

slowly licking the rain off of your body.

I make my way down between your thighs.

From your knee up to your valley.

I search for your pearl tongue,

by teasing you,

searching round and round,

twisting my tongue deeper and deeper.

As I lick, your hands run across my head.

I run my tongue across your clitoris.

Sucking gently, causing your sweet rivers to flow……

I continue to lick until your body trembles.

As the rainfalls,

I lay between your thighs.

Holding on to you and you on to me.

Yearning for each other,

Yearning for more,

Yearning for rain……..

Erratic Assassin

2015-10-05T23:00:00.001-07:00

Voices carry like whispers,
@ times like shouts.

Transformations internally,
Enrages and awakens a beastly appetite for destruction.

A thirst, a lusting desire for annihilation.

This war begins unexpectedly.

On a brink of a fallout,
A nuclear apocalyptical detoriating event.

Converging to destroy my world,
Consuming my ancient treasures.

Leaving me with only memories of what were presumable thoughts factually.

But were actually fictitious intent to
destroy me and my collective.

Shaking my stability as emotions run deep and quake my foundation.

Unearthing underneath a volatile manifestation.

Reminiscent of Ghangis Khan, Marcus Garvey, Malcolm X, Medger Evers, Stokley Carmichael and Bobby Seale....

Staying four steps ahead,
I strategize my blockade.

Putting a stop to the run of the cards you deal.

Dethroning your privilege as your soul and breath I slowly steal.

For my appearance persuades and seduces your ego,
Into believing that my humbleness, is a scent of weakness....

A shell of passive quietness,
but truly I'm more than your
anticipated thought.

For inside this shell there lies in the dark....

An indestructible cube,
a ell that sleeps as still as midnight.

But awakened!

Brings devastation on which you cannot escape none.

SO TREAD LIGHTLY!!!!!!

Contracted: Black Lives (Every 28 Hrs.)

2015-07-30T23:42:00.001-07:00

The rose that grew from the concrete has
died.
Trampled under the soles of soul
cleaners,
death dealers in black & whites.
Shining red & blue lights,
modern day troglodytes.
Preying on the darker skinned Wombman
   & Men, known as Gods & Goddess
   Nubian.
Digesting the powers of the universe,
   in an attempt,
   to control the vast reaches of our
   endless limitless design.
Attempting to cleanse the racial divide.
Behind the white hoods & demonic eyes,
their miseducation; jealousy & gluttony
   they hide.
Destroying our history,
Erasing our legacy,
They captured our past lives....
Torturing,
abusing,
misusing;
Brainwashing,
reprogramming our minds.
Directing assassination on all of whom
didn't assimilate.
BUT OUR VIBRATION IS TOO GREAT!
No longer able to control our weaker trait.
With your badges,
you now murder by
way of asphyxiation....
Chokeholds in handcuffs and hands
around our throats.
All self inflicted or accidental,
this is the explanation scribed into the
murderer's report.
28 hours,
Every 28 hours we are murdered by this
blue cloak.
Generational ghost of the hooded
confederate flagging.
Nazi saluting,
skin headed,
good ol' boy Christians.
Who feel that the melanin population,
has taken over & raped their women.
That thinks that we need to go.....
Is picking us off one by one.....
           Contracted: Black Lives
From traffic stops to emergency calls for
help.
To riding a bike while being black.
Gods & Goddesses,
our essences is under extinction...
Deconstruction & the destruction of what
is known.
The known is that rose that is trying to
grow from the concrete...
All the while,
the weeds are contributing to our
                     demise.........

CONTRACTED: BLACK LIVES

Grateful For My Melanin

2014-10-17T01:29:00.004-07:00

The white man says he knows the Negro....
He says he has driven through the neighborhoods,
seeing the Government building doors open wide.
With lines long filled with grandmothers and poorly dressed children.
Dozens of people sitting outside....

Are these Negros slaves?

With the way they are or where they live.
Living in the Government provided subsidized homes.
Are they slaves, when their daughters are having abortions here,
children there.
When their sons are in prison.

