Chemistry

Technically, I wanna set your soul on fire
But figuratively I would love us to melt on a canvas until we are stripped down to nothing but our blood and oils
Sensual passion that boils
Colours that drip from canvas to floor
To slither along these marble shores
Not tip toeing because our love is no secret behind these metophorical doors
The doors, we slither under
The floor, we’re slathered over
The art we make is more than love roasted and turned over
A fire
Because it was passion we desired
And your soul,  I wanted to melt until our hearts caught on fire
Chemistry.

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Dear King

Dear King,

I want to ride you.
Until you fall in love with me
Until you fall in love within me
Inside me
Until you fall in love with what’s inside me
My…
Wet
Warm
Tight
Passionate soul
I want you to rest your hands on my hips as I straddle your mind
As I kiss your lips
As I gaze into your eye, the third one
Till I can no longer ride because as a man your supposed to hold the world on your shoulders and you told me I was yours ; So as I get higher to the clouds I just end up sprouting wings and flying higher till I mount extacy…
Does that make sense?
I want to see your soul laying next to mine
I want us to be spiritually devine
& connected
Through auras and chakras
Through our nerve endings that shock us
I want us to be in love from the inside
From the mind out
So deeply wrapped up in the plots of our own character twists that we dont even know if a protagonist in our story could be a matter
So intrigued in our pages of our own life story that the world seems like a dream we’re only experiencing to make us better
And as my insides, only get wetter
We continue to get better
Because this whole time I was riding you
Guiding you into my mind
I’m already yours but tell me if yours is a mind of mine?

Yours,
JK

20/30

Letting you go is so much more than hard.

It’s been painful, joyous, frightening and a bunch of words that wouldn’t even be synonymous to each other. 

Although your physically gone, emotionally I still share some kind of attachment to you.

It’s minimal but I still care.

Enough to write this.

I still dream about you.

It’s weird.

It’s always something weird…

Thoughts of you and us run reluctanly through my mind daily but I know you wern’t for me. 

Now I know.

You definitely were not “the one”.

But you opened my eyes.

I have such a better understanding about what I need, my demands.

How a relationship should work.

Things that shouldn’t happen.

How being in love feels again.

You helped me become a better woman.

I’m so much more stronger an confident.

I thank you for that.

And I know whoever is next for you will never be me.

And whoever is next for me will never be you because we both are such unique beings.

And so were our experiences.

So, I can only hope for the best for you and hope that in time we can see each other and laugh at the past.

But for now, I shall look past you.

Farewell my love.

20/30
#nationalpoetrymonth

Hours

So it’s 4:05
& I think about my thighs 
That I want you to rub
Because at these times I need pure unadulterated love

& I look at my bed seams 
That I usually squeeze 
When my back starts to arch 
And my legs start to quease 
And then your covers become a tangled mess underneath our heated beings 

So then I think about your lips 
My hands locked on your hips 
Riding like I stole something 
Or I’m chasing after kids
Tasting you like Adam and God said he forbid 
Can’t help but to think about the lust that we’re amid 

We’re intimate and so into it 
And you would think we had a limit 
Cuz the pace that we’re going is like 5,000 strokes a minute
Maybe not 
But I’m just spitting 
Times just slipping
My head’s spinning 
You keep licking 
And I’m just grinning 
Cuz god damn baby, I’m fucking winning 
I mean….

It’s 4:20
Time to blow it down
But instead your going down
& I’m serving up a wave for you to crash in drown in
The two colours of our chocolate covered brown skin melt into one 
& the sun, that’s barley up yet swims across the skyYour hand sits upon my thigh
My hand sits upon your head
Your fingers trickle on my leg

5.
Suns up
And your up too
Still we make love like were in Europe’s view
French kissing like were on a secret mission in Moulin Rouge 
I do J’adore Vous
I do adore you
My hands they explore you
And like I said we’re on a mission
So kissing wouldn’t be off mission since were in a cabaret
I can tell we’re almost done but I can can almost feel that I’m about to cum
As you come closer
And as you cum over again

6.
You lick your lips
I dip my hips
We cuddle in the covers full of our lovers juice
I think I can call this lovers abuse
But I’m loving the abuse because I seduce and produce
The level of love that we make that’s massaged in our nous.

7.

Incompatible

I no longer think we’re compatible
Sex drive, crash, collateral damage
I mean sometimes I think I can manage
The gaps
In the time, the signs
Warnings 
That tell me I’m losing my mind
Because you’re not really mine and possessions a bitch
That I do
Because I never see you
& you never call
Maybe I climbed too far up that wall
and put my myself on pedestal that I can’t even haul 
Too high to think about falling 
Because I still have to think about hauling 
That pedestal down a little lower
& I’m trying not to frown
But this space and my empty memories of your face
Downloaded images I want to erase 
Cuz I’m mad
But I’m sad so I think about other things 
Not like I have other flings to take me out of this space
Not like I have other tings to take me out on dates
Distance 
More like resistance and heavy persistence
A together-ly act of one to try and change the instance
Is what we don’t have
Consistency?
It’s up for grabs
But why I should I re take it 
I’m somebody, a person to have
But why should I fake it
For you?
Yeah I’m somebody
But no one to you
I get it
I can’t sweat it 
Regret it or fret it
So I roll up my tears, blow it down and shed it 
I’ve been crying for a hour now
And I can’t tell if it’s my thoughts or the smoke that loud 
I think I’m done with these thoughts
I placed them up on a cloud
So now I’m only try to think if our compatibility is allowed
Because I like attention and you like your distance
But see, you can tell you want me then refuse coexistence
So I no longer think we’re compatible 
Sex drive was great but we crashed.
Collateral 
Damage
Incompatible