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HIS RIB

..and to him, i am his rib. his love for me will surpass mountaintops, his desire to hold onto me forever won't come as a task for his heart will want to provide for all that my heart shall ever ask.
the word "love" won't hold enough power to the way he truly feels. this connection between a man and woman will be surreal, like i will feel the glow of the sun before it crosses my awakening face. and in this place of togetherness, i will embrace the man that God has choosen for me.
and for sure i will be blessed enough to hear the shore from even miles and miles away. i will be delighted in this state of euphoria cause he forms and aura of happiness deep inside of me.
the clouds and the stars will begin to take shape in knowing that our undying fate has manifested.
the birds and the bees will be of ease, the trees and the leaves will be the gate keepers to the silent still breeze.
cause you see, when i am with he and he is with me then for eternity i internally will be cloaked in passion. conception of erotic affections will later consume us too, for i was designed to please only him...ahh, as i can now somehow feel the warmth of his skin.
completion of me, not a 50/50 but 100/100 cause for all that i lack this man will back and for all that he needs i will gracefully sow the seeds. time will be of no interest, space of no concern. in turn he has me and i have him.
fairy tales run nowhere near close, fantasy or fiction wouldn't be able to illustrate this level of diction and if i were to give a prediction. if i had a voice of opinion towards a "happily ever after", then yes even life hereafter, standing at the gates made of pearl.. streets made of gold..
face to face with our Maker wouldnt break accord, cause on bended knee before the Lord we shall give thanks with no ad-lib,cause to me he is my Adam..and to him, i am his rib.

Poet: tri n tran
Email Address: luoikiemvotoi@hotmail.com

My Stroll

Morning stroll,
The park, so calm;
Sun rise smears orange,
Morning, born to sip dews.

My bare feet,
A luminous shine,
Dancing on the ground
As crispy as sand grains.

Bluebells and daisies,
Early waking to welcome birds;
Lilies and tulips,
Illuminate the lands for the gardeners.

Each step I take,
The bees and butterflies hear,
They flood above the greens,
Dreaming to sniff succulent joy.

Morning stroll,
I a blissful flautist,
Wander into the crimson light,
Feeling the heat of zen peacefulness.

Poet: Floetic Style
Email Address:MrDaniel04@yahoo.com

Goodbye

Congradulations, I'm happy for you. Are those the words I'm supposed to say after we part ways.
Have a nice life, I hope thing turn out right
These words are supposed to be satisfing but to whose delight
I'm not quite sure how this situation is supposed to go.
I never get used to the bumps no matter how many times I travel down this rocky road.
As soon as you think you found gold, you turn out to be the fool
In this game of love it seems like you're set up to lose.
Even if I use caution on the woman I choose, I always end up with the same ending, we're through.
Now what am I supposed to do, this is kind of an awkward position, once lovers on the same team with the same dream have quickly became each others opposition.
I used to look at you and be over powered with lust, but that has transformed into disgust.
Now good and evil are on my sholders and I don't know which one to trust.
One says take the high road, have some class and let be a thing of the past.
The other says do what you wanna do go out with a blast and show yo ass
So as you start to speak and I wanna say go to hell and I hope my image is branded in your mind like its traped in a firey jail, with no bail, so ther's no escaping the memories you left behind. And you walk around sad and wake up every morning wishing you had me back, and for the rest of your days you are overwhelmed with misery, maybe thats the only ways I can have some complancey.
So you say have a nice life and I wish you succes in everything you do and I dismiss option number two, let my emotions die, and I say the same to you. Goodbye.

