5 MINUTES OF STROKING

I awoke to ecstasy
in my dream someone sexing me
She didn't have a face or name
all I remember was her movement and frame
Moans of a cello
kegle grips
making my tip say "Hello"
ass pounding on her ride
making my thighs feel her jello
I went in harder like Othello
Her screams were like banshies
a cool serenade to our concerto
How can a dream
fill me with screams then creams
wake me drippin in sweats and wets
with her hands
I mean my hands on me
Must have been that conversation through texting
before going to sleep
my in comings in my box
out coming me in images of sex messages
Instantly I knelled and prayed
repenting on the false realities of getting laid
but even my praying on knees
turned me into knee pleasuring her needs
I want to wake up
from this dream after I wake up
eyes wide shut
dreaming with pics of my eyes wide open
The souls of this bed
lifts my spirits from leftover spirits
There's not enough detergents in the world
to free me of hidden stained essence
Sexually being possessed
by her, and her and that last her's presence
This man in need,
haunted by his sexual greed
getting sex through past spirits
texting me and sexing me
in subconscious sex messages
Don't believe me
look at the erect on this
I don't need references
Trust me when I say
I woke up like this.......

~TNW

DEPARTURE upon ARRIVAL

The longest travel to the shortest destination
Months of planning
Saving for the day
Reservations with non-stop connections
Time for take off
smooth launch straight with pointed nose
Entering open space, you are occupying
Many bumps and tuber lance on the ride
Not unusual for ins and outs of soaring
A passenger ride for two
You two
are the only pilots
the only navigators
with a destination to heaven
or BUST
Down pours come to the nose of travel
Heavy rains as you proceed forward
Arm straps tighten against bodies
Continuous burning of energy by movement
Wide eyes synchronize arrival
More tuber lance near the landing
The gas caps pops off
and fuel is released
Touch down is successful
Your travel has come to a end
No lay overs or prior connections
A one way travel
with a set destination
then DEPARTURE upon ARRIVAL

~TNW

LAST ONE

My next one, won't be my last one,
nor will she be an Ex-1,
more like a life partner, my ride or die
who will meet me on the other side, 

like the birth of Eve,

the missing rib from this Adams side
See
My approach will be unusual,
casual but yet spiritual
won't be picky on perfections

that's why my selections is not objective
I will court your imperfections,
propose to your flaws,
and marry your baggage,
because all those together,
come as hidden package!
There is no other way I'll have it.
We will be mind humpin like rabbits,
physically getting connected through spiritual relations,
We won't procreate and conceive villages,
We would birth lands and nations.
Our Foundation, the art of reincarnation 
Starting at Eden,
but not with Adam and Eve,
We be Ashaka and Evelyn
Where...
Your mental scars will be my rewards, 
cuts and bruises and even cellulite to stretch marks
are beauty marks of who you are
proven to you, that there's no need to hurt no more,
your days of scorn, are stars in my midnight skies,
and though my gazing eyes,
your natural beauty, is your best disguise,
even your secrets are my hearts truth lies,
and honesty is the best prize
See we all lie sometimes,
but only lie you will do to I,
is you lying by my side.
So that's why time is of the essence,
I remove all clocks, watches and meters, because I don't want reminders that are love has limits,
leave that for cards with credit
Let our love be debts on debits
And True love......Well
that's the best kept secret
That needs no approval on social net
Worth more the cost of life
Not asking to be my wife
Just my life after death
Meeting you in the next life
Is my retirement plan
leaving our endless love so right
it's left

See my next one
Won't be the last one
Nor will she will be an Ex-1
More like the answer to my wait
The Question and the answer 
whenever I pray
My first to my last day
My rib that was born with my last name
Our completion in marriage
My God's will in his inheritance
Is why my friends be laughing
Saying "Yo, this dude went to Jared"

and my 3 C's are more than 10 G's in karats
Placing Princess cuts on your hurt
Tiffany settings on your thoughts
Giving your denial a platinum protection plan
while putting a crown on your heart
and this all started.....with

My next one
Won't be the last one
Nor will she be an Ex-1
Cause I stop banking on top tens
And chose at settling for having the one
........to be continue


~TNW

IMMERSION.....