What do they do now?

With the Negro being on Government subsidy,
they never learned to pick cotton.
Leaving them with nothing to do,
Are they better off as a slave?
At least slavery taught them to pick cotton and have a family life and do things....
Or are they better off under governmental subsidy?
The white man says don't get more freedom,
actually,
He says we get less.

The black man says...
White man,
you don't know the Negro and you sho' nuff don't know me.
But I've seen you as you drive through my neighborhood,
giving us judgemental glares and those assumptive stares.
With your noses raised, riding down these pot holed and cracked
asphalt, now grey streets.
Talking under your breath,
counting black heads within the long lines.
Crowding those same Government buildings.

Yes white man, I see you.
And you think that we are lazy,
cause those young and old ladies...
With those babies are attempting to get and keep food to eat.
So no-one in their family goes hungry,
while being humiliated, time and time again.
every time they go for interviews and turn applications in.
Trying to make moves out of those subsidized homes.
So called structures built to protect and house their families,
are nothing but shanties.
Shacks that are reminiscent of what the field Negro had to call home.

You ask are we slaves?

With Mr. Officers modern day oppression and modern day lynching.
But the black man that I am,
Is at a conundrum....
Cause hypothetically and realistically,
the answer is a yes.
But my answer is complex,
cause I of a darker shade,
was once afraid and now I would rather die on my feet,
than die on my knees.
Which makes me free,
but with that freedom comes a cost...
A price that my ancestors paid....
With blood, sweat and the unforgotten tears.
The exception,
the one Negro that Mr. White Man fears.
The one within hundreds with the strength and intellect.
That Negro that if you left unchained....
Would awaken you with the crack of the whip [that split many a slaves back],
feeling the lashes tearing the white of your skin.

I mean,
it's the least I can do...
Cause by you making us pick cotton,
you gave us something to do.
Like igniting my desire to free myself of you.
Leading the escape and unshackling the minds,
that now follow behind.
Constructing camps to towns,
towns to cities....
Transforming slaves and servants to businessman and CEO's.
Now as President ruling the country as a whole....

So white man, you think you know the Negro?
But you could never understand a piece of this man.
Your comprehension would com-bust...
Cause the fathoms of our Desire,
Passion,
Determination,
Resilience,
Persistence,
Faith,
Strength,
Swag,
Grace and Intellect.
Flows from my soul to my bone, to my flesh;
and that white man makes me
GRATEFUL FOR MY MELANIN!

Hive Minded!

2014-10-16T23:36:00.000-07:00

Tunnel visioned with one directive....
Direction narrow-minded led by stupidity mostly....
Hardly by greatness, as for a generation nameless...
I must apologize for the reluctance of the misguidance of defective products of originality.
That has now become lame, miscalculated lyricists.

Unrecognizable.. arrogant... ignorant... close minded... low-eyed....
Purple sipping.... Molly popping...Blind lost facsimiles......

ATTENTION!!!!!
Skinny jean sagging, carbon test-tube generated, erased scraps of paper....
Of random nothingness!!!!
From 21 to 40, cities from coast 2 coast.
North to South from East to West.

WAKE UP!!!!
All of those caught in Society's Web of Persuasive Scheming!
HIVE MINDED!!
YOU'VE BEEN BLINDED!!

Conscientious thought is DEAD!
That thought invoked, a thriving creative expression....
Provoking a nation, teaching it that it can't be stopped, it can't be held back!!!!!
Unique ferocious spitting of tiger style like rhymes...... _______

"As old earths cried, each tear drop was a bonus towards my enterprise...."

That Knowledge Of Me, enticing Myself, I!
Black is power moving forward enlightened Empowerment....
Enhancing the limitless skill of a beautiful mind!

W.itty
U.npredictable
T.alent And
N.atural
G.ame.......

God MC's, still holding number one top spot.
Urban terrorist, public enemies....
Once was sucka free, has now become a virus throbbing deep within.....
Every neighborhood, every projects, every crew, every clan unknown!
Originality of the beats & the Rhyme, is now dead in the streets....
Where it was created & thrived!
Once Open-minded are now Hive Minded!
You've been BLINDED!

