bounce

birthday boy

was in for the time

of his score and five 

years.

the office 

was just a speed bump.

the real work

was about to go down

with the assistance

of decadent delights

designed 

by those he trusted.

neon hot,

the sweat dripped 

and hands were wrung

in nervous anticipation.

his cherry 

was about to explode.

popped tops

on bottles of ciroc

flowed endlessly

until the main event...

dimmed lights

screamed her arrival

and she strutted

like the prized stallion of yore.

her intro blasted

with bass beats

and delicate

sweetening

that made the eyes roam,

men's mouths foam

and women moan

because they wanted her too.

she owned the stage

as every curve

and dip of her 

mocha honey

made the lookers

toss that money...

and it rained 

as she reigned.

"git.git,git,git,

git on the dance floor!"

he had never seen 

a sexy girl like her

and roger agreed

ooh-ooh-wee.

he watched 

as she swayed her hips

jumped on the pole

and puckered her lips

to blow a kiss

only for him.

tag team...

she couldn't be touched

so a deal was made.

two girls were paid

and dance on his lap

they did

until he jerked and jizzed.

ooh-ooh-wee!

she leaned over, 

licked the pole

and sashayed

off

into a fade to black

as her assets

thanked him

for coming.

how deep

fourteen...

that was the number

that marked my existence

when it hit me.

that warbled bass line,

syncopated guitar chops

and smooth silky soul.

i was in the back seat 

of my brother's 

banana yellow

'69 cutlass supreme,

on the road to nowhere,

when you sang

about how much she meant

to you.

all the lies and heartache,

the pain 

that you endured

just to love someone 

until you died.

you were talkin'

to me.

my young ears

gobbled up the hurt

like biscuits and gravy.

for i was in the same situation

as you~

love struck and confused.

a new york mining disaster

of sorts.

yet you pulled me out

with ease.

a switch that had me

snapping and bobbing

to the fever pitch 

of a saturday night

and wandering,

when the time was right,

how deep her love for me 

really was.

hugging bell bottoms

and fly collar shirts,

straight hair or afros

on the girls in mini skirts.

your signature was there,

soaring high in falsetto 

echos

that had us all abuzz...

your reflection

must have been lonely

and beckoned 

for your companionship.

twins are so close...

they have that love until you die

relationship

that you sang so well.

the flowing locks,

tight harmony

and 

haunting melodies

will always remain.

oh my friend,

you'll never know

what you meant to me.

summer breeze

life is a waterfall...

pouring indefinitely,

yet definite,

in the determination

of our lives.

the pieces

which represent yesteryear,

are fleeting.

memories entrenched

in musical messages

leave us sweet images

which we cherish

as a refreshing wisp

on a scorching day...

her sultry voice

on a summer night~

erotic and enticing.

laying peacefully,

wanting to be wrapped

in the essence of one.

she told me it was normal

to have love for you.

that soothed my mind

and set me free.

your bad girl status

was of no concern.

you had what i wanted

i had what you needed

spend on you

i did indeed...

the Queen

said all was noble,

so i obeyed

the golden toned diva.

life is a waterfall...

and hers began to run dry.

denial into legendary walls

brought tears of doubt.

the light began a gradual fade

to gray.

she heard the calls

from those flying before her.

they came from near and far.

her services were required

on high.

Etta, Whitney and Donna

a homecoming

in three part harmony.

don't forget the capezio's...

Michael saved the last dance

for you.

that's when you knew

that long march 

to the squat bush...

tears rolling,snot bubbling.

it had to be 

sturdy and strong.

the sound 

had to cut through thin air

and leave your skin

crawling with pain

upon contact.

that's when you knew

she couldn't love you.

denying 

that piece of cake,

pushing away 

and doubting 

that lover

who was yours to take,

throwing heels

that defied gravity

to find the hardness

of your head.

that's when you knew

she couldn't love you.

not buying that outfit

or those gold colored

chuck taylor's

you saw on everyone's feet.
food that tasted good
monday
but having it everyday
until next sunday.

a negative remark

at every turn...

she had to be the devil's daughter.

yet when 

there was no one

to dry your tears

after that lover beat you,

she was there.

when you put on pounds

from the german chocolate,

she told you 

how beautiful

you'd become.

when you disciplined

her grand entrance,

the sound of her voice

made you shiver...

because it came from you.

the temptation

of buying into the joneses

and becoming
a carbon copy...
it never crossed your mind.
feeding hungry little mouths,
on next to nothing,
was a simple reciprocal,recipe
while her words
rang out in your soul.
now as she sits
regally
with pepper and platinum
streaks,
you realize
 it was all because
she does love you.
a sacrifice of friendship
for respect,
that made you the person
you are today.

the plight of little peach

the price was set,

yet the look

of stone upon his face

was never broken.

nine sharp 

or he would no longer consider

being a savior.

the crisp,clean lines 

and edges 

of armani

told

komomo 

all she needed to know.

there would be no time 

for sorrow.

she walked through

the marketplace

eyeing tasty treats

and sweet meats

while visions of a golden sunset

gently reminded little peach

of nocturnal necessities.

brilliant lies

had gotten her thus far

but the encounter ahead

would soon turn childhood

into a woman

and allow her to feed

a weeping future.

her stomach roared

while her heart pounded

silent screams

that drowned out the reality 

of her emptiness.

