Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Understanding My Flesh

At the young tender age of 5 she introduced herself to me. The invitation was sent from hell, and it was sent to me as a comforter like Jesus was to Christians of the world. The demon was given instructions to comfort me like my mother.  This that dwells within me is destroying me from the inside out. I’m too familiar with want it wants to do with me and to me. I pray daily for peace within my spirit, but as I pray it causes me to thirst for what I see, and for the things I can’t see. Can you imagine that at the young age of 5 they walk with me, they talk with me, and even control me, as they move me to act out what I can’t prove to no man. The only ones who really know what I am and who I am despite the gifts have to know and have a clear understanding of this demon.  You see your spirit is like my spirit yet un-manifested. Each relationship I have had I make every attempt to introduce or explain my demons and my pain. On the surface I may appear as a typical oversexed middle age man who has been suffering for over 4 decades.  I am a prime example of an entity that cohabitates with the confines of the supernatural below this earth and above the ground. There is known and un-known knowledge of humans like me exist, or should I say not to many are open to share what dwells in the mind of a sexual being. If you are not in touch with your sexuality or know what dwells beneath your carnal surface, your will remain in the dark of understanding the external you, and the spiritual or demonic you. 

To know me is to understand me, to understand me is to know the various sides of my many dimensions of my intellect, my level of sex, and the forces I carry or I allow you to see as part of who I really am. If the mortals of this universe could spend the day viewing what I experience through my eyes, as I begin to secrete ecstasy from my loins and each one that I see in person, or in print causes my mind pause for me to breath deep as I imagine her naked and ready and have no clue that its about to go down. The skin tone from Brazilian to South African I want it all.  The thirst does not mean that the one who I have chosen to be the wife is lacking, but I want to include the wife and the spirit together.  The expectation, and the outcome, will never manifest but in my dreams they are all options because I control the outcome.

I ask my wife to pray for her husband. She is unaware and clueless how deep these demons summons her husband’s flesh daily. Explaining the forbidden union of spirit and flesh is truly inconceivable to those who can’t understand how strong the demonic forces are deep imbedded in her husband and friend.  To fully understand and accept it may never happen but yet it exists among our modern times.

The next time you look into the eyes of man like me, be aware and pay close attention to the spirit I could transfer to you if you desire to taste this from all who dwells in this carnal demonic host I call a man.


Be careful and cautious, I’m seeking to use you as a host to further my destruction.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Angles, Sprits, & Human Desires

The very essence of each one that walks near me I desire.  The forbidden fruit of intimacy continue to plague the walls of my mind. The various colors of their skin and the pheromones of the sweetness, that sits just at the bottom of their panties that absorb what I desire to drink and to taste. The inner thighs remain moist from the secretions that never stop flowing. I smell them before they reach my visual and mental satisfaction of how deep my thirst goes. That sweet aroma can only be described as mind altering. Each one I meet or see each have their uniqueness about them. Yes the external has a lot to do with how far my imagination travels but in the end they are not the same despite what others may say. The power of the very structure of her existence is that of our creator, creating each and every one of them in his own divine image.  The creation of the woman and all of her beauty internal and external would have a long lasting affect to all of mankind earthly and heavenly.  The power, the beauty, would not only be desired by men on earth but also that of some of Gods Angels. The Bible speaks about