I Bet You Think This Poem is About You

Storm

"More Than..."
::written by: Raayn © 10/9/13::

You...
as unique as the 29th day, leap year 2012

and finally the moment presented itself...
when I opened the door and our eyes finally met...
I believe I literally held my breath...

see...

You were more than...
just Amazing poetry to me
more than smooth jazz whispered between silk 

notes
unimaginable metaphors weaved within blue 

lines
you were depth, texture...the whole damn nine...

see...

you were more than...
just the mere possibility to me
you felt like butterflies fresh out of the cocoon--you 

were 6 hour phone calls -- wondering where the time went
they say it flies when you're having fun...
and we did...didn't we? 

(damn....I can still feel your laugh on the nape of 

my neck)

see...

you were more than...
late nights and early mornings
warm breath upon my neck
soft flesh beneath my fingertips--mine beneath 

yours
3am tugs at my hips...
you were soft lips....perfect kiss
with your lingering scent holding me ...as I lie 

reminiscing on me scratching screams in plum 

sheets.

see...

you were more than...
my Muse -- or
bamboo reminders of the strength I see - in you
and I can still hear the sweet echoes of laughter 

filling my walls 
and that unique smile left etched upon my mind
good eats and sweet treats...
you were beautiful friendship to me
gossip sessions and poetry lessons...

did i mention?
you were more than the possibility...
you felt like butterflies fresh out of the cocoon--

until you clipped my wings and forced me back 
inside...to hide--from you.

but still....see....

you were more than the possibility
you were my secret hidden in plain sight
you were more than...you Are more than...just a 

memory...

but I wonder...

sometimes I wonder...did you ever truly see me? 


More Than....

Untitled

Thought Of You Today

Her Unveiling

"THAT MAN" 
Raayn © (updated) April 4, 2012

THAT MAN..... 
somethiiiing... 
about that man... 
his sexual magnetism 
screams inaudible commands 
and eagerly.... 
my femininity listens.... 
responding.... 
with pussy pulsations 
and slooow.... 
hip rotations... 
and my innocent alibis.... 
well... 
they hide.... 
between warm wet cries.... 

I can feel his desire slowly... 
tracing... 
the contour of my frame... 
displaying... no shame.... 
as he pauses in between.... 
in between... 
whispers of craving.... 
and the open invitation waiting... 
for him to arrive... 

with his eyes..... 
he slowly fondles my need.... 
Damn, that look....it.... 
says everything..... 
it's telling me.... 
"I have to have you....." 
"and once I do.....your pussy is mine....." 

THAT DAMN MAN.... 
he's teasing.... 
my insatiable greed to feed..... 
and suddenly... 
I'm craving the addicting taste.... 
of his seed.... 

THAT MAN... 
he creates historical storms in me..... 
category five.... 
levy broke....can't stop this gush of mine.... 
breath quickening... 
he's got my.... 
hips shifting... 
his ego lifting... 
as his gaze subjugates my resistance... 
chill bumps applaud his distance closing in.... 
on me... 
now... 
he's up on me... 
and I'm granting permission 
with sweet moans... 
gliding upon indelible collaborating tongue tones 
we prologue the introduction of how.... 
this moment.... 

finds us.... 

alone.... 

as we implore the exploration of new destinations.... 
maneuver beyond horizontal gravitations.... 
outlining our bodies with lust lacerations.... 

while the dancing candle's flame anxiously..... 
bare's witness to the hues of our... 
inferno infused movements 
consuming inducements.... 

and the clock.... 
the clock captures the intensity climbing this moment 
just before it exigently stops... 
it stops..... 
just to watch.... 
me swallow the throbbing of his ever-expanding rise.... 
devouring that look of wonder in his eye.... 
as I cosset the epitome.... 
of his beautiful... 
strong.... 
breath-taking....divinity 
adorning this pulsating diety... 
with my insatiate craving... 
hungrily capturing the sounds of his disbelief... 
enrapturing them in my secret chambers.... 

and his caprice.....flips the script on me..... 

his writhing tongue indexes.... 
my pussy lips.... 
spotting my G(ift)... 
daaaaaamn.... 
THAT MAN.... 

imparting my sex... 
with.... 
methodical... 
implausible.... 
sucking... 
tongue fukking....

delivered with.... 
meticulous.....deliberateness.... 

