Constantly, I see 222 and 555 through empath eyes. What moves within me is a mixture of vengeance, trauma and empathy. I am enlightened spiritually, transcending all that is within this realm; I am at war with otherworldly entities. I beheld the woman who gave birth to the woman who gave birth to me, lie still in peaceful sleep, and I wept sorely. The days of grace wane. Soon, there will be a time of no mercy. My lineage is not one of nobility. My blood inheritance is misery. I love deeply with all that is within me, but sustained trauma has led to a vengeful enmity for my enemies. In agony, I have wept and have not slept. In anguished breath, I have cried on engraved crystal white granite where my beloved ones are kept. I have curated the museum of my life’s story with emotional depth. I have gone through the motions of perhaps pretending to live, while secretly craving an end to torment and the hope of eternal rest. I have witnessed the futility of trying to explain the potency of my agony. I have resided many years in the unforgiving shadow of death’s valley. The sweetness of vengeance is like warm freshly baked bread paired with English tea and an even spread of raw honey. I listen to Bach’s Crucifixus to add a soundtrack to my memories. So many feign misunderstanding to cloak virulent apathy. If I am broken, then let the most alluring pieces of me be my legacy. In backtracking to find the precise period of my tragedy, I have essentially become my own mystery. I am flawed, perhaps purgatory will cleanse me of my impurities. Future events are revealed to the Empath, but not yet fully. They say music calms the troubled soul. Somewhere, a cellist plays beautifully. The harpsichord and violin come in while I await the crescendo of a new symphony.
Tag: Poetry
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U.S. Poet Laureate, Natasha Trethewey; a brief introduction and two readings:
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Norman Brown – Just Between Us
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Light kisses between her thighs entices her throbbing clit and readies her wetness for pleasure. He knows the extent of her passion because of the words of her whispers and the wetness that drips from his fingers. The taste of her essence drives his primal sensuality. Her soft feet with glossy navy blue polished toes in mule stilettos is a thing of beauty. He teases her extremely wet anticipation by lightly blowing on her pussy. She knows the skill of his tongue, and she is ready. She is so ready. She rubs and pinches her aroused nipples; her eyes close as she moans and lies back on her pillows.
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True love nourishes the soul.
Wounds are healed, and
Warm hearts are no longer cold.
They both bear the scars of sorrow,
And together, they are beautiful.
In each other’s arms, they weep in darkness
And wipe away each other’s tears—
Then kiss deeply and sensually.
In that moment, intimacy
Is revealed, in transcendent purity;
Hear the beauty of their whispers:
I love you so much and I love you too baby.
The silence after is indescribably gorgeous,
Causing tears to flow endlessly.
They make love with tears in their eyes,
Kissing and touching each other tenderly.
They are no longer two but one,
Bonded together eternally. -
A woman touches herself, whispering the most lascivious sexual scenarios under her breath. She is wet — craving the width of a large cock that can reach her depths. She wants to be stretched. She lets out sensual sounds as she strikes herself with a black leather belt; welts on her ass and rear thighs, denote the pain that brings pleasure. After, she uses her vibrator, up and down the ridge of her sensitive clit. Imagining her ex lover’s skillful mouth and tongue, she whispers, Keep going; lick it baby — suck it. Please don’t stop; I want to cum. Harder with her vibrator she presses down; she wants his thickness inside her now. A large vibrating dildo beside her, is the surrogate for his cock. With her left hand she fucks herself, and with the right, on her clit, she finds the right spots. Feeling a nearing intense orgasm coming, she keeps whispering, Don’t stop. And she doesn’t, reaching her climax with her eyes closed — her body first shuddering, then unable to move as if in an erotic pose. The darkness covers her intense pleasure, but the darkness knows the depths of all her secret desires. She is on fire, releasing the end result of the deep passion and breathtaking lust that is within her. She is on fire. Her still wet pussy demands more; she whispers, Pull my hair, and fuck me like I’m your whore. Her ass begs to be slowly penetrated. The extent of her desire to have another orgasm cannot in any way be overstated. She wants to cum, again and again; she released at least twice before, but all she can think about is passionate fucking. The large dildo she purchased over a year ago, she starts sucking — licking around the head with an eager tongue then going deep as if she was really going down on her last boyfriend. She truly misses him, but his large throbbing cock is one of the reasons. She can lie to herself no longer; she wants him deep inside her. She wants to be taken from behind as his strong hands rub the deep contours of her spine. She wants to ride him hard and feel the strength and brawn of his shoulders underneath her arms. She wants him in her ass as she rubs her vagina. She wants to get on her knees and suck his thick cock until he can hold on no longer. She wants him to count down from ten, so they can release together. Still, in darkness, the taste and feeling of him lingers. Still, the darkness knows her passion and most secret desires.