Poet: Dominique Slink
Email Address: lyricalfantasy@gmail.com

Lavender Ecstasy

Can I kidnap yu for a night and take yu beyond yur wildest dreams
Can I admire yur presence and praise yur body
White and red rose pedals cascade down yur back as we make
love on the floor
Let me make love to yu wit my words till yu can take no more

Lavender candles, lights dimmed low
Baby I want u bad so jus go wit da flow
Let me relax ya mind and caress ya soul
Tease yu please yu make yu lose control

Let me seduce wit a kiss explore yu wit my tongue
And pull yu back to me when yu try to run
Hold yu in my armz and make yu fall in love
And neva let yu go as we soar high above

Copyright 2009 Dominique Slink a.k.a Flame

Poet: Tatiana
Email Address: tatiana.wallace@usa.com

she said i could have her
i wait to hear her
want to be near her
soon...i can feel her
only a soft and sensitive woman she is
but a hard and strong mind she has
she said i could have her....
i smile to myself only knowing what i would do to her
should i have her all to myself?
in more than ways than one?
should i share her with mutual friends...
keep her to myself locked up inside our room
only to kiss her......cherish her body
why not?
she said i could have her
she has the beauty of a stallion
why not?
i think ill take her...
and keep her...
and have her...aaalll of her

Poet: Robena Neely
rmelendez@ymail.com

NO MORE PAIN

THE TOUCH OF THAT BIG HAND, SO STRONG SO STURDY. I FELT AS IF I WAS THIS DOLL LYING THERE AND WAITING TO SEE WHAT NEXT. AS I LAY THERE SHIVERING AND COLD; I CANT HELP BUT TO WONDER IF THIS IS WHAT LIFES ABOUT? THE TOUCH, THE FEEL OF WARM HEAVY BREATH. THE WEIGHT OF HIS BODY AGAINST MINE. I CANT HELP BUT TO WONDER IF THIS IS WHAT LIFES ABOUT. IN THE EVE OF NIGHT; AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE, I FEEL WEIGHTLESS. LIKE I'M FLOATING HIGHER AND HIGHER; TRYING TO ESCAPE THE WEIGHT OF HIS GRASP(HIS BODY AGAINST MINE). TRYING TO FEEL ANYTHING BUT THAT STING. THE STING OF DEATH IS WHAT I CALL IT. NO MATTER WHAT I WILL ALWAYS FEEL HIS STING THAT BURN. OH HOW I WISH THAT I COULD BE ANYWHERE BUT HERE. AS I SLIP DEEPER AND DEEPER INTO WEIGHTLESSNESS I SEE NOTHING BUT WHAT MY LIFE SHOULD BE AND WHAT IT COULD HAVE BEEN. AS I LAY AWAKE I CAN'T HELP BUT TO THINK IS THERE NO BETTER WAY? IS THERE NO ESCAPE? THEN ALL I SEE IS A BRIGHT LIGHT. THERE IS NO MORE HEAVY WEIGHT NO MORE STING. ONLY THE BURNING FEELING OF CALM AND PEACE.

Poet: Beyonka Brinson
beyonka2003@yahoo.com

Longing

I long to feel the touch of a man’s hand on my cheek, that without words say
“I love you, and you have my heart”

I long to feel the kiss of a man’s lips on mine that without words say
“ You are the only one for me”

I long to feel the hands of a man on my waist, that without words say
“ I accept you as you are”

I long to look into the eyes of a man, and they without any words say
“ You are Beautiful, in every way possible”

I long to feel a man’s breathe on my neck, that without words say
“ I crave you”

I long to feel a man’s hand on my breast, that without words say
“ Relax, you’re in good hands”

I long to feel a man’s hand on my thigh, that without words say
“ Please welcome this love I have for you”

I long to feel a man’s hand on my back, that without words say
“ Let me take the stress away”

I long to feel a man’s soul inside me, that without words say
“ Become One with Me”

I long to feel a man’s Spirit and Mind, that will without spoken words say
“ We Are Connected for Life”

I thirst, I desire, I crave , I Long.

Poet: Mocha
Mocha75designs@yahoo.com

Anticipation

Anticipation,anticipation of a virtual man
anticipation of wait;
the evolution of a time that doesn't even exists;
a time capsul that doesn't break.

I awake or did I, or is this the aftermath of a dream that I had;
to me it was good but to your girl ,it was bad.
I ask do u feel this? or are the feelings complacent;
Literally or hypothetically, can you be driving me crazy?

