DEAD SILENCE

 DEAD SILENCE

Peeling off chemise strap, letting it fall haphazardly

Tender brushes sweeping aside your soft flowing mane

Nape exposed, irresistible morsel to a vampire were I one

Exploratory caresses eliciting gentle flushing of thy warm flesh

Fingernails stroking . . . trailing from chin to collarbone

Availing myself of you like a creature of the night

Your jugular vein a most tempting target indeed

Pulsing erratically whilst my tongue lingers, lick-sucking softly

Eyes closed, biting bottom lip, fingers balled up in a fist

Bosom heaving slightly. . .  Ain’t self-betrayal a bitch!!

Indulge thyself, resist not what we both know to be true

Writhe to the rapture dwelling deep within your licentious loins

Written all over, why don’t thoust cave in to the surreality of it all

Searing gazes reflecting forbidden sensual images in your eyes

Head thrown back in defiance, your glares merely a turn-on

Hands pinned by your side, yearning to break free the tenuous spell

Struggles be in vain, for no denying the pleasure sorely craved

Body bantering with me to and fro in a battle of sexual strife

Allow me to free you of said self-denial to which you’re enslaved

Dare entrust thine sexual soul to the most devious of devices   

See these hands; nay lips and mouth as them I unfurl

Tantric tongue’d strikes bring I to bear with full carnal fury

Lashes fluttering, Teeth clenched, Nails digging deep into my thighs

Anticipation of where next my ravenous lips shall take you

Feel your senses reeling, slipping slowly into darkness

Subtle scent of myrrh and man-musk overwhelming

Pulling me closer, face buried amidst my chest

Silence . . . Succumbing . . . Silence . . . Surrendering . . .

Sudden diminution of consciousness causing near blackout

Dead silence save sweet whispers escaping thine pursed lips

Dead silence . . .

INTRIGUE d’AMOUR

INTRIGUE d’AMOUR

He stealthily stepped in through the westside door
A mask distinctly of alabaster white pearl he wore
Emblazened upon his chest the symbol of the royal de’ fleur
With a haughty swagger, all did he ignore
Waving off those who would his company implore
From afar, the women did him adore
Their jaws a droppin’ to the floor
Turning around, seeking why there wast such fervor
I must know who he is one debutante swore
She smirked… look at the trifling cooing lil’ whores
Ready to peel off their underskirts as If to gain his favor
How the brazen hussies she did abhor

He stopped suddenly, deep black eyes upon her bosom he bore
He said not a word, his ungloved hand beckoning rapport
A vague sense of familiarity overcame her, like a mystical allure
The gentle touch uponst her cheek spoke of unrequited amour
Somewhere, somehow have their paths crossed before
His courtiers were heard to say ‘We must make haste your Honor.’
How wrong was she to think him an oafish boor
Her cheeks flushed crimson red, like a maiden so pure
Whilst walking off, he whispered later your services shall I procure

Disappeared with his royal entourage did he behind the green door
As the evening turned to night, the Lord called for his Lady du’jour
Protest as she might, she realized he wast exercising the ritual of carnal de’jure
Only recently had she learned of this ancient rite, as it wast so obscure
Trembling, she feigned defiance… determined to show him she be no whore
Nodding to Horatio, ‘Leave us be, and the palace grounds please secure.’

She sensed a most unusual night wast she about to endure
Towering over her five foot curvaceous frame,
He found one of him not so enamoured…
Possessed wast she more of murderous thoughts most impure

His back turned, off came his white mask for a red one
Removing his royal garb, buck nakkid save his mask…
the view washing away her rancour
She gasped, for it was he…her dream man…
He who caused her to fervently masturbate behind closed doors
With a complexion so dark and smooth, she knew him to be a fellow Moor
Following his cue, let fall did she her binding haute coutoure’
Revealing a physique he would gladly wage war for…
Finger tapping his chin, daymmm had she curves galore
Smiling, he led her to his sumptious and cavernous mirrored boudoir
Turned her upside down, drank he lustily. . . quaffing her luscious pucce'd liquer
  
With blood rushing to her head, all control she lost…
succumbing to the charms of his tongued grandeur
Exploding all over his face, so voluminous was her vulvic downpour
Had her howling like a she-were roaming the infamous Scottish moors
Now fully understood she her dreams…. for this rite of passage…
wast solely for her pleasure
From this day forward, carnal royalty would be they both forever more

@2010 March

CE QU'UN FREAK!!

