his deja vu wrinkle defined

she 

waltzed 

into my life 

bearing the intensity

contained

in a new born zephyr...

yet her smile 

bore a tale 

which we both knew 

was full

of deception.

she laid her head 

upon my breast

and seduced me

with stories 

unchained

in their ability

to wrap me in her cloak

of density.

lips, 

so sweet 

and tantalizing,

whispering details

that my soul

has yearned to decipher.

a kiss on the neck,

a caress 

of my desire,

has turned me 

into the slave she sought.

heated exchanges

as she exaggerates,

so perfectly and true,

and all i seek

is more of her succulent

encounters.

wrapped in her arms,

the visions 

i receive

are nothing short

of nirvana.

they stretch forth 

 filling my emptiness

with spectacular

promises

that could never be.

nevertheless

each day,

each night,

i long for the horrific

instability

that she showers.

now the days grow short

and her time 

has drawn nigh.

she has become 

a picture of dorian

in all it's gray splendor...

and the love we had

wanes.

her beauty,

once that of an innocent 

child,

now disgusts me.

her grip 

has loosened

and i kill 

the memory of her

with

ale and spirits.

away she floats,

soon to be replaced

with another lie.

in the blink of a moment

the air was crisp and cool,

not unlike

 any other sleepy morning...

until finality slithered in.

our days,

 filled with endless

orders and demands

that don't amount 

to a hill of beans,

useless paperwork

which flows like water,

came to an abrupt halt.

we listened...

the essence of evil

had entered 

sandy's womb 

and snatched 

our children away.

she knew not 

of his coming

and opened herself

to the vile deed 

which ripped hearts

and shredded belief.

her souls 

cried out for mercy

and sang false hymns 

to shield angels 

from the fury

contained 

in a demonic wasteland.

sadistic eyes stared,

from an empty shell, 

before darkness 

consumed those

that fell

and the blood

of innocence

cried out to the heavens,

"why have thou forsaken us?"

concerning that day

and hour

we know not...

yet the mind of a madman

sealed fate,

delivering a personal hell

and memories 

frozen in time.

can you hear them?

they weep.

long wails that rise

as wisps of smoke.

they yearn for the sound

of yesterday's promises

and a warm hug.

the thundering disciplinary voice's 

and the comforting laughter

of friends...

gone in an instant.

they are no more,

still they are.

they belonged to newtown

yet they are ours

in spirit.

the tiny reminders

that life is precious

and we need look no further

than those we have been blessed with.

as you gather in the days to come,

remember them.

hear their giggles

on the cool breeze

and lift them gently in prayer.

know that the delusion

contained at the end of a barrel

meant nothing.

what he saw as death

was the beginning

of compassion 

and understanding

forever.

damon's game

  Damon looked at the number on his phone again. Yeah. He was sure he didn't know who the hell it was. He wasn't in the habit of answering unknown numbers. He had to many encounters with his ex that turned into nightmares. But this was the third time this week that the number had popped up. He was starting to feel uneasy.

 The sound of his general ringtone slammed into his ears.

 Going against all he truly believed...he answered.

  "Look...who the hell is this? I know you had to hear my voicemail. I don't know you. Stop calling!"

  He waited for some sort of answer. There had to be some sick minded individual playing a sordid game. This was it. If he had to curse them out and find a way to have their phone cut off, he would.

  "Um...is this 2777?" The voice was soft and sweet. Not what he had expected at all. The woman sounded sexy but genuinely unsure of herself and the situation.

  "Yeah...but who this?" He had to keep the hard edge just in case.

  "My name is Kandi. I've had this number for a while. It used to belong to a friend of mine. We haven't been in contact for a long time. Do you know a Robert Jones?"

  Damon chuckled and took the phone away from his ear. His devious side oozed out and he licked his lips. This just might play into his hands.

 "Ohhhh! Yeah. I know Rob! That's my nigga! We used to play ball on Saturday's at the Y! What's your name? Kandi?"

 "Yes...I'm so sorry I-"

 "Hey! It's aight. You wanna come by? He told me that you'd be callin' soon. You can wait here until he comes by. Trust me. He can be an idiot when it comes to time management. Where can I pick you up?" He was hoping she'd take the bait. Her voice was so damn sexy and inviting. The rest of her had to be just as appealing.

  "Well...sure. Why not. In fact...I'm right out side your door."