So beautiful a friendship developing,because now you,I'm a part of;
this kind of love is not created, written or documented in
any treaty or magna carter.

I often wonder how long will this last or will this be another
memoir, that was in my past.

When we're together it feels like heaven, nothing even matters;
when you're by I get natural highs,more higher than ladders;
I'd rather lose all I had if I had to choose over you;
this spell you cast,you're all that jazz,you've got me feenin for you;
i do before you even ask the question, turn it around, that tune by
Stevie, cause "Isn't He Lovely"?

Anticipation of a virtual man, anticipation of wait;
The evolution of a time that doesn't even exist like a time
capsule that doesn't break.

Poet: Kiana
Email Address: mz.ruffinz@tmail.com

Never will I lower myself to you
Because my pride and dignity
Just won't allow me to
Of course I loved you
Once upon a time
But you left me heartless
At the drop of a dime.
I refuse to let you control me
Just because I want you to hold me
I have better things to do
Rather than to waste my time
waiting for you.
I've promised before
but this time its real
Loving you is a way
I don't want to feel.
Im moving on
with my love and my life,
Because wanting you
hurts me inside every night.
there's someone else
With whom I want to be
Feelings between us are stronger
than ours will ever be
The love of my life is me.
I've loved you long enough
And you gave me nothing in return
In the words of usher
Baby we gotta let it burn.

Poet: Devin S. Bibbins
Email Address: dsb13@live.com

"BEAUTIFUL BLACK QUEEN"

It was 9:51pm on October 31st when they cut me from ur umbilical CHORD.
You brought me into this world screamin and confused, but you I 4ever ADORED.
You always had my back and kept it 100% with me from day ONE.
That’s why I’m proud to be your 1st born and only SON.
Being a single parent, I know your life was frustrating and HARD.
Yet you raised me to never be a fool and always know when to keep up my GUARD.
You constantly live life for today, because tomorrow may not be THERE.
And when times got hard, you always said nothing fails with PRAYER.
U taught me to be the author of my own HOROSCOPE.
And when it seems the world is against me, to never lose HOPE.
(lol) I remember when I used to act up in the middle of the grocery STORE.
Until you gave me “the look” to make me not wanna do it ANYMORE.
You gave all of the whoopins to teach me different LESSONS.
They helped me live and learn, so I used them as BLESSINS.
You always told me to never forget God and always put him FIRST.
And to always “hope for the best, but prepare for the WORST.”
I didn’t understand it then, but I thank you for it NOW.
So I’d like to take this time to applaud you as you take a BOW.
You always held everything together, even when I didn’t know HOW?
And when I look back at your life, I’m speechless and all I can say is. . . .WOW.
You by far are the strongest woman I've ever known or SEEN.
This is why I love you, I respect u and I honor you as a BEAUTIFUL BLACK QUEEN!

Copyright 2009 Devin S. Bibbins

Poet Lisa James
lajames@aegonusa.com

“The Skin I’m In”

Today, I feel great in what I’m wearin
Yup! It feels just right
Snug in all the right places
And I swear It ain’t too tight!

There’ll be no pullin or tuggin
Cause it fits just right
I’m cool with how it feels
When I move, to the left and to the right

It was made for me, you see
Tailored to the touch
Smooth and soft,
No, definitely, not too much

Yup! I can’t complain about the color
Cause it’s “in season”
It compliments my eyes
And that’s all the more reason

I feel so sexy and light
When I sashay
Nothing’s pinchin or stickin
It’s all flowing, just one way

Yup! This is one look
I simple can’t lend out
It’s just for me
Without a doubt

Today, I feel great in what I’m wearin
If I didn’t no any better
I’d dare to say
I caught somebody starring

No, I’m not boastin!
Cause it’s not about that
I’m just comfortable, you see
And it’s just as simple as that

It’s not everyday
A sista feels this way
Yup! I’m lovin the skin
That the LORD put my in