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His thickness in her mouth; the taste of him, causes a wet reaction. She rubs her erect nipples as she sucks him; he reaches around the side of her and rubs her clit with passion as her legs are wide open. She licks around the head of his cock, listening to his instructions and then goes as deep as she can. She is so wet, that her passion runs down the lengths of his fingers. She moans beautifully — he holds her hair firmly as she sucks the length of his rock hard girth vigorously. He knows that she wants his cock inside her, and he teases her with lubricious whispers; he tells her in a sensual tone to ride his face, to surprise her. His rhythmic tongue constantly brushing against her wet clit, causes an almost instant orgasm. Turned on by the taste of her and by the sounds of her moaning, he keeps going; at the same time, in a 69, she sucks him with passion. She didn’t have to ask, to have him put two fingers in her ass and suck hard on her clit with various rhythms of soft licks — to cause shudders, loudness, and erotic whispers of, Oh, shit. She loves to cum from the pleasure of his exceedingly skillful tongue, but now she she wants her hair to be pulled and to be fucked hard for a long time without pause — first from behind, then from the side, then in missionary after she rides, where she can kiss him deeply when he says, Cum for me and dig her nails in his back when she releases and screams euphorically.
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To taste her and allow her sensual essence to linger.
To kiss her soft soles, lick her arches, and suck on her pedicured toes.
To slowly kiss between her thighs before taking a deep dive as I look into her eyes;
To hear her sounds of pleasure as she is satisfied with my mouth and fingers.
To whisper to her and feel her spasms right before her loud release happens.
To want her to cum again and again so I keep going with increased passion;
To know her psyche and body thoroughly, touching her erotically
In all the right places and spaces without her having to tell me.
To tell her, I love her when I’m inside her and kiss her passionately when it’s over.
To shower first, then take a long and warm bubble bath together.
To marvel at her beauty as she pulls up her hair while I lovingly massage her. -
Hardened girth explores drenched walls,
Causing delayed screams and euphoric waterfalls;
Erect nipples brush against satin material,
And her sensitive lubricated clitoris throbs.
In-between penetration, her ass is attended to
With the stiffened tip of his warm tongue—
Two fingers inside her vagina simultaneously
Will lead to waves of powerful orgasms.
He likes to please her orally, but his hard
Cock is eager to explore her pussy more thoroughly.
From behind, she takes a vigorous pounding;
In the depths of pleasure, he fulfills his longing.
Pull my hair, and spank my ass, she whispers to him—
He obliges, losing himself in her rapture;
Warm lubrication and her vibrating dildo,
Lead to double penetration that pleases her—
So much is the pleasure, that only silence
And orgasmic uncontrollable shudders
With tears, is all that she can muster.
He removes her six inch stilettos
And wildly sucks her toes—
Releasing inside her
Right after. -
Still, the love is there;
Still, he strokes her hair.
Their fire burns brighter than ever;
She replenishes his soul,
And he replenishes hers.
Forever, they are passionate lovers,
Beautifully seasoned with time
And lost in each other.
Still, he causes her body to shudder;
Still, she loves him with
A fervor like no other.
Intimate Compositions 