Diamond & Dove prod. By Backdrop Lo-Kei! Productions

2014-09-06T22:02:00.001-07:00

http://soundcloud.com/dasunchyld/diamond-dove-at-north-las

The Eternal Order of the Ying/Yang (Fluidity)

2014-07-12T23:52:00.001-07:00

Elemental,
Ethereal,
Supreme tale of two individual souls.
Conjoined through time stretched
outwardly on an infinite journey.
Mirrored eternally,
a glow with all the hues of light.
Bending through glass radiating colors
uniquely defined.
Vibrant with passion,
an adoration beautified by blessings
from the Great Divine....
Miraculous recreation of
Adam's needing of Eve,
created from the rib of his.
Dedication perfected by Love Supreme,
of true solidarity.
A pairing of ideals premeditated,
reoccurring like night and day.
The sun and moon...

A mind for thought and a mouth to
vocalize descriptively.
Rewritten,
Reimagined,
Redesigned,
But remained a story timeless and
unchanged.
A destined legacy tenderly nurtured
within Endless Love's arms.
A connection everlasting by heart's
memories.
Flowing effortlessly,
Flowing strong!

As does...
The Eternal Order of the Ying /Yang
Fluidity

A dedication to a Dove.....

Coming soon!

2014-01-26T08:56:00.001-08:00

Waiting for The Dawning Of Tomorrow

2013-11-07T00:01:00.000-08:00

Angels fall from heaven when love fails to find it's way to connect lonely hearts.

Spirits sown from the same cloth, dreaming of unification at first sight.

Fantasy so real, that sleep fuses with reality to the point that your walking while sleeping.

Visions become taunting and haunting....

Daydreamers, lost in love, desiring to become one.

As pen leaks names of unborn seeds, one boy and one girl, both with good hair.

Big beautiful eyes with adorable faces and complexions of golden brown....

Fantasy is what reality isn't, but, yet one can dream and wish upon falling stars.

That shoot across clear skies, burn eyes red.

Praying for destinies that are yet recognized.

Wanting to be loved, needing to be cherished.

These hearts wait patiently.... As the sun rises day after day.

Looking out glass panes directly into pouring rain, sipping on cappuccinos.

Thoughts being shared telepathically by six degrees of separation.

If not contemplated by you, then by someone you know, or by someone they know.

Poor, Young, Rich or Old....

They all grasp pillows tightly at night, for their dreams....

They hold and cherish, waiting for the dawning of tomorrow!

It's An Hour Before Sunrise And Baby It's Cold Outside

2013-11-06T23:29:00.000-08:00

As I recollect over last night's escapade, I wonder was it all in vain or was it worth the pain?

As the words you said, replay...... The echoes of the softness of your voice,

mingles with the passion in your words.

Playing with my senses, was it a mistake that we take?

Finding Eden within each other's arms, when, the only feelings to get hurt....

Are our unsuspecting man and lady's.

Though it feels so right to call you my baby, in actuality the possibility of us being.... Is a fantasy!

An obscure reality with a "what if" of being found out.

What would be the circumstances?

How would the cards be dealt and played out?

Is this something that we want to gamble with?

When we know the destination of the events.... Can be disastrous!

But I, I can't say no and can't stop flirting with the danger.

So I continue to play with the flame, your flame.

That flame that will eventually burn me, as I get closer and closer to you.

Eventually engulfing me with the degrees of intensity, of the desires of forbidden ecstasy.

In the last ten minutes of the hour before sunrise.

I ponder telling the truth to my lady, coming clean and exposing things to light.

Then in the moment of meditation, suddenly, I get blindsided!

Awakening, looking at my truck caved in.

Attempting to reach my phone, it begins to ring......

Then a voice says in the distance,

"Poor guy, he didn't even have a chance..."

Damn!

I guess the circumstances is, Karma turning on me, bringing death!

