It started like a hum,  First just a note, then two or three  --A melody flowing.  Your pin along the surface of my black body,  Each curve, each point  Even the spaces between the words,  Were me.  Each word,  A mirror,  A definition of myself  That you drew. I felt your touch,  The heat of your breath on my skin,  A palpable thing.  Your tongue  On the tip of my breast’s darkened peak,  Not just hands stretched across m...

It is not always necessary  To be in the presence  Of the one that makes your heart beat faster  The one that ignites your passions  Defines your needs  Whose touch remains  Long after his body has departed It is nice to know that he simply exists  Is somewhere  That in a limitless world  Your One has come forward  And places himself in your path  Meets your eyes  Does not blink  Realizing  You are his story He may be sta...

Naomi arched her back, stretching her naked body out across the bed, relishing the feel of fine Egyptian cotton against her overly sensitive skin and missing the feel of Thomas. She could see the time on the clock beside the bed and groaned like a spoiled child. She had called twice Saturday and earlier today to check on her girls. Missing them, however, did not lesson her desire to stay right where she was. How long had...

“Get your fucking hands off me,” Regan demanded, trying to reclaim her arm. Her step-brother’s grip was like steal. Out of nowhere, he had grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off the dance floor like a rag doll. “Be still,” Ian ordered. The defined line of his jaw was set and its muscle flexed. Having made it off the dance floor and away from the mass of people, he finally turned to look at her. His blue eyes were like...

He looked out of the front window of the car, watching the rain and lost in thought. "I still have love for you," he said. "I just can't say that I'm in love with you." She on the other hand watched him, oblivious to anything else in this world. She could not remember not loving him. In spite of herself, she still did. "What does that mean? Are you 'in' love with her?""Damn it Naomi," he exclaimed, frustrated, hitting the...

What I tell you in the darkness… That which starts in syllables Whispers and cries A combination of agony and ecstasy Dream and reality When my body is wrapped around yours Every inch of me sensitive to the feel of you Skin on skin The inner me open and bare My nectar escaping With an ever flow of satisfaction you have erupted When the source of my glow is you And the hum of our own sounds envelope us Separating us from t...

  “For a homosexual to even have the gall to say that they experience the same type of discrimination as a black person is ridiculous! You can even walk in a room and no one can fucking know you are gay. But let my black ass walk into a room and what do you think someone sees. They see a black girl and all the misconceptions they have start whirling around in their head. And, they make judgments. They do it whether I want...

My dark, naked body slinks down the pale surface of yours, as I fall to my knees before you. The contrast of my skin against yours is our private aphrodisiac. I lick my berry colored lips in anticipation. I work your pants down, shoving them to your ankles. Grabbing the cuffs, in a swoop I pull them off. You didn't confine yourself today, as you often do. I laugh lightly. You make every thing so simple for me, removing yo...

They will saythat my sheets are in need oflaundry.They see stains that will glowin purple light,the DNA of a long torsodivided into sectionsforming individual boxesof sinew,of muscle.Moving.My small handsfeelingthe dampness at the curve of a massive back.Moving.Always moving, touching, adrift.A patch of fine hair trailing.Much likea cobweb of truths and lies,expectation callinga rhythm bubblinglike waterover heated.The pi...