She awoke, feeling relaxingly groggy

Peering into the mirror, oh what a sight was she

Hair tousled, lips bare of their soft sheen

Lingering scent of man-musk & Burberry permeated bed linens

Sweeping back her raven locks, she just smiled

His sexy soothing quiet storm voice echoing inside her head

Hard to fathom the way her body he had treated

Like an out-of-body experience ... felt so ethereal, surreal

Sat up, bed linens curled about her, musing the past eve’s moments

The earlier phone sex conversation a mere prelude

Growled the nastee acts he’d do, nearly took her breath away

From head to toe and every nook & cranny he’d explore

36D’d nipples in eye-poking mode and pussy wett like Niagra Falls

Sheer anticipation of what wickedness the eve would parlay into

Adorned in aqua blue boyshorts with matching baby tee

Dancin’ in mirror to mix of Adina Howard’s “Tease/Nasty Grind”

Caught up in self-pleasure, aroused by the lyrics

Unawares of the latch key turning . . . or was she

Head slightly cocked as he entered, stood there with a salacious grin

Watched whilst she bent slightly over, hands on hips

Stuck finger in her mouth. . . sucked as if it be his dick

Thought he, darest she know what shall be unleashed tonight

Wasted no time once he moved away from the door

No words uttered as he lifted her off the floor

Pinned against the wall, hands intertwined

Curled those lithe leggs round his waist for support

Her petite frame no match for his gentle strength

She bit his bottom lip, Sucked uponst his chin

Her fat mons venus straddling his burgeoning bulge

The friction overwhelming, panties now soaked from grinding

“Fuck m! Fuck m' koulye! ” she whispered, teeth-sucking his earlobe

Ignored the pleas and slipped betwixt dem aching thighs

Only the cool breeze wisping her throbbing clyt revealed his intent

Deftly came off her boyshorts, talk about having skillz

With an act meant more to shock and arouse versus intimidate

Into his mouth went they, licked and sucked before her eyes

Tossed them over his shoulders, tongue swirling as he licked his lips

Astonishment fell over her face. . . “Ce qu'un freak!!”

Ne’er had she been exposed to such blatant wantonness

Suspense wracked her, wondering what next would transpire

One hand upon her stomach kept her pressed against the wall

The other grasped dem meaty thighs, spreading them wide

Stroked them whilst over his left shoulder she slowly draped one legg

Sexual trepidation invoked earlier. . . turned now to arousal

Ample bosom peeked out from her baby tee, nipples straining fabric

Delectable dew drops of pucce creme glistened. . . body’s betrayal

Sexual sacrifice on his oral altar would she soon become

Trailed one finger in a tantric glide alongst her mons venus

Kiss-fucked her rosebud. . . tongue twirling, teasingly torturous

Back arched, hips dipped. . . gave him full access to dat pucce’d gem

               

Wasted no opportunity, dove deeper. . .nearly touching her g-spot

“Fuck m! pa kanpe!” she cried out in her sultry Creole

As if her petite physique had transformed into one of an Amazon

Python grip constrictions roundst his neck caught him off guard

Tumbled backwards, their arms and legs bracing their fall

On his back now, her hands clenched his smoothly shorn head

Slid back onto his mouth and goatee’d chin, soft hairs a ticklin’

Rode roughshod his face like it was a sybian, holding onto dear life

He peered up, she glanced down. . . her lips pursed, biting them

Wast nary a word uttered as their eyes bespoke all that need be said

Reached behind and open-palm smacked her tight curvy azz

Sting a distraction as he eased one, then two fingers between her cheeks

Enthralled by the brazenness displayed, she couldn’t help herself

“Pi plis, Sèm!” Leaned back, wanted him to push deeper and deeper

Body telegraphed pleasure felt, fucked faster his fingers and mouth

Here wast he turning her out, exposing her inner freak

Surges of carnal electricity coursed throughout, ready to implode

No more could she restrain the ocean of orgasms welling up

Shugawalls Exploding. . . Gushing. . . Squirting. . .    

