SAVAGE SATISFACTION. XXX RATED {AN ON THE HIGHWAY WRITE} EROTIC

I ENTER THE ROOM A RAMPAGING SILVERBACK LOOSED. THE PRESSURE FROM ME CAUSES ATMOSPHERIC DISTURBANCES IN THE BEING OF YOU. I SMELL THE SCENT OF YOUR SEX AND BEAT MY CHEST BEFORE I RIP THE GOWN FROM YOUR TREMBLING BODY AND FLING IT TO THE FLOOR. I PICK YOU UP AND THROW YOU ON THE BED AND YOUR LEGS OPEN AS YOU FALL. I THRUST MY MIGHTY HEAD BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS AND SNIFF OF YOUR SCENT BEFORE I LICK OUT MY TOUNGE AND DRINK OF YOUR JUICE. WITH YOUR CLIT IN MY MOUTH. I HUM AND THE VIBRATIONS CAUSE EMANATIONS OF ERUPTIONS TO MAKE YOU MOAN AND I PUSH MY MOUTH INTO THE FOLDS OF YOUR PUSSY AND DRINK OF THE NECTAR OF YOUR CUM AS IT POURS INTO MY MOUTH AND I STAND AND PLACE MY SWOLLEN DICK TO YOUR LIPS AND YOU SUCK IT SO SWEET AND SLOW AS I THROW BACK MY HEAD AND REVEL IN THE BEAUTY OF YOU AS YOU LOOK UP INTO MY EYES WITH MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH.BUT THE BEAST IN ME IS NOT SATED YET AND I MAKE YOU LIE BACK WITH MY HANDS ON YOUR SHOULDERS BEFORE I REACH DOWN AND OPEN YOUR LEGS AND PUSH THEM BACK UNTIL THEY LEAVE YOUR PUSSY SMILING AT ME IN A MOST IMPRESSIVE PRESENTATION. I SLIDE IN AND PUSH MY DICK IN UNTIL IT SLIPS PAST THE SEAL TO YOUR WOMB. I STAND WITH MY HANDS ON THE BACKS OF YOUR THIGHS PUSHUPS IN THAT PUSSY AS YOU BEG ME NOT TO HURT YOU. I RIDE YOUR PUSSY LIKE THE DANCE OF THE TOUBADOUR. SO EXQUSITE THAT YOU SQUIRT ALL OVER MY DICK,MY STOMACH, THE BED. I LIFT YOU AND TURN YOU AROUND AND YOUR SWOLLEN PUSSY LIPS PEEK AT ME FROM BETWEEN YOURTHIGHS AND I BEAT YOUR PUSSY AS I SLAP YOUR ASS AND YOU GRIND AS I GRIND AND THE FLUID OF YOU FLOWS SO FREE. I ROAR AS I BLAST MY CUM INTO THE DEPTHS OF YOUR WOMB. THE BEAST HAS BEEN SATISFIED.

VENOMS INTERLUDE

THE MUSIC...

http://youtu.be/_2-DDQQ-eOM

THE WEIGHT OF THIS SLIVER OF CREATION PRESSES ON ME, AND I SEEK TO REST FROM TIME TO TIME.

YET I DO THAT AND THE EARTH CEASES TO BEAR FRUIT.

 SO INSTEAD I TURN TO MY QUEENS WHO SILENTLY PERSEVERE.

IN VARIOUS MODES.

NEVER FAR, EVER NEAR.

  

I REMAIN THE DRAGON THUS DO I BOW,

AS IN THEM I NOW ARISE REBORN.

MUSCLES AND MASS UPON THESE BONES.

FIRE IN THIS SOUL IGNITED IN THE SMITHY OF THY KNOWLEDGE.

 

WHILE MY VENOMS REMAIN MY CALM IN THE STORM.

KNOCKA FYAH

THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBMJ3Mt6jag

SOMETIMES IT SEEMS AS IF LIFE IS FALLING APART, AS I HAVE BECOME A VICTIM TO MY ART, WINGS THAT CATCH NO WIND.

SO MANY PIECES THAT I CANT SEEM TO MAKE IT ALL FIT, A WHOLE LOT OF STRESS AND NOT ENOUGH REST. 

TWO SIDES OF THE PICTURE THAT I AM.

SO I GO TO MY PLACE OF THINKING AND PERUSE THIS SITUATION.

A DERANGED BUNNY IN A MADMANS BRAIN.

WHERE THINGS ARE NEVER QUITE WHAT THEY SEEM.

I TOLD YOU THAT THIS WAS A MADMANS DREAM.

ON A WEDNESDAY IN OCTOBER  AS I BRING THIS VERSION OF VISUALITY.

I KNOCKA FYAH FROM THE SKY, FROM THE AIR THAT FLOWS AROUND I.

AS TIME SLIPS AWAY.

DAMN CLOWN

I REALLY DO NOT LIKE CLOWNS, GROWN ASS MEN RUNNING AROUND WITH THEIR FACES PAINTED ACTING LIKE DAMN FOOLS... AND WHATS UP WITH THEM BIG ASS SHOES? I ALSO AM TALKING ABOUT THE OTHER KINDS OF CLOWNS HERE ( I WILL NOT SAY ANY NAMES BUT IT BEGINS WITH ROB AND ENDS WITH BLOWE)

HERES TO DA CLOWNS.

 THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sO9UhxR29m8

SMILE AT ME AND I SEE THE REALITY, PAINT ON YOUR FACE AND A BIG ASS RED NOSE, MASKING YOUR TRUE BRUTALITY.I SEE YOU IN THE SHADOWS AND TRY TO RUN YET IT FEELS LIKE MY FEET ARE MIRED IN QUICKSAND, ITS THAT DAMN CLOWN ALL OVER AGAIN.YET I TOO DWELL IN THE DARK, THAT PLACE THATS DEEP IN MY HEART, YOU WERE DOOMED TO DIE RIGHT FROM THE START.SET YOU UP AND SPRUNG MY TRAP, LISTEN TO MY WINGS AS THEY BEAT AND FLAP.THE TABLES HAVE TURNED IN THIS DUNGEON, WHERE YOUR STRENTH BECOMES MINE AS YOU TRY TO RUN.AND THIS IS YOUR HOME UNTIL I TIRE, WHERE YOU WILL MEET ALL MY FRIENDS WHIP, CHAIN AND FIRE. YOUR EYES STREACH WIDE AS YOU REALISE YOUR FATE, TO LITTLE, DAMN CLOWN, TO DAMN LATE.I HAVE DWELLED JUST AS LONG AS THEE, SINCE THIS WORLD BEGAN I STARTED TO SEE.YOU THINK YOUR EVIL IS THE ONLY KIND? I HAVE LEFT OTHERS OF YOUR TRIBE LYING ON THE GROUND LIKE DRY MELON RINDS. NOW ITS YOUR TIME TO BEG AND PLEAD, SORRY MY FRIEND YOU BELONG TO ME.

DAMN IT ASH

I felt that an introduction was needed to introduce this next poem. I rarely dedicate poems to females in my notes. I mean I have written poems for female friends of mine but they are usually anonomous. The reason that I wanted to introduce this is because this is the first poem that I have ever written dedicated to a woman who was not of color. I debated this because of reasons that some of you may not overstand [not easy,not easy at all]. but reasoning won out. So this poem goes out to a good friend of mine who is as crazy as a poet comes...Ashley LyricalGymnist Diaz!!!

 

LIKE A SHOTGUN BLAST ON A QUIET NIGHT WAS YOUR ENTRANCE INTO MY INNER CIRCLE...SURPRISED AT THE STEED THAT YOU RODE.

YOUR WORDS SO TIGHTLY WOUND YET SO LOOSE IN BURNING FREEFALL...A SHE POETIC BEAST WITH A PEN PERCHED ON THE HIGHEST CLIFF OF KNOWING.

THE WAY THAT YOU RIP A SCRIPT IS VERBAL ILLUMINATION SO IMPRESSIVE THAT I STOOD IN AWE...STAND WITH DROPPED JAW.

WHITE CHOCOLATE SO SWEET THAT YOUR PSYCHE SEEM TO MELT PON MINE...PON MINDS...GOT MORE STYLE THAN PIMPED OUT CADILLACS AT A CAR SHOW.

THE INNER YOU CROSSES LINES DRAWN IN THE SANDS...KIND OF LIKE A PROPHETESS IN A SAVAGE POETIC LAND.

BY THE INK THAT YOU ELICIT...BY THE NATURE THAT YOU PRESENT...DOORS SPLINTER AND SHATTER IN THE WAKE OF YOU.

A BIRD IN A FOREST OF BURNT OUT DREAMS...WHERE SO MANY ARE LOST...MENTALLY DISEASED.

FEATHERS THAT SHINE IN LUMINOUS IRADESCENCE... A PHOENIX FROM THE FLAMES...EMPRESS ARISE.

ANNOITED ART THOU IN THE FIRES OF REALISED VISUALITY...WE WALK THIS PATH AS FRIENDS...STEEPED IN COMMONALITY...POETRY THAT TEARS DOWN PERCEPTIONS.

KINGS INTERLUDE

THE MUSIC...

http://youtu.be/vx8vdF5VvvU

THIS WIND THAT BLOWS ACROSS THE EXPANSE OF I MAKES I SEE THAT WE NEED TO BE FREED IT TICKLES THE BONES OF MY AFROCENTRICY, MY PEOPLE WE NEED TO ACHIEVE.

BREAK OUT OF THESE WALLS IN BABYLON AS WE TAP INTO THE MAGIC OF BEING WE,AND THE ANCIENTS WALK AGAIN.

FOR HUMANITY BEGAN WITH WE.

AND THE UNIVERSE AWAITS OUR ARRIVAL.

IGNORANCE MUST BE JETTISONED IN OUR WAKE.

FOR OUR SPIRIT CANNOT BE CONTAINED.

TO THE HEAVENS WE RETURN.

MY PAIN

 THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7PSEXg1BsU

My pain reaches at me with claws unsheathed and scratches the surface of I.

In my bones doth it linger...the marrow of my bitter soul.

Broken wings of angels litter these grounds...skeletons of past lives lived in the purgatory of my very being.

Days where the light from the sun seems to be swallowed whole.

As I dwell in the abyss of dark agony.

My screams choked off until they are but a whisper from my lips...carried away on a bitter wind.

Splinters of wood underneath the skin of me.

How many more must die before the question is answered...to fall into the void of nothingness that exists spatially.

 My pain bears its teeth in the darkness of my being where we are equals on a purely mental plane.

For things that cannot be explained happen everyday...families murdered in the night.

Struggles against the demons that haunt visions so bitter that the air they create is putrid in its viscous viscosity.

A lonely traveler on a dark and winding road where there is no telling what lies beyond the next bend.

A beast dressed in the skin of man that strips the blinders from third eyes before he feeds on marked souls.

My pain is complete there is no beginning and no end to the depths ...

of my pain