SUNRISE HAS COME AND BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE.....

Complexions

2013-11-06T22:33:00.002-08:00

How beautiful are our complexions?

Blending together into a consistency, thick and rich with passion.

Glistening coco, caramel and honey sweetness.

Rain showers so heated, that just a drop of sweat can steam.

Fogging windows and vision tinted.

Forms mangled and tangled within the rope burns, blindfolds, breathless moments pleasurable.

Journeying slowly into the depths of "Pandora's Box".

Memories being made so erotic like Zane.

With a lusting rage like Django, I am unchained.

Our brown shades deeply mends, blurring the lines of You and I, confusing the beginning with the end.

Two souls, two saints committing two sins, birthing an experience Heavenly.

Between an Earthly God and Goddess, A King and A Queen, and lastly Master and Slave.

Minds lose control as our bodies misbehave....

How beautiful are our complexions?.....

Mr. Mo' Betta & Mrs. Goodie Good

2013-11-02T13:50:00.000-07:00

It's all in a mix...
Caramel, Peanut Butter mixed with nougat & milk chocolate.
Turns like cream, making it mo' sweet.
The mo' heated the mixture, the thicker the texture.
Subliminally arousing sexual nature.
Euphoric sensations cause pulsations.
Causing the body to quake, then dehydrate from sweat flooding out of her pores.
Deep strokes for hours causes the nani to swell & get sore.

All over the bed.... Burgundy sheets drenched with sweat.
From murders strokes from cuts deep, bleeding glistening sweat that sheds.
Licking the lollipop, while the honey pot gets emptied.
Deep in her throat, feeling the crown curving.
With my tongue deep within the petals of her Lotus Flower.
I hungrily devour the slow flow of her caramel & honey desire.
Causing her to downpour and her rainfall to shower.
Caramelizing his face, as he slowly swallows her down his throat.
Her slow neck flow brings him to explode.....

As he unloads, she feels his eruption in her chest.
Only a moment to rest.... catching breaths.....
She molds him again from her tight, but tender slow stroking caress.....Damn!

God's Work

2012-12-11T15:11:00.000-08:00

In the beginning....
The mood was created, setting the scene.
A bottle of Moscato on ice,
Chocolate covered strawberries with whip cream.
Terrace Martin into Norman Brown,
evolving within the sounds of pleasures of foreplay up to 12 play.
Adding everything to seduce your sensations of audibility and taste.
Managing your cool down to slow down,
your blood's rapid pace from an 8 hour race.
Causing your body to quake,
beginning from your soles to the end of your hair follicles.
Providing that cooling effect to the temperature that I accelerate/decelerate,
nice and slow!
Releasing the pain that aches from within and along your curvaceous frame.
Staining your consciousness and tainting your brain.
Skilled with my hands, I create!
Forming your body to bend and sway.
Twisting your frame from my persuasion as I Dive-IIIIIInnnn!
With your legs spread wide and my tongue twisting deep within.
Your body and mind's elevation begins.
Into a world that can't be described...
Of sinful delight and carnal pleasures, That only I can provide.

"Mami, relax and flow with the tide...."

Caress my mental as I explore your ocean.
As I taste and savor your tsunami splash.
A roller coaster of emotions and sensations combined.
Causes quivers from your head to your toes.
Deep down inside, stirring your nerves and awakening your bones.
Creating your sighs and directing your moans.
You ooh softly and murmur my name.
I whisper from between your thighs...

"Say My Name Again!"

As you utter a breathless whisper, you grab me by the back of my head.

"Rain Down on Me!"

I escape as you bury my face...
Tagging your inner walls as my tongue marks the place.
Oh, how delicious is the taste of your nectar.

In the end.....
My tongue rests....
Slow penetration with immense pulsations,
of my meat grinding so smooth, so deep and so sweetly.
Feeling every inch throb as I slowly enter your sanctum.
Till I reach deep,
grinding slow,
moving only my hips.
Hitting that "A" spot with my arms underneath you and my hands....
Grasping your shoulders from behind.
Sliding you down as my shaft pushes deeper.
It is in that moment...
Staring eye to eye and face to face...
We kiss passionately as we explode at the slight brush of our lips..
Birthing of a Universe.....
Creation Begins!