His tongued tsunami swept away that dismal abyss called abstinence

Collapsed unto his chest, immersed all over in their sex-sweat

Stroked his bald head, slipping her fingers in his mouth

Mattered not her honey cunt d’creme oozed all over them

Leaned in and kissed those most talented of lips

Reveled in her heady succulence, No wonder he stayed down “south”

Ever observant, he chuckled slightly at her reaction

Brushing aside the hair from her face, stroked her cheek

“Ki se sanzatann a kounye a?” uttered he

Glowing. . .she coyly smirked, “Gen okenn kòmantè”

. . .  Gen okenn kòmantè

MAINTENANCE MAN AGENCY, INC.

The Maintenance Man Agency is no more

Like a private dick of old, I’m closing these doors
Time to hang up my tools of the trade
Dildos, Whips, ‘Cuffs, Blindfolds, Wax, Buttplugs
Amongst many other pleasuring sordid sexual wares
Seems the game hast vastly changed
Can’t afford the emotional attachments. . . wasn't part of the deal
Since when did sex equate to love. . . sigh

Hung on my wall, a favorite military mantra
Feed ‘em, Fuck ‘em, Forget ‘em
Chuckling at an old head’s advice from long ago
I recalled looking at him like he was nuts recounting his stories
“Heed my words young buck; No more, no less!”
“Remember, for you it’s just a fuck”
“Get in, get out; else you’ll soon run out of luck”
“When you hear the word love or any semblance there of. . .”
“Best time you cut the ties, and fade out of sight”

Well guess what, I too, have had similar sexual battle lore
Let’s see, from nails dug deep in my flesh. . . to
Rope burns, rug burns, bite marks . . . don’t ask
Even got one from a bullet wound. . . fortunately it just grazed me
Result of being stalked by a lesbian’s lover no less
Accused me of turning her gurl out. . . smirking, I confess doing her, too!!

Many a horny freakettes given “maintenance” over the years
Role playing, “Greeking,” Light S&M, Exhibitionism, Foodplay
Let’s just say they dabbled, I delved. . . broke in many a filly
Yeah, wast no shame in my game. . . it’s a wonder I’m still alive
Picking up my lil’ black book, toss it in the box

As I’m about to step out, the phone rings
Caller ID says Ms. Freak Galore. . .
Tempted to pick up, but instead let it go to voicemail
Walking out, I hear the answering service reply
“Ladies, this number’s no longer in service”
And a soft sultry voice cries. . . “But I need my weekly maintenance fix”
Tipping my hat in deference, ‘Sorry my, dear. . . Sorry'
Turning out lights, close the door behind me

MAINTENANCE MAN, O' MAINTENANCE MAN

Maintenance Man, O’ Maintenance Man
Understand you’ve a Doctorate’s in Freakology
With sub-degrees in Egyptian Sexual Ankhing, Kama Sutra, Tantra,
I’ve heard various monikers applied to you and your freakish methodology
Coochjie Carpentry, Hammering Handywork, Pulsating Plumbing

Apparently your talents have I underestimated
It’s rumoured many consider you the E.F. Hutton of Sexual Seduction
Upon entering a room you utter little if no words at all,
Preferring to let their ecstatic cries reverberate off the walls
The echoing moans thus announcing your ethereal presence

Hear you got shytt so good it drives a woman to nymphomania
Supposedly been known to leave ‘em strung out in a fetal position
Begging for more even after they’ve been orgasmed out
Got them feenin’ over some dark sweet drug you peddle as dyck-crack
Evidently you must possess some helluva carnal clout

