Animalistic Love Making

every sound we make,
echos down hallways,
naturally animalistic,
not afraid to make noise,
no safe word,

we prefer uncensored sexuality,
exploiting love in all its glory,

fingertips cause leg spasms,
hair on the back of our necks rise,
no need to take a shower,
enough precipitation,
bed sheets soaked,

our minds paint Picasso art,
on the floor as well as in elevators,

love it when our heart race,
breathing speeds up,
hands start to shake,
expressions like ‘I’m close’ uttered,

the end is just the beginning,
as one climaxes the clock rewinds and starts ticking,

not a competition,
favorite time of the day,
how many times can we ruin sofa cushions,
calling down to the receptionist requesting extra pillows,

Dance All Night

It feels good; sleeping next to my one and only,
When I am alone, every server resembles my Queen,
Every time a host ushers me to my seat,
Can’t help but see my baby standing in her place,

Words ushered, naughtiness exposed,
Born a good girl; made love in the backseat,
On our wedding night, she turned into a Bad Gyal,

No matter what occurs; gun violence, gangs, or cigarettes,
We’ve got each other in case the other takes a misstep,
In a crowded room, drunk before picking up a shot glass,
Can’t take our eyes off one another,

If a fight breaks out, she’s not afraid to break a nail,
Bruises and scars, we’ll smoke one or two joints,
Passing it back and forth, sometimes taking an extra hit,
Giving each other hickies; one night stands are beneath us,

We read each other’s minds, hands touching below our waists,
Playing hide and seek below the belt, the Nile flowing non-stop,
Drinking from a fresh tap; 6 inch stilettos standing in black underwear,

Doctor and medic, judge and jury;
Blackmail fantasy for the sick, ice cream sundays for the privileged,
Ice cubes from the freezer, caused her nipples to be erect,
Nobody can direct such a masterpiece, let us dance all night,

Bercinta di Pantai

Dia membungkuk ke arah yang tidak dikenal manusia,
Setiap sudut antara sembilan puluh dan tiga ratus enam puluh derajat,
Pinggul, paha, dan dada Nya

Yang dia pinta hanyalah mataku untuk memandangnya,
Tanganku untuk membelai kulitnya,
Pikiranku untuk mengenali apa yang akan terjadi selanjutnya,

Kita berjalan bertelanjang kaki melalui kering dedaunan,
Melewati kesusahan dan kebahagiaan,
Ketika kekacauan melanda,

Dia meletakkan kepalaku di dadanya,
Sehingga aku bisa mendengar detak jantungnya,
Rambut hitam panjangnya menyembunyikan warna salju kulitku,

Berbisik-bisik di telingaku,
Bertanya apakah aku telah bersedia,
Kita duduk di bawah pohon kelapa,

Ketika kehausan aku meminum air kelapa melewati belahan dadanya,
Minum hingga dahaga kita hilang,
Dia tak mengenakan apa-apa selain selimut,

Tangan saya terikat ke belakang di pohon kelapa,
Merobek bajuku,
Mencium dadaku mulai dari leherku,

Saat matahari terbenam,
Kulitnya bersinar,
Keringat menetes dari lehernya,

Kakinya membalut pinggangku,
Menatap mata satu sama lain,
Menjilati bibirnya,

Memulai untuk bergoyang,
Seperti rasa akan meledak,
Dia mulai bergoyang kedepan dan kebelakang dengan antusias,

Menggigit leherku,
Kedua mata kita bergulir,
Tubuh kita bergetar ketika matahari menghilang di balik horizon,

Sex On The Beach

She bends in directions not known to man,
Each degree between ninety and three hundred sixty,
Her hips, thighs, and chest,

All she asks for is for my eyes to watch,
For my hands to caress her skin,
For my mind to recognize what will come next,

Barefoot we walk through crispy leaves,
Through floods and happiness,
When chaos strikes,

She places my head on her chest,
So that I can hear her heartbeat,
Her long black hair hides my snow colored skin,

Whispering in my ear,
Asking me if I am ready,
We sit under a coconut tree,

When thirsty drinking coconut juice from her cleavage,
Drinking until our thirst is clenched,
She wears nothing but a blanket,