~ God's Work~
Dasu N'Chyld

I Love To Kiss.....

2012-09-21T17:32:00.001-07:00

Closing my eyes,
I thought "How sweet and how soft your lips are."
With anticipation I lick your lips, running my tongue's tip across.
I could hear you escape a soft moan.
Your lips parted welcoming my tongue...
I begin to playfully twirl my tongue around.
Causing my mouth to water, as my tongue wrestled with you.
Soft moaning turned to muffled moans of enjoyment.
The more my tongue tussled, your grip tightened on my bald head.
Your body became inflamed....
The pleasure of my tongue,
causes your every nerve to become extremely sensitive to touch.
My kiss, so intense, causes your body to thrive.
I pull you closer to me, grasping and clenching at the softness of your skin.
Causing your body to glisten with sweat.
Your body tightened, the deeper I let my tongue play with you.
Muffled moans, turn to cries of my name.
As I tease, please satisfy you with cold silvery oral strength.
With each flick of your body tenses, letting me know your are close.
Within close proximity of your forecast rainfall.
I take a nibble gently causing your thighs to shake violently.
Making your body tremble, as you announce my name aloud.
Attempting to crawl away from my grasp.
As your raindrops, I taste begin to come down.
Drenching my throat and tongue overflowing the corners of my mouth.
Drinking you until your left laying catching deep breaths.

I Love To Kiss.....

Thief In The Night

2012-09-19T02:38:00.000-07:00

I know you can hear my thoughts whispers.
Detailing the way I would press, stretch and have your body laid.
Conjuring the expressions of every reaction of my lengthy strokes.
Deepening your senses of pleasurable exchanges.
Attempting to silence your echoing screams and moans.
Impregnating your mind with the fantasy...
The fantasy of making you lose control,
but keeping your composure as you lay next to him.
With these fantasies re-accruing, my presence draws closer.
The more involved becomes each dream scape.
The closer I prey on the right moment.
The anticipation on the awaiting ecstasy haunts you.
That moment when you'll hear the disturbance of silence.
Hearing the soft steps of me entering your domain....
The presence of a wet tongue gliding up your legs as they are being parted.
Parted by my firm grasp upon your thighs and that sensation of my tongue.
Diving into the depths of you, causing you to utter out a soft moan of teasing.
Having you grasp upon my bald head, attempting to disguise the pleasure.
Gyrating your hips, pushing your nani as close as you can into my mouth, into my face.
Taking upon your motions, I dive deeper orally.
With my tongue coursing and searching your inner being.
Causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head.
Your satisfaction being lead to the point of a quake then an eruption.
Then your first down pour, flooding my mouth with your nectar.
Making you turn your head and bite the pillow so you can muffle your excitement.
Attempting to stop the shakes your body makes, so that you don't wake your man.
Your force me down upon the floor, positioning your body in a reverse.
We are molded into a 69 design, with our thighs in close proximity of our heads.
We provide each other continuous exhilaration of our tongues playing upon ourselves.
With mouths full, we discreetly drive ourselves crazy.
Bringing me to the brink of letting my liquor flow... You feel me swell.
At the same moment I can feel your rain cumming down.
Your body tightens and I can feel your pulse accelerate.
And my face is showered in your downpour, as your man shifts his position sleeping.
You ride the tide until you quickly climb upon me and ride, in reverse.
Grasping your ass and you grasping my ankles.
You ride and bounce in a rhythm divine.
Silent within your ecstasy, lurking, you dig your nails into my skin.
Causing your grind to work me deeper within.
Swallowing my moan of your power that you invoke.
I choke on the sensations that you provide me.
Riding me with so much passion and attention, I hear your breaths deepen and your sighs get heavier.
The heavier the sighs get, the deeper I push inside of you.
With you smashing down upon me, I begin to swell again....
This time with no end, you widen your thighs allowing me to go deeper.
The deeper I go, the more force I give as I push up.
As I push, I feel myself letting go.
The force of my flow, floods your deepest sanctum.
As I contain my growling by biting my lip and grasping your ass tight.
You flame ignites into a bigger fiery desire and we cum at the same time....
Dragging your nails upon my thighs, you quickly escape me.
Turning around to clean and drink the remains of my liquor off of me.
You inhale me hungrily, caressing and fondling my thighs and in between.
Molding me back into a steel rod, also articulately.
You beckon me to mount you from behind, as I position myself.
I spy to see if there were other eyes fixed upon our exhibition.
As I watch I rub my crown against your clit, slapping that spot with my muscle.
Then slapping your ass with my hardness, before I penetrate your tightest hole.
With the moistness of your juices and your mouth...
I enter forcefully gentle and slow, stretching your back entrance with my girth.
Making you bite lip to conceal your squeal, I push smoothly fighting the tightness.
Once I cause the moistness to fall, my strokes to become more rhythmic and quicken.
The faster I thrust, the deeper I go, the tighter I squeeze your ass and crash into you.
With all the pressure that I provide, I begin to play with your clit.
Inserting two fingers into your nani with the middle and ring fingers.
I playfully rub your spot with my first finger, causing you to pump back on me.
Colliding into each other, the intensity rises, the closer we get to releasing each others stress.
The sweatier and hotter we become, the more rustling is heard.
Our focus intensifies as we sync into each other as we both feel the tide rising.
Swelling within our own current, our tsunami rushes as we both shake uncontrollably.
Within our final climax, our bodies go limp and crashes down.
All in the moments of his eyes opening to look around and reach out for you.
I escape being un-noticed like a Thief In The Night.