Speculation has it you’re part vampire, part demi-god,
Casting your carnal spells upon the unsuspecting
Breaking down shuga walls, numbing wombs, eliciting pucce floods
Performing miracles, melting e’en the most frigid of femmes
Next thing they realize, dawn be breaking through the blinds
Looking disheveled, Sheets crumpled, Sex permeating room
Left pondering whether you were really live or Memorex

Maintenance Man, O’ Maintenance Man
See I’ve often wondered if you were just mere fiction. . .  ‘til now
Yet here before me in the very flesh you do truly stand. . . The Urban Legend!!
Wearing nothing save your Mr. Peabody specs and wicked smile
With a freshly shorn head, veined caramel man-meat in hand
Daymm, guess we’re ‘bout to rewrite “Revenge of The Nerds”

“What’s this you say. . . time to turn off my camera”
“You’re serving me what! OMG!!!!”
“So this is. . .mmmm. . . dyck-crack. . . mmmm!!!”  

Closing door, ‘Goodnight Folks’

BE VERY, VERY CAREFUL . .

        


Peeping through the blinds in anticipation
Recalling how nervous she was whilst dialing 1-MMI-MAN-HORE
Over the line came a smooth suave deep voice
The quiet storm seductive type, the one most women fantasized of
Curt, terse, almost arrogant and cocky was his tone
Allowed her no questions, gave only directions instead
Precise and exacting in what he would do to her
She wore what he asked, nay had demanded
Uncompromising was he, made her pussy lipps quiver
So much so, she started tribbing the kitchen table corner
Absorbed in the moment, an intense mini-gasm nearly rattled her
She wanted to cum, tried fighting back the pleasure welling within
Consumed by the self-pleasuring, realized not his entry
Smirking, stood he there watching with a quiet admiration
Heard not his ‘uhummm. . .’ followed by a startlingly wicked laugh
Stammering incoherently “How did you get in. I, I, I. . .”
Squeezed tight her quaking thighs in embarassment

Hardened look in his eyes said too late as he pried them open
Six feet of mocha’d manmeat was he, a salt & pepper'd goatee
Cold steely haunting eyes. . . didn’t know whether to fight or flee
Cuffs out, deftly slipped them on and then bent her o’er the counter
A fistful of hair he grabbed; leaned in, whispered ‘Daddy’s Home!!’
Ravenous, raging was he, wreaking carnal havoc uponst her  
Her caramel cheeks filled to the max, screaming from his man-heat
Lost in the deep slow penetration of her hershey’d gloryhole
Fading in and out of consciousness, she tried to comprehend
She sensed a soft warm wetness slip up’nst her now swelling clyt
Cooing, biting her lip as the other tongue probed deeper
Can’t be thought she. . . how did he know I craved a woman’s touch
As if he wast reading her mind like an open book
Anticipating her every desire. . . her mind raced. . . wondering
‘Yes, it be what you think. Now just shut up and enjoy it!’
Such sexual impudence had she ne'er seen nor experienced b’fore
Pucce sucked and licked, clyt throbbing in an unseen mouth
Long ago blindfolded, another pair of lips kissed her
The mystery tongue tantalized, hit every spot long neglected
Kiss-fucking every inch of her body which now lay exposed
Helpless as her aching pucce felt the penetration of an iced dildo
Wast not long before she exploded from carnal sensory overload
Dripping down her creamy thighs their co-mingled juices
The freaky bawdy accomplice lapped them up, wasting nothing
With the heady elixir she coated her eagerly awaiting mouth

Combo of sweet pucce crème & salty man-seed proved too much
Mini-orgasm rocked her, putting her o’er the edge e’en more
Every orifice violated by the incredulous 1-MMI-MAN-HORE
Not to mention the actions of his femme fatale accomplice
Her azz & pucce set afire from simultaneous penetration
She craved more, despite the humiliation her good gurl side felt
Collapsed to the kitchen floor, lain there. . . body shivering
Bewildered, confused, yet strangely satiated

Finally coming to her senses, the sexual fog no more
A business card found next to her on the floor
“Be careful of which thy doth ask for”
. . . be very, very careful. . .

@2011