  No fucking way! He figured the sex gods were shining on him again! He pushed the end button on his cell, tossed it aside, jumped from the sofa and trotted to his apartment door. He looked carefully through the peep hole. No shit. There she was. She was wearing a black trench coat. Her hair was wet  and surrounded her gorgeous face with ringlets or curls.

  He opened the door and she smiled, revealing a set of gorgeous teeth. She licked her plump wine colored lips and walked in. Damon closed the door, never taking his eyes off her frame as she glided by. He was mesmerized. She unbuttoned the coat and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing only a black bustier, purple thong and heels. Her ample ass jiggled as she balanced her weight on one leg and bent a knee. She turned around to face him.

 "You're not Robert. But this is what we used to do..."

  Kandi slowly walked over to him, dropped to her knees and reached into the crotch of his boxers. His dick was willing and ready. It had gotten hard as she moved closer. A quick maneuver and it was out. She ran her tongue from his balls along the underside of his wood. He moaned as she took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue in circles. Her eyes blinked and fluttered as she slowly took in the length and girth of his thick tube. It was halfway in her mouth when he felt the back of her throat. He placed his hands on her head and guided her all the way down to the base of his dick.

  His moaning told her that she was making the right move. Slowly, she pulled her head backwards, leaving a thick trail of spit. It glistened and dripped down his balls onto the carpet. She opened her mouth for air and slurped the head. Their eyes met as she looked up at him. He pulled himself from her mouth and hopped out of the shorts. He positioned her head and slid back into her warm mouth and throat. The slippery feel of her lips made him pump faster. The sounds of wet, thick sex filled the air. She took her mouth away in mid stroke.

 "Fuck me."

 Damon moved her over to the sofa. He leaned her across it and pulled the thong down. He slid into her wet pussy with a long gush. Kandi looked back at him. "She talkin' to you bay. You...like that?" She cooed between strokes. Damon grunted his satisfaction and plunged deeper into her juicy snatch.

  He gripped her thick ass cheeks and pulled them apart as he pounded her soft pussy. He looked down and watched his fat dick slide in and out of her hole. She was matching him stroke for stroke. Kandi reached under her stomach and found his nut sack. She cupped and fondled it as he glided in and out. She felt herself tingling and her nipples were getting hard and sensitive. She eagerly cupped one of her breasts and sucked the nipple. That put her over the edge. She gripped the back of the sofa and slammed her ass onto Damon's surging dick.

  The next thing Damon did, sent shock waves through her body. He reached under, found her clit and rubbed as they both moaned and exploded in ecstasy.

 Damon rolled onto his back. He struggled to catch his breath as he sat smiling at Kandi. She was leaning over the sofa, her ass still poked out.

 "You're right...." She let out softly. "Role play is a muthafucka!"

krispy creme

the heat

from her silhouette

drew him,

called to him

like a beckoning urge

that needed to be scratched.

vanilla cupcake

infused skin,

supple and smooth,

met his kiss

pulling an eager tongue

along the road map

of her brown insanity.

the dip of her navel,

the mound of outer lips

that meet lips,

searching for inner lips

and the union

is complete.

hungry soul

devouring the creamy essence

which runs

in thick streams

as he licks 

and her hips grip.

she fucks his face

while he quickens the pace

to make her drown

in the ecstasy

of his carnal desires.

pink on pink

wetness

causes a salty explosion.

moans of satisfaction

rip through gritted teeth...

dwindling sighs

tell the tale of a deed

done well indeed.

the sounds of heavy breathing

unite

as hunger is quenched

but for one night.

field of dreams reloaded

how can the melody

that once caused my heart

to flutter

in anticipation,

fade into devil toothed

demons

which taunt and jest?

the touch,

so warm and inviting,

now stirs

deep regret

in the form of late night

hunger pangs

and

incessant cries 

for attention.

i cover my ears

and turn a deaf soul

to the thing

which wears your 

countenance.

to send it

into the cornfield

would be bliss.

a worn mind

can summon

no such happiness.

crushed memories

remain at the ready,

to fill the void

anger 

has created.

empty copulation

invades

as darkness

turns to morning dew.

false moans,

in the key of yesterday,

slither

through sleep laden

gray matter,

pulling wanton desires

from dead curiosity.

the deed is done.

once again

i must rise to repeat,

rise to repeat,

rise...

scratch that.

routines are good.

my life is no longer mine

it's ours.

i'd trade eternity

for an escape

from this haunting

concerto,

my kingdom

for a wish.