Blinded, Bounded and Breathless

2012-09-16T22:03:00.000-07:00

It was a dark night, when she arrived from work a few hours before her King did.

She stripped out of her work clothes and read a note that was left on the bed.

It stated “I have a surprise for you when I get home”

She began to daydream of what erotic adventure that her King would have in store once he returned home.

Lost in the fantasy, she became extremely wet, deciding to pleasure herself in the shower….

She came multiple times, after the last orgasm.

She got out of the shower and laid on the bed…

Before realizing it, she had nodded off.

The next thing she realized, she was being awakened by the soft flicker of a tongue on her clit.

Unable to see and to move,

Due to a blindfold over her eyes,

and her hands being bound to the headboard.

She laid there enduring the pleasure.

After cumming several times in a row, the voice that she was yearning for, whispered in her ear.

Saying “You enjoyed that, didn’t you mami?”

As she answered “Yes my King!”

Then after slowly kissing and sucking on her neck, he then replied “The fun has just begun my Sexy Queen!”

With her hands still bound to the headboard and her eyes still blindfolded, he mounted her.

Rubbing the crown of his magic wand,

In a motion up and down her flower,

She let out a soft moan in utter pleasure.

Once his crown was nice and moistened,

by the continual flow of her river.

He began to press his length into her farthest pleasure hole.

Nice and tight just the way he loves it….

She could feel her cavern to her backdoor being stretched from his girth.

Pushing him into a depth so deep, she instantly came!

At the same time she began to feel pleasurable pressure stretching her nani.

Not knowing at that moment, he inserted four fingers inside her with his thumb rubbing against her clit.

With every deep thrust his pole gave deep inside her backside, he rubbed on her clit and thrusts his fingers deeper inside her tight wet pinkness.

Soon, her nani erupted with the thick juice of love.

Screaming pleasurably to the rhythm of his groove, she sensed he wasn’t done.

Still hungering for more of her nani’s sweet nectar, he continued until he got three more explosions.

Each eruption greater than the previous one, she exhaustively whispered “My King, I want to feel your load.”

She could tell by the sound of his moan the he was also ready to buss.

With her hands still bound and eyes still covered, he turned her over into his favorite position….

