He said...

tu es là?
viens... viens chez moi
tu as volé mon cœur
tu es mon essentiel
la danse sensuelle da ta langue sur ma peau
fais-moi oublier
fais-moi jouir
mon amour
viens....

nothing was ever in tune before him
and peels of me still sigh

Peels of me still sigh

Written by Avel Eddy
Music by Tshombe Sekou

What was There... (by Avel Eddy)

My Hot Heart

i am sista

i am voice
i am soft words
i am sharp mouth
i am red lipstick stained on white tooth after a long ass day

i am sista

i am untamed
i am tamed.... when with you
i am silent on your skin
i am loud memory in your mouth

i am sista

i am long baths and candle light
i am naked thoughts... lips to lick
i am taste on your tongue
i am sigh in your throat

i am sista

i am borrowed adornment
i am un-done
i am failure, breakdown, screw-up, mess
i am damage
i am a door half closed
i am miscarriage on cold bathroom tiles
i am blood and tears
i am suffering

i am sista

i am left alone... i am leftover
i am toughness
i am soundness
i am water too cold to drink
i am tea too hot to sip

i am sista

i am source
i am journey
i am water running uphill
i am my own race
i am… not you

i am roots
i am color
i am music
i am “could you be loved”? 
i am... i... am…
i am sista

this is what my body looks like naked 
i am scars
i am blemishes
i am stretch marks like a map of subway lines 

would you travel them to reach my heart?

I Am Sista

THICK LOVE

He took me to a place called the weekend
Where he and she is boy and girlfriend
A place where we can ride out
Play naked hide-and-seek and hide out
A place where my demand is his command
No last minute countermand
only 360° of pure fucking
and deep throat wet sucking
Feeling the tip of his dick on my clit doing his thing
And I am trapped …
Trapped in between his lines
where I am starting to sink
Into the paper of his thoughts
like I am hot sticky ink
I wanna bathe in his nasty mind
Skin-dive into his naked thoughts
Wanna be caught up in his love ooze
With his bleak mind like Bleek in Mo’ better Blues
Until every ounce of my love
becomes his love
And every one of his strokes
becomes my wanting
Damn! Right there he got into my head
And his intimate greed marinates my dreams
And my face becomes all eyes
And my eyes all hands
And I am breaking down
Ready to drown in his sweet lies
Can’t tell my up from my down
See, he was the seawater
begging my pearl to break free its shell
then tasting my mango au natural
His vocal chords are dripping sex
Kisses as slow as m-o-l-a-s-s-e-s     
I visualize his appetite
While my pussy recites prose to him
And then we did what we do best:
Lover’s locked
    Pussy cocked
      Arched backs
        Subtle smacks
          Rising hips
            Parted lips
              Thighs exposed
                Eyes closed
I can read him Braille
And I feel that he’s ready to sail
Under my mocha creamy colored flag
licking me from my nipples to my pussy nub
tongue moving ina sweet rub-a-dub
Damn! He got me shaking
like a bad girl in church
and I invite him to dine on me  
then lead him to feed him
on my delicious red lip
until we’re moving in sync
While bleeding fervid ink
to nourish his poetic mind
First we keep it on the norm
then we transform
until our bodies are locked in a firestorm
Penetrating my sweet pink clit
with his hot hungry lip
then hit it raw dawg
and I’ve been cut deeply
Brand me, seethe me then release me
While breathing flesh to my bones
To enhance my moans
This is not sex! It’s naked poetry!
He knows 668 ways
to travel over my cunt-tinent
He navigates on me …  explores and colonizes me
Like Christopher Colombus did the New World
He knows how to travel the red sea
Treasuring it like bottled eau-de-vie
Climbing the hills and mountains
of my thick luscious landscape
While dancing tango with his tongue on my soft nape
and leaving his dick imprint tattooed on me
Sweet déjà vu in his passion
Slow jam tunes and French tongue action
My vertical lips are relaxing
Until he flexes to my pussy rhymes
we fuck ‘til the cops come knocking
grinding, whining, poking, grabbing
damn my pussy walls hold memories
of his deep fiery stroke
always memorizing his dick
like hand in glove, perfectly bespoke
I’m feeling him … I’m feeling him
And right there … right there he got me open
Pushing me into his sexiness
While dick-tating his rhythm to me
Love spills onto my cinnamon shores
While he sacrifices his spice for me
And there goes my sanity …
       I want to create with him
      I want to made by him
I trust in his dick like a Christian trusts in God
Thoughts consumed by his passion
While traveling through his warm ropy Red
Feeding me his ink, spoon-fed
And then we lie side by side
In between the lines
of our sexy ass minds
Damn! My high is coming down
Makes me wanna drown
In his rivers of Babylon
Where I can sit down and remember Zion
He took me to a place called the weekend
Where sex is my currency and time’s a hearsay
But I can only escape
when I finish this rhyme
5 minutes to sunrise
5-4-3-2-ONE
and the weekend is over
Damn! Cum again … cum!
Somebody turn the light out – CLICK!

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