But the survival

of innocence

brightens the horizon. 

apple cider vinegar

the path 

to the right path

or any other path

screams

beneath a wet kiss.

disturbing dreams

of sister katrina

haunt

through visions

varnished

with 

deja,

deja,

deja-vu.

steel and concrete

monsters

bathed 

in salty tears 

while 

mechanical birds 

drop their necks

and bow 

to the majesty and power

of the Creator.

human frailty 

rears an ugly 

yet predictable head

that imagines and acts

upon the fears 

of the weak.

searching

through piles 

of yesteryear's memories...

defying the moral demand,

rooted 

in that which is right,

only to realize 

what is wanted

isn't that 

which is needed.

cries in the dark 

linger towards 

a fortnight

as hope remains vigilant

yet reality is reflected

in pools of stagnant water.

distraught mothers 

pray for deliverance

and receive 

the ultimate curse.

gray swirls

pound the right 

with droplets of rage

as eyes watch

in horrified disbelief.

yet the surf recedes

leaving the entrails

of her visit.

soon...

the snakes will slither

through their holes,

queens will mate

with the shore.

all will be as it once was.

but we will never

forget.

lost

she waits

for the appointed time

which curls 

around her intestines 

like a beautiful noose.

the footsteps

are always quiet

and paced.

one...

two...

three...

they inch 

towards her chamber 

of pink

with confidence 

and 

apathetic lust.

her disdain is disillusioned

by the sheer fact

that the warmth

is genuine love.

so she stays quiet

while vile deeds

penetrate and punish

tender emotions...

turning them

into razor fanged

memories

that long to feed

upon the fleshly sameness

that gave her life.

confusion erupts

as scintillating sensuality

pours 

from once upon a child

and a woman emerges

dressed

in the funeral regalia

of times gone black.

satanic thrusts

engorge her kitten

with seeds 

of bitterness

which will someday

feed her revenge.

but yet

cuddly caresses

ensure 

that this is normal.

creeeeeak...

the chamber is sealed

until the sordid thirst

rises once more.

sign language

her days 

and nights

meld 

into one another

creating the monster

she refuses to see.

apathetic cries

sleep

just beneath the surface

and writhe

with fervor

as they try to escape

the ineptitude 

of those who have eyes

but yet 

no eyes.

soft flesh

tattered and torn

to please the insatiable 

lust

that lurks 

whenever she walks

among the living.

white coat

induced slumber

while the reality

present in dreams

overtakes and stumbles.

the cold hands,

slithering 

into the forefront

and shattering

her screams to be whole.

verbal barrage

smothering the intent

that was once

innocence...

now lost in the fire

to be consumed

with any shred

of moral or mental

decency.

she weeps

and 

weeps.

praying 

for her moment

of deliverance

that never

comes.

slip and slide

wet outside,

wet inside 

and

wet all around.

enraptured

by warm sensations

flooding past

desire upon desire

as we twist and slosh

through 

the indulgent sighs

of our lust.

alternating 

grips and groans

while fever pitch

insanity

plays

hide and seek

with dueling libidos.

hard meets soft

in a tango

of pink and red

designed 

to deliver 

quivers 

down ecstatic endings

which explode

in 

premature yet precise

trickles

of therapeutic

thunder.

"you must be this tall."

salty and sweet

is the fruit

we produce.

we have captured 

the essence

of the sea

and laid our souls bare

beneath the waves of wonderment.

the watcher

the word 

came swift 

and sure.

cutting like a knife,

leaving 

in it's wake

a trail like no other.

sweeping devastation

which sat 

upon his shoulders

and feasted upon his dreams.

surely 

this was a nightmare

engulfed by insanity,

regurgitated 

in disbelief

and finally embraced

through countless shots of jack.

faded and worn

ghosts,

times come and gone

that linger

on lips 

that should have done better.

growing hatred

seething 

with the intensity

only shared by blood.

nothingness

mired in the consequences

of laughter and smiles

taken for granted.

the smell of grass

on a crisp summer's eve

whisking

through the cobwebs

donned

by middle aged regret

yet fanned 

by the solace

of a few final moments.