THAT MAN..... 

taking me on...headboard climbing trips.... 

tongue diving.... 
he's deeeeep.....insiiiiide..... 
my pink eye... 
imbibing.... 

now....pillows flying.... 

with a climatic rise... 
in my hips.... 
gushing.... 
lip rifts.... 
full body flips.... 

no resistance.... 
to his slow entrance...... 
amazin' thickness.... 
inch...by inch....by inch...... 

as the apex of this duet..... 
harmonizes.....in..... 
Rachelle Ferrell vocal ranges.... 
Will Downing tone bass'n 

because....."Nothing.....Ever Felt Like This".... 

as our inflections... 
carress..... 
concaved silouhettes... 
wet memories....hard pressed....in soft places... 
deep penetration.... 
resting in a holding pattern... 
raptured....in this bliss.... 
thick mushroom tip.... 
cervix kissed... 
and now.....I'm dripping all over it... 

this conclave'd connection.... 
crested....in temptation..... 
our destination...."take you there".... 

YOU ready? I am...... 

THAT_MAN (updated 4.4.12)

"I Let Him Fukk Me"

He...........

fukked....Me.......

with his words....

he fukked me......

manipulated and saturated in his lyrical trysts....
he spit that shit....
just.....like....he....knew....I....needed.....it! 

Mmmmmm.......Shyyyyyyt......

see.....his metaphors Twisted my limbs.....
placed my right hand on Blue....
and left foot on Yellow and my ass on "Re(a)d".....
when he finished reading me.....
he slow-ly began to....write...me.....
with a devilish grin.....used his verbs to lick around my brim....
fukked me so good had me thinking he was mutha fukkn.....twins.....
opened me...like a fresh bag of weed.........
rolled me..........and now he's tokin.....and pokin.....
looped his rhythm in repeated motions........
beating his box of lyrical syn......
he's........in......there........
obliged my moans with scribes.....
flipping the script with his favors.....my screams become cries.....

Heeeeeeee......fuuuuukked me.....and.....

yes.....they became cries.....for more......

pleeeease gimmeeeeee more......and......hold....it....there! 

Mmmmmmm.......Shhhhhhhh........yeeeeees.....right there! 

I felt his tip push my sub-script....
flicked....and....
tongue lashed my clit.....
tryin put me in a coma........earnin his 3rd diploma.....
at the head of his class.....he sucks those lips from the front.....
to the back.....
hhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm.......shhhhhyyyy......
he knows I like it....like....that....

trapped.....
by his uttered tones and moans.....
got me hypnotized ......under a spell......tryna spell......his name.....
but....with each thrust crushes my speech.....with his entity......
silencing me.....as he whispers wet phrases upon my lines.....
unruled.....with his tool.....he spools......
my passion discreet.....
reaching elevated piques.....
daring to sex me beyond the sheets.....
undressed and pressed.....against the wall.....
thick long strokes of molding me........and I'm taking it all.....

He fukked me...........

betta than the next ........
bookmarked......my stencil'd text......
breaking my binding.....
and he warned me......he was betta than the rest.....
he challenged my test......
and stroked me in cursive.........
straight lined........on a blank page......
blanketed my beauty with knowledge.....
fukk Oil of Olay.....he covered me with Sage.....
and now....I look younger.....

He fukked me.........

danced thru my mind with subtle seduction.......tender fukkin....
pleading to tease the depths of me using vivid imagery.....
binding me to spaces with his similes.......unchained....
he spanked me.....and thanked me.......
suffocated me near death......and resurrected me......mentally......

He fukked me..........

tucked me......lucked me in a 4 leaf....
and clovered me.....
took his nouns and pro'd me......
putt'ed me in the depths of my guts......
he fukked me.....and strutted my stuff.......
wearing Raayn for display.....
swag'd up.......sportin a tag.....of owning me.......boning me.....
bending me to the hip-bone in me......inhaling my addiction.....
with his dicktion.........steadily spittin......now it's my flow he's licking........
keepin me in the know.....

He fukked me.........

right after he drew the lines.....he pushed me in between and he....
fukked me......with every undefined word NEVER found in the dictionary......
symmetry.... a damn mystery....
as he balanced me on beams of never forgetting......
or regretting.......


the way that I let Him Fukk Me........

Raayn

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