My hands tied to the back of the coconut tree,
Ripping my shirt off,
Kissing my chest starting from my neck,

As the sun sets,
Her skin shines,
Sweat dripping from her neck,

Legs wrapped around my waist,
Staring into each other’s eyes,
Licking her lips,

Starting to sway,
As I get close to exploding,
She starts swaying back and forth violently,

Biting my neck,
Both of our eyes rolling,
Our bodies tremble as the sun disappears below the horizon,

Blood Don’t Mean Family

It is a sad thing when your in-laws feel more like family than do your own parents. To be honest, I don’t care what my parent’s reasons are for refusing to support me when I needed them most. In the past, I have made my fair share of mistakes. My confusion stems from the thought of unconditional love. Isn’t family supposed to stick with you through the highs and the lows? Just because times get tough doesn’t mean you have right to leave someone stranded.

One good thing that came from my correspondence with my parents is that I learned who I can count on and who I can’t. Whenever I need advice or someone to lean on my in-laws are present. It doesn’t matter that we have different skin tones or backgrounds. All my in-laws want for me is the best. I can’t say the same in regards to my own parents. History has proven whenever things get difficult they give up. That is what they did with Trey and Kyle (adopting them both as children and later placing them back in foster care).

Individuals who suffer from mental illnesses need to be shown unconditional love and support. Usually two things happen when someone admits to their family they are sick. The first option is for their family to dismiss the mental illness, belittle the person, and act like the individual suffering from the mental illness is overreacting. The second options if for the family to take the mental illness seriously and to support their child to the fullest extent. My own parents have chosen to take the douchebag route.

At this point in my life I don’t have many options. All I can do is try to fulfill my potential. I teach business professionals English. In my spare time I write poetry/music. My dream is to be signed to a record label as a songwriter but that is just a children’s dream. While most days are bearable some aren’t. An ordinary day is much more than what people perceive as being an easy day.

Everyday is another day,
When I have to convey,
My life isn’t Childs Play,

I could write an essay,
Commentators would have a field day,
Accusing me of foul play,
When in fact; I asked God for one good day,

It isn’t even mid-day,
And the reflections are demanding me to Obey,
Singing to Reggae,
Writing the ending to my screenplay,

One of them loves cabaret,
Wishing she would fade away,

Everytime she appears it feels like Judgement Day,
We perform the Passion Play,
My insides carved out as if it is Columbus Day,

Sitting in my office trying to be productive,
From the corner of my eye I catch her trying to be seductive,
When in fact she’s being destructive,
Causing me to be counter-productive,

Gripping the back of a chair stripping,
Clicking her heels and biting her bottom lip,
Wish I was only kidding,
It would be so easy to admit to quitting,

I can’t though, I gotta’ continue to fight and write,
Inciting riots and typewriting,
Smiling like a Titan waiting for Tyson’s shadow,

Told it is only science, they aren’t real,
Why don’t you tell that to the clown in the corner,
Holding a knife ready to slice off Vincent’s ear,

At the end of the day, the only healing for me is a bit exotic,
Watching her dance a bit hypnotic,
Psychotic yes, demonic maybe, poetic definitely,

Cheating On You With Hallucinations

Intellectually superior, genetically gifted,
Learned a long time ago never judge someone,
Based on how flawless they seem to be,

Every keeps secrets,
What are you hiding,

Can’t keep your mind from brushing shoulders with jealousy,
Keeping tragedy in your back pocket for emergency use only,
Champion of creating fantasies and fairy-tales,
Accusations behind every word spoken,

Each one hurts more than the last,
Like fireworks going off in your hands,

Wish you would stop day dreaming,
All I can do is focus my attention on creating opportunities,
After all, I am only a pupil of revolutionary heroes,
A teacher of Shakespearean language,

So often you observe
Dissecting every action,
Through cheating lenses,

If only you used your vision for educational purposes,
You would see me making eye contact with imaginary shadows,
I don’t care if you say you have witnesses,
Only God can judge me,

Bikini wearing, G-string loving,
Victoria secret angels can’t out perform my hallucinations,