longing 

for the crack of the bat,

the feel of pigskin

and covered eyes

that ended with tickles.

tick,tock

goes the days

and bittersweet existence 

is no more.

the waiting is over,

the pain is lifted.

rounding the diamond...

home 

is but a million light years

away,

even though

it felt like yesterday.

the curious case of tantric taste buds

carefully selected

and chosen

for the sole purpose

of oral satisfaction,

a choice 

made in heaven.

succulent,

juicy,

an absolute delight 

for the senses.

she made sure

that her fingers

gently kneaded

and rubbed 

life

into the limp member.

the appearance

of silky red

ran across

plump kissers

and she imagined 

how good 

it would be

in her mouth.

FLIP!

an encounter 

with the other side

caused a moan

of satisfaction

and anticipation.

it would be 

at least half an hour

before they start their dance

into blissful

indulgence.

she waited

with bated breath

and tossed salad

in the meantime.

low and slow

led to finger licking

as burnt brown 

sugar

enters the realm

of no return.

slurps

and burps

tell a tale 

encased 

in salivating enjoyment.

el amor que nunca fue

funny...

when i looked into your eyes

on that fateful day,

there was no hint 

of utter disaster.

the only thing 

which stood proud

 and prominent

seemed to be the promise

of  eternity.

but who is here

to care for me

when the hurt surrounds

like predators

waiting to devour 

any residue

that was left?

can i

roll over

 to the warm spot

that still whispers your name

and plead my case?

or must i

take solace

in the fact

that you once gave me

empty vouchers

for yesterday's love?

the tears

have turned bitter...

once the sole reminder

that kept remorse

from rotting

our memories.

but now that i see no use

in the redeeming value

brought on by thinking,

i gladly surrender

and give my sanity

to the wind.

for the truth

will always remain

stagnant

within the walls

of my soul.

the hooded spectre and groovy dude

zoinks!

where are you?

the dear to me days 

of nostalgic laughter

have slithered

into the nether regions

inhabited 

by the hoarse cries

spewed from grape monkeys.

snaggled lions

and inch high detectives

roam about,

searching for the door

that will lead them

to prominence

once more.

cute sidekicks

and overly endowed 

womanly animation

whisper their desires

while i formulate plans

to see them all.

"don't forget us...we're here."

yet all that remains

are the bones 

of an art form

once revered.

stilted movement

encased by insane plots.

so few are worthy...

they carry the seed of a new world

formulated in apathy

and forged in grief.

what say you 

to this brave new generation

deprived of the joy 

once known 

every six days?

modern stone age

triggers

shouts and giggles

that no longer resonate 

with the network crowd.

i search,

i surf

until my fancy

indulges in that which is pure.

dance of the light fantastic

listen...

hear the invisible

turmoil

that cries out

begging to be replaced

as the owner of my heart.

eternal salt lines

caked and at the ready

to be questioned

about the rationale

which is my being.

emotionless stares

into the depths

of a meager 

existence

while my soul shouts

phrases

drenched in hallelujah

hoping,

needing,

wanting the interaction

to be real.

a tangible impossibility

that kisses

my depression

and soothes 

the savage desire...

to give in.

burdened in black,

hoovering with droplets 

of pain,

the One of ancient

is my covering

so alone

i strive.

treading temptation

while being the mirror

for things expected,

my walk upon water

is tepid...

but much is required

to break free

from that which binds

belief.

and on the 6th day

ladies 

and 

gentlemen!

carnival barker

back door libido cries out

to hark her

desire for the morning wood.

the scintillating escapades

waiting to be borne

as coffee perks,

he slowly jerks

and the dog yawns 

in the corner.

a hint of gray

peeks through 

half open blinds

but the day ahead

is farthest from their minds

since five 

have been laid to rest.

java

jolts their resolution

so the only solution

is to climb 

back into bed,

indulge in simultaneous head

until the rooster crows

and the kitty knows

that a wet spot

is not far behind.

so the day's start

is put on hold 

as bodies writhe 

to heights untold.

canine injection

comes 

with sighs of affection...

she can feel it,

he can feel it

but can they deal with

the mounting eruption

that lies ahead?

she tells him to hurry

as the moans begin

and he thrusts again

sending jolts of pleasure

through her brain.

joe gets spilled

but the heat can't compare

to the cream filling

she ingested.

on the ave

bright lights,

big city.