"you will be nothing."

abandonment and shame...

yet she had to be something

for them.

she mouthed the rules

as she walked into the devil's den.

white faced

for a special event,

forty-two kay yen.

was it enough?

 more honor

would be left at the door

as she disrobed.
"anata wo shiawase ni agetai desu."
a wicked grin
spread across his face.
she was on time
and wanted to make him happy.
all he wanted
was his money's worth
before the horrendous smelling incense
burns out.

automatic

she waited 

until the fire in her belly

roared with unimaginable anger.

this habit he had

of toying 

with the flame

had to end.

midday phone calls,

while he inquired 

about the details, 

that would 

send shivers 

along the base of her spine.

the sounds of business as usual

in the background

while he waxed the wood

and listened 

to her moan in stereo.

a quick promise

would lead to fantastic

fantasies

drenched in indescribable

tendencies

that she dare not change...

because she likes it.

the minute hand

would pull the hour hand

and the delay

always seemed to land

her in need.

speed cop, nurse.

this time paris 

would set the scene 

as he walked in.

but nevermore

kissed her psyche

once more,

pushing the desire for touch

through the roof.

soft egyptian

cradled her thighs,

she closed her eyes

and entered the region

traveled by shakes and quakes.

all at once

her back arches 

like the golden copy

and she is served...

thick and juicy.

ding-dong,ding-dong

her noble steed arrives

but she has started without riding him.

but that will be rectified

when he sees

the invitation

she wears.

minuet in g major

she felt 

the look in his eyes.

it burned with a scalding

ache

that pierced her soul

and created 

mountains

that needed to be climbed.

the dinner

was just formality

for what she had wanted

since he arrived late.

her agenda matched his

so the check was agreed upon.

lady cab driver

peering

and smiling,

as the night glides by.

sensation starts 

in the yellow lane

and spills onto the street

as jackson 

needs no change.

it pours.

there's something sexy

about rain...

so the front stoop

beckons

to the beat

of no refrain.

hand up skirt,

finding soft and wet

while the heavens release

drip,drip~

she proceeds with no regret.

the neighbors are watching,

from the building next door

but their lust is in control

he doesn't care anymore.

her lips part

as his tongue

finds 

sweet release.

lower the search goes

until lips meet lips.

horizontal and vertical

foursome

unite in a hurricane of frenetic

want.

soaking in the residue

of the dastardly deed,

they collapse exhausted

while raindrops

wash away

any remaining guilt.

i saw your face

i saw your face,

fleeting and serene.

a testimony

to the devotion

that flowed from my heart

when

i heard

your heart...

it took on the shape

of all i wanted

yet i knew you not

in the form 

that so many are used to.

we talked 

and talked

of those things you would do.

how you would

change the very fiber

of this hell

we inhabit~

the dawn 

of a new me

as twilight 

engulfed what i had become.

you were the embodiment

that i shied from

yet the release

my soul yearned for.

but fate 

has a fickle sense

of humor.

the pain was unbearable

as i felt you

pouring out of me.

from the depths 

i cried out...

my pleas became

screams 

that begot questions

which had no sensible answer

and you were gone.

the smile, 

that i never saw,

was snatched away

leaving me with the image

of what could have been...

i saw your face

and you were me.

tangled tan

sweat,

so wet and piston hot,

dripping profusely

from the tip

of your nose 

as you work

the pole.

you dance like a tigress

in the throws

and purr

like a kitten

that knows

her moment of truth

is just around the bend.

lift it up 

and slide it down

that ass

is a work of art

so round and brown.

the heat 

we generate

is a check it

and see

gauge...

one hundred and three

and rising

as we change

and you look back

at me.

i smack the bread

and watch it jiggle,

watch it wiggle

but this ain't

jell-o

as we finagle

the next round of brazilians.

the arch of your back

calls out to me

and i answer

with saturated

redness

that inhales

salty sweetness.

i listen to satisfaction

escape

pomegranate lips

and land 

on the psyche

of my voracity.

you tumble down

and soon

i'm following after.

surrogate sensations

voices,

loud and wild,

drove her from the shadow

of safety

and into the welcoming 

night.

anger was the catalyst

but pain 

would be the ignition

for her desires.

she drove

with furious speed

throwing wind 

into the face of caution,

racing 

to do the daring deed

that would calm her nerves

once more.

she fell

into arms

soft and sweet...

laced with the perfume

of times past,

they explored.

vertical and horizontal

lips

meet in a wet embrace

that sends chills,

warm and moist,

through pleasure peaks

firm with anticipation.

her tender tongue

teased a need

for total

tantalization.

faster and faster,

pussycat

flutters 

lady in the boat

while torrid scenes

pull sighs

from their throats.

she must forget,

she must not regret

the reason

her climax explodes

before womanly eyes

leaving salty trails

on creamy thighs.

gin and juice

dulls the senses

yet the reason she came

was to come

and that she did.

but naked laments 

fill their souls

as the reason for the

encounter

remains the same.