CD-RW (Compact Disc-ReWritable)

Have you ever wondered who thought of CD’s to have the option to Rewrite over them?

Had that inventor thought of life like a re-write or wished life would have that option?

 If it was an option would we really ever learn from mistakes, if we can just

rewrite the script that left either an open wound, or a door closed.

How would you rewrite parts in your life? Where would you start and finish?

Would that redefine your identity and change your whole personality as it is now?

Who knows... Maybe we are given the taste, the playful ability of the meaning of

Re-Write.. by the creator, the mastermind behind the invention... because Rewriting over

your favorite song, or the one that has lost it’s grips that once held your heart in your hand... is after all

a whole lot easier, had we been given that ability to Rewrite our life....story. 

I ache for you....

This is simply natural

Sinfully justifiable

Erotically Suspended

the way I ache for you.

A tantalus desire

for your body sovereignty

devouring every inch of me

Till limbs are limp

wishing moment's lasted

longer.

Flexing muscles

between thighs

tightening to hold in

this rapture

leaving prolific imagery

grasping, sliding into abyss

boundaries fading

knees quivering

reediting censorship between

truth and fiction,

a sexual liberation that is captivating

the sent of love making settling on

sweaty skin, fondling

the lust within.

Thought provoking

engraving memories

any place that accept

this infatuation

as if were unveiling a

prelude of secrets.

Exulting sensual touches

till we translate the depth of

our love making..

I ache..... for you.

SweetNess.

If these walls could talk.... Part 2

If these walls could talk
would they mention the 
time you stripped for me
forcefully I turned you around 
and spread your legs 
fingers intertwined 
breast pressed against the wall 
hushing moans, while silence spoke volume 
your..... thighs throbbing
slightly collapsing as I spread your ass cheeks
aspiration explicates..... parted lips, 
I whisper.... don't be nervous
can you stomach this 
my hand's manipulate feeling 
till your unsure of where your at 
elucidate this oral sex, 
till your positions are patent
I'm married......to satisfaction 
my tongue don't stop till it has spasm's 
and your volcano erupt 
my lips cup under your yoni
swallowing the essence that dripped 
down your inter thighs 
paint chips under nails from clawing
subliminally finding all your pleasure point
till your mind is disarrayed, vision blurred 
fantasies disillusioned
but were not through yet 
from the wall to my bedroom 
I guided you to what would 
become the sins of our passions, 
the gluttony of the moment, 
the desires of our banquet...
craving the unusual
she was yearning for more, 
her yoni tightened, 
anticipating my next move
trembled with suspense 
as her body laid poised, 
wrist strapped to my head board
blind folded 
ankles bound by sheet's tied together 
moan's mirror echo's 
back arching showing pleasure 
collapsing under my control 
melting onto my hand, 
as I...... slide....inside her
my fingers retracing her virginity 
till eye's rolled 
uncontrollable jerking 
rippled effects of forceful orgasm
insufflate the aroma of sweat and sex
my tongue...... thrusting 
against walls of ecstasy
semantically, capturing desires
 along erratic heart beats 
succulent nipples displaying
excitement by their erectness 
intensifying passionate kisses 
her essence melting in the 
fabric's of my sheets 
yoni palpitate, as my lips taste 
the sweetness of whip cream 
I put...... on...... your....... body  .........

If these walls could talk they would say... ..Mmmmmmm. 

SweetNess 
2010

A Lover's Essence

were in primitive form

nuanced narrations of

love making while

building suspense

beyond just basic lust

fueled with desire that

passionately embrace us,

unconstrained

that our shadow's radiance

become one.

leaving tantalizing images

of different positions

that manifest,

teaching us lesson’s

of the beauty of love making

is not just about sex…but redefining it.

When bare moans softly whisper

I.... need... more...

mind.... melt... like rain drops

and her essence enraged with flavor

bursting on the pallet of your tongue....

hormones unstable like water, dissertating

with each touch

Your lips' harmonize at the touch of her

flesh pressed upon them,

a sound produced by passionate lovers

placing images like souvenirs, in your

mental scrapbook... reminiscing never been

this easy.

I'm providing a  platform, to

Interrogate caged fantasies, imagination

has no boundaries, it’s all about...... pleasure.

Creating melodies to the ardent of passion,

Lust, sensuality, and spiritual complicity..

A true art of reinventing, love making... 

~SweetNess~ 

2010

Parting her pink pedals to consume her nectar

ingers caress outlines of throbbing lips 

each one greets the wetness

in my mouth, As my tongue anxiously waits

to dance with the pedals on her flower.

Indescribable rhythm.

Only in perfect unison.

A yearning deeper then the canal river.

Each stroke thrashing with her movement.

Inhaling her air filled with lust

holding her athletic hips tightly to my face

as my tongue

parts her pink pedals, oooh what beauty  

 strategically open for me to lick, 

descending and ascending my tongue deeper, 

touching each wall of abyss  

Like a bee in search of its nectar, 

and I’ve found it. 

Moan’s chanting.

Her eye’s focusing on my every move

closing only to welcome uncontrollable

pleasure... 

Ascending my Tongue To kiss her thighs...

Yes, I like to tease her..  With this oral foreplay...

I can go longer than a vibrator

Return your double A’ batteries 

I’m relentless, tongue glides from her

landscape along snug curve to

her breast firm like mountain’s

waiting for my tongue to claim its peak 

lips cupped her aroused nipple

slightly tugging/ creating circular motions

with my tongue that hasn't tasted anything, 

This….. perfect....yet

my mouth saturated ....with excitement

accepting invitation her body printed...    

as memories form reflection we can put on repeat… .................................when she recuperates.. 

SweetNess 

2010

Subdued by her fragrance

Subdued by her fragrance

mesmerized by the way she uses her lips

tantalizing touches, crane arched,

decorated with sweat, as sheet's stick

in between exhausted limbs. Bitting lips, while

waves flow.

Hot moist air to the point of suffocating

beneath exposed breast, clasping upon my chest

pulse throbbing, tongue sliding deeper into her abyss

moan's hang on full lips, thicker than cement

Finger's stalking each movement

body tremble at the peak of eruption

Ripe for the picking as I bite into her

Ass, softly.. mouth saturated with her

wetness, digesting a little of her each

obliterate moment..to keep her flavor

brooding sense, anticipation taking human form

cradling her in my arms

till limb's goes weak, exposed skin,

hide under sheet's.

as collective sketches of love making

replay masquerading with submission

while eye lid's close....

Imagine That

Imagine that….
Word’s I say can have you moist
Ur mind exhilarated by the thought of me romancing your
body from the front to the back….


Imagine that,
I start with your breast, till I'm licking the star in ur ass..
changing your ordinary to extraordinary before
you say babe... I'm about to cum..


Imagine that…
can you stomach just how deep I can go with these two fingers..


Can... you...imagine....that?

I didn't think so...

I give a new meaning to the word, Missionary,
Just relax….And let your body tell me
The confessions that my tongue will resurrect.

Imagine that…
what I can do to you
Studying each move, till I pass this test.
Work it like I’m…off my leash…unedited
Giving you the full meal deal, with out the calories


Imagine that….
we role play switching positions,
memories Catching every angle,
so we can press replay..