she was promised 

the time

of her life

and the call had come through.

just a getaway

for the girls...

neon hues

burning

 in pastels and flats

streaming in waves

as the stretch

glided slowly

and effortlessly.

chilled champagne

with 

soft music while in the middle lane,

set the tone

for the night's activities.

something naughty,

with devious proclivities,

destined

to make her swoon

under the pale

 full moon.

the line had never been crossed

yet this was the moment 

she'd heard so much about.

she would be had

and in an instant

be glad 

they chose to indulge.

stop,glide,stop

and into the car

someone did hop,

ready to make the encounter

a delicious memory

for any to see.

lips kissed lips

and sugar coated lips

found lips

as the director

smiled with glee.

contacted earlier,

he knew this was a place

he'd love to be.

undulating passions

colored by a pulsating beat...

fingers, tongues, hands

all working 

to soothe the rampant heat

from deep within.

the pulse of the city goes on.

yet the heartbeat

of friendship

has taken a skydive 

into lust's lair.

in a shiny black banger

they bang

like wet scissors 

until throaty moans escape

and hungry 

mouths

nibble needy necks nape.

the sound of silence

sings like fire

and the deed is done.

they are no longer two

but one.

the pulse of the city goes on...

accompanied 

by the sighs

of a promise well kept.

beep, beep.

waterfalls

she looked at him

with fire in her eyes.

not the red devil

flame 

showcasing 

timid ordinary lust,

but a blistering blue

that seared 

the inner edges

of his want.

she straddled 

with a skill

learned from years 

in the making.

this moment 

would shatter his libido

and even though

he was used to her flow

there'd be no out,

nowhere for him to go.

the plan was daring...

but not so much

as the night 

they considered sharing.

inch by inch

she took him in

savoring the girth

while he moaned,

for all it was worth.

a nice steady pace to start the show

then a slow shift 

into turbo

and away she goes.

pumping and grinding

like a hydraulic jack

but paying close attention

to the sensitivity

of his sack.

follow the bouncing balls

to the sugary walls

which clench and drench

with hot magma

that sprays like water

as he holds her by the waist.

an arched back

and sighs that pierce

like musical daggers,

bring down more

of the creamy elixir

they had been chasing.

a steady stream 

 soaks the bed

as she slowly climbs down

to use her head.

she had always wanted to do it

and he said there was nothing to it.

this time

she had taken 

her time 

because the other times

just weren't 

the right time.

she was in control

and that made the difference.

looking up at him,

she smiled

and used her tongue.

there would now 

be more encounters like this

and they can all end

in soaking bliss.

wax and weltz

they said it was fine

and very appropriate. 

to do so was an honor... 

i like to watch. 

so the evening routine

was replaced  

by cries of painful passion 

as i sipped my cognac
  with feet elevated. 

the ceremony was short and sweet 

strawberries and chocolate 

placed on a platter, 

for me to eat. 

i looked on 

as blood bonded 

and emotions soared. 

her curvaceous thickness 

would never leave one bored. 

then the attack, 

fast and furious. 

with swift desire, 

he did toss her supple frame 

onto the mattress 

for the start of blissful hell. 

with lights dim and her assets bare, 

he began to lick and suck each cheek 

as if i weren't there. 

her moans of pleasure 

seeped past the rubber ball 

and i did desire, 

wanted to inquire, 

as the need in me 

built to a raging fire, 

if it were possible
  to experience a taste. 

but i said 

i just like to watch 

in haste. 

the blackness
  of collar and cuff 

against their shades of brown 

sent waves crashing through my mind. 

the flicker, 

caused by candle in hand, 

changed the shadows 

and pulled a long purr 

from deep within her soul. 

red heat ran rampant
  over her ass and back 

while he positioned himself 

and slid in with skillful knack. 

he thrust with a fervor 

that shook her bottom
  with each stroke. 

she grabbed the sheets 

and matched his rhythm, 

he poured more wax
like hot scarlet jism. 

the candle burned out, 

unlike their lust. 

he laid the tarnished taper aside 

and gave her round brown 
  a solid whack. 

she yelped  
letting out a series of sighs 

as sugar and cream
  oozed down her thighs. 

i wondered 

if she could see me
  through the blindfold she wore. 

 would she see my naughty grin 

harboring the devious desire 

of wanting to see this again.