At puberty
you woke up to identity
looking for "That" image
wanting to be different
you multiplied your looks
to divide yourself from others
just to add some attention
but subtracted yourself from the envy
A mask since age 13
you forgot who you were
purposely waking up early
being late for your mirrors image
but on time for your new looks
How many times did you side eye your reflection
on the passing
How many make up aisles know the true identity
of this cover girls complexion
in foundation masking
Satisfaction wasn't guaranteed
but you took additives
to cover your preservatives
but conservative dress
wasn't naked enough for all to see

By 27
you shape shift
waist from 26 to 38
from B cups to double D's
the same letters you seen on HS school grades

Your once clear skin
is the mimic of NYC trains......(with Graffiti on them)
You are an art form
explaining your decor as stories
the true ones, 
covering up street war wounds
Never ready for parenthood
but your womb
is Cemetery for still born tombs
Piercings 
are silver stitches in glamor 
Your mane
is a side piece
full of side pieces
because being tall, long and natural
was the new Isis ugly
You weren't ready
the world wasn't quite ready
God, wasn't ready
for this Ugly Betty
See God don't like ugly
"HE" embraces it
Watching this reincarnation 
that fooled with mother nature
she played "GODS" hands 
when her hands recreated her presentation

You're 41 now
Your life has been test driven by all
You reached the stages of lemon
A abandon wreck barely going into gear
You don't get "those" looks at you
they're only giving you "the" looks down on you
You built this life as career
13 was a false wake up
limbs can barely hold you up
and your looks are fading 
to melting make up
You shape shift to unrecognizable 
So others can recognize the unknown 
in you
You tore down all mirrors long ago
because your true reflection
that's your old reflection
is Dracula looking at invisible

Attention is a gift
it doesn't have a retirement plan
a stage that fades with age
you are no longer the center of eye views
a new fake image has replaced you
you should have stayed beautiful
the original beauty in you
13 can't come back
but 12 to age 1 still haunts you
because
it was the only years of your life
you were beautiful at being you......

~TNW

INSOMNOLENCE.......

A poets nightmare,
is being a poet
Encounters of sleepless nights
Mind is set for 3am alarms
Don't you dare dream
Images of new pieces 
will wake you from your sleep
A good nights rest
probably from over consumption
of wines and writes
Frustration when consciousness
blocks during daytime
A headache,
is minds creative hangover
Production is less motivating through ink
Your creative juices running
are dry wells until you sleep
Red eyes are awards if you write at night
A nap, 
a minutes of rest that feels like hours
we call them, 
"Power naps"
Maybe,
Maybe I'll take on night job
Vamping is the new day time
Sun up, pens down
until later
when the moon appears
and the beast in me emerges
to write again......











~TNW

FORBEARANCE......

Help me sleep,
Let us..
pray before we lay
embrace this moment in natural state
Lets say each others name
and smile when hearing it in a different voice
Lets be each others comforter
Arms and legs tangled like roots from trees
body warmth of ecstasy
without piercing in connection
Just us holding still
like the air at midnight
Lets dream of holding each other
like the first time
and the last time
without letting go
Breathe in the scent of lotions
be aroused in our palms
touching smooth skins
enjoy the moonlight peeping through blinds
to highlight our caramel and mocha melanin
Sleep calmly
Sleep peacefully
Sleep with the consent
that God approves this moment
because
God approves us in love.

ADORATION.....

Why does love taste so good
but bad for the heart
ultimately leaving healthy feelings
in emotional vegetating states
its got to be written music
but B-flats on high notes
strum like strings on a guitars
with no words
I took love to be my many nights
through performance pieces
late night dream-mares
the closest moments of falling in love
is through my poems
fantasizing about a love that will never happen
Being my own Frankenstein of Mozart penmanship
composing symphonies of love lines
from out of sync composure's
Feelings and emotions are
bad mixes like
herbal tea's tainted with saccharine sweeteners
Flowers will bloom in black rose buds
beating organs
are cold musicals
and my casting calls for open positions
are ongoing vacancy announcements
that my hearts government
will not full time hire
just part contract for probationary positions
I wrote a love poem
still
it has no name
as always
love will never get a title
its just a object
focused from my pens objective
leaving this single pen
married to poetry......