Tononiya D.
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The house was packed. The music was bumping. We have been here for an hour or so Taylor and I were working on our third drink watching the end of the step show. She had loosened up and we were both feeling the grove ready to take our party to the dance floor. When she felt him against her backside and heard his voice in her ear causing her to nearly choke on her drink.
“ Can I trade places with your drink?” I heard him question.
“Excuse me,” She turned to face him as I cleared my throat at her glance to me. There he stood boldly, smirking at her. His body language spoke to hers as if it belonged to him or he belonged to her.
“I see you changed your mind about attending tonight.”
“I see that Khalil didn’t waste any time informing you.” She said sharply as she removed his hand from her side and filled it with the melting ice that remained in the plastic cup and walked to the center of the room that was now filled with jerking bodies performing rituals to the rhythm of music and I quickly joined in. The bass mixed with the beat of my heart and the melody with the sway of my body. Before I knew it, two guys from the fraternity were dancing to Taylor’s and my tempo, smiling and moving in closer on her. The one in front of her tried to lean in to get her name and size up the opportunity to do more than what this moment presented with her. While the other one in the back of her held on to her hips, trying to enjoy the ride of her curves when I felt his hand hit my side after being jolted away from her abruptly. Kareem grabbed Taylor by the arm and began to drag her towards the front door. I could hear him saying,
“What the fuck do you think you’re proving?”
“Kareem, what’s your problem?” Taylor asked as she tried to free herself from his grasp.
“Do you think that you can let them feel up on you in front of me like that and I do nothing but hold your drink and watch you play me?”
“Play you? Kareem please. In what language do I need to say to you, you are not my man so that you will finally understand?”
His eyes glazed with unreleased tears. As she took just as many steps backward as he took towards her on the front lawn of the frat house. Then I heard the unfamiliar voice that belonged to the guy that was grinding her from behind as he ran up on Kareem.
“It’s obvious that she’s not feeling you dawg!” he said full of sarcasm and laughed to his fraternity brother that was by his side.
Kareem didn’t say any words, but his swollen chest and clenched fists spoke volumes. The first blow from Kareem’s right hand landed on the side of the guys face sending him to the ground.
“Don’t, stop.” Taylor pleaded as she tried to reach for Kareem’s hand and calm him down but failed.
He moved her aside and kicked the other guy she was dancing with in the stomach sending him down with his friend. Then went back to the one who had ignited his rage to begin with. He hit him over and over again. I ran to get the one person I knew would defuses the situation Khalil.
“Kareem” Khalil screams as he pulls his reflection off of the battered stranger whose face was covered in his own blood.
“Everything’s cool little bro.” Kareem answered with a glance that I guess only brothers could understand.
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“Well umm, we stood face to face at the foot of the bed. I inhaled the soft yet masculine scent of her cologne that sent my body into a place of desire to be desired and I was tired of fighting the battle with my throbbing clit, hard nipples, and pulsating walls now wet from its own rain and took her lips into my mouth tasting the flavor of woman; soft tantalizing woman and gained the craving that would only be filled by her touch in every way. I welcomed this unfamiliar as much as I welcomed her fingers as they moved over my breast to my stomach, venturing to the button that held the heat of my bottom secret, it and my pants now released and falling down my legs and to the floor. She kissed me deep then tore my blouse open and forced it to join my pants. She let go of the hold she had on my tongue long enough to smile at the sight of my bra leaving her fingers. She kissed and sucked on my neck, my nipples; I bit on her shoulder and slid my hand down the front of her slacks to feel her valley before I entered it to find the print of a dick under my hand. I examined her as she exposed herself completely letting her boxers and slacks accompany my clothing. I was aroused and confused, intimated by the size but I didn’t stop her. Stacey placed me on my bed and assured me that she would stop if I needed her to. She wasted no time putting her face in between my thighs. She held my legs up and open with her hands as she pushed her thick tongue in the shade of my sunshine. Sucking every bit of wetness I gave into her mouth. Then she placed that warm tongue of hers over my clit sucking then licking on it teasingly. Before I knew it she was holding my ass in her hands and I was cumming in her mouth over and over again. Then she was on top of me, fed myself to me from her lips, which turned me on more. And then I felt the head of her at my self-lubricated opening. She held my eyes captive as she applied the right amount of pressure I required to allow her entry. I pierced her skin with my nails as she filled me and moved her hips slowly inside me. Her raspy voice in my ear telling me that my shit was tight weaken me enough for her to spread my tense legs to give her more room to work her body. I moaned to the beat of her rhythm leaving my own markings down her back and ass until she and I both reached our climax.”