Doggie Style, his pole retreated back into the tightness of her backdoor.

Gripping her ass tightly with his hands, he proceeded to fuck the hell out of her tight ass.

With every thrust, he smacked her ass nice and hard.

This pleasure was beyond control, the feeling of his sack smacking against her nani.

Began to make her whole body quiver and her river began to flow once again.

Then suddenly he stopped…. He whispers in her ear “Not yet mami, your papi has another surprise for you before I buss my big load in you, Don’t move!”

A few moments later, she felt the soft mounds of female breasts moving underneath her in a 69 style position.

Then she hears him whisper “I want you two to both eat!”

Obeying her King, she began to hungrily eat at the nice sweet nani that was underneath her.

As the other woman ate hers, he begins to resume his position in his Queen’s ass.

That was the finishing touch that brought out the beast… He began to thrust her ass harder than he has ever did before.

It felt so damn good, she thought as he worked her out effortlessly.

With every thrust, she squirted her juices into the unknown female’s mouth.

While he was growling and the unknown woman and his Queen moaned just as loud.

All three, let out pleasurable cries of sure ecstasy!

His Queen continued to suck upon her until she sucked her dry, as she did his Queen.

He stayed position until he finished releasing his load, with it being extremely thick and the flow being extremely strong.

After gaining enough energy, he assisted the third party out, being absent momentarily.

Exhausted and weary from the escapade, she laid down and waited for his return.

Moments later he returned and uncovered her eyes and unbound her hands….

In a low and sexy whisper, he asked her if she enjoyed her surprise….

Barley able to keep her eyes opened,

she whispered back….”Oh yes!”

And fell asleep in her King’s arms.

Oral Fixation

2012-09-15T22:30:00.001-07:00

Crucible Of Co-Existence

2012-09-14T22:47:00.000-07:00

Cultural mix simmering in the broth of social commentary.
Conversations over cups of coffee, cooled by the duration of time.
That runs stagnant in deep dialogue of who gets to stay and who gots to go.
Of who gets to stay and who has right.
Soft murmurs and stern vibratos, get heavy as it gets hot.
Thermometers heat index rises by a fifth degree..in hells kitchen.
Sprinkle ingredients of mass genocide and terroristic suicide with a pinch of mass homicidal intent.
Bring to a boil and watch humanity scream and die.
Begging to be saved, victims of Virginia Tech, victims of Columbine...
Victims worldwide and victims stateside.
Historic moments of a Presidential Race.
A Black Man and a Woman.
Who will be snipped the quickest.

Individuality, The Declaration Of Who I Am

2012-09-14T22:27:00.003-07:00

The declaration of who I am...
Isn't defined by coloration, not defined by identification.
Nationalization isn't important as the basis of Humanity.
Destruction of being, recognizes that we are the same.
We are life, flowing through the veins of a machine known as society.
Otherwise named America.
We are the economy, the upper, lower and middle classifications.
We are the homeless, the unstable, the victims, the criminals, the dead and unrecognized.
We are the tears and blood that fall staining the concrete.
We have liberated and we have liberated and we have oppressed.

The declaration of who I am...
Means I can be proud, I can be judgemental, I can be suspicious.
I am your family, your friends and your peers.
I am the misguided looking for answers.
Through the eyes, I see the individual struggle that my kind wrestles everyday.

My declaration is that....
I am free to be me!
No matter the storm,
no matter my location,
no matter my color and no matter my gender.
My preference is my choice, my decision is mine to make.
My struggle is Beautiful!
And I am human, don't look down on me.
Don't turn your back on my imperfections.
For my faults make me who I live to be.
Not someone else....
I am great, I am strong and I am intelligent.
Most of all I am me!!!

That is the greatest realization of individuality.
The Declaration of Who I Am!

Tha Invite

2012-09-12T01:29:00.001-07:00

Yearning For Rain

2012-09-12T00:37:00.001-07:00

A Continual Possibility

2012-09-09T03:17:00.001-07:00

Exchanging Places

2012-09-08T22:26:00.001-07:00