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I AM THAT
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I AM THAT IN WHICH MANY SEEK BUT RARELY FIND
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I AM THAT WHICH IS ENTANGLED WITH LIFE, HISTORY, TANTILATING STIMULATION OF MIND, AND ITS ELEVATION
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I AM THAT WHICH IS EMULATED AFTER OBSERVATION OF MY SURFACE BY THOSE WHO HAVE NO IDEA OF THE DEPTH IN WHICH MY SOUL FLOWS
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I AM THAT IN WHICH I AM AND ALWAYS WILL BE POETIC SYMMETRY
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I AM THAT IN WHICH BREAKS THROUGH SILENCE LIKE A MESO SOPRANO HOLDING AN A SHARP ACAPELLA
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I DONT THINK YOU FEEL ME....
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SEE I AM THAT IN WHICH BEGAN AT CREATION, VASTLY DESCRIBE IN REVELATIONS, AND SUBDUED BY A NATION YET I STILL HAVE STRENGTH IN MY TONE
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I AM THAT WHICH MANY SEEK BUT RARELY FIND
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For You
My love for you makes me try to evaporate your tears with my love It provides the illusion I can fill your dreams with my faith as I try to replace your hurt with days made memories of laughter So continuously I try to take away the ache of your disappointment after your lover has taken away from your beauty and spirit at will my love for you suppresses the rage and softly speaks words unspoken through eyes caress then holds you close with the tightness of a genetic DNA line See my love makes me a watch maker in hopes I will gain the knowledge to alter time so it fits your benefit with each stroke of the second hand
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Sneak Peek at What's In The Works.....
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“I had this feeling I did not understand when I passed him by the stairs and he nodded to say what’s up. I replied with a slight hello as I kept it moving. I made it to the parking lot of my building and my legs were no longer moving forward… they only allowed me to go in reverse. I didn’t want to think that he was waiting for my disappearance to make his appearance. I found myself turning the key all the while telling myself this cant be yet I walked in smelling the air, entered the bed room, our room, their room in that moment. The moment that my eyes witnessed her chocolate legs open with his bare ass striding with his jeans down around his ankles between them. Each of his hands palming the bottom of what was promised exclusively to me, as naked as my hearts beat now, both being braced against a wall. Her eyes closed, mouth half open exhaling ecstasy as she pressed her dark face against his muscular high yellow shoulder and neck. He panted with a rhythm of a boxer pounding away at his opponent. Her hand gripped his back as her nails dug into his skin and my soul simultaneously. His pant increased along with his moans from the rotation of her grind that I knew vividly. “How long…” My voice cracked. “How long have you been fucking him?” I intruded as they begin their climax unable to stop their powerful orgasms without warning. She opened her eyes in shock, looked at me with an expression of regret, deepened the grasp she had on him to prevent her self from falling as he jerked inside of her and whaled upon his uncontrollable release, and let the tears fall from her eyes the way her cream rolled down her walls betraying me and mixing with his seeds now running wild inside her valley.
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I watch you in your sleep and wonder if I am still the one you see in your dreams, because you are still here with me after broken promises, you simply say you love me, yet I feel so incomplete. I try to tell you I don’t want to exist like this, engulfed in the highs of your smile and laughter for months without end to have them erased by combined minutes of pain but the words get stuck in my throat and I swallow them. I never meant to be that monster that you fear lurking in the dark. I never meant to be a fucking woman beater. I don’t even know when things changed from us talking about any and everything openly and honestly. I don’t know why the hitting starts; I never meant to hurt you. I love you. I love the life we use to share and the one we can have, but is the love in my heart enough to heal the pain I’ve caused? I inhale your peace from the air and ask you in your ear softly, “what is love in its purest form and why is the action of love so hard to do?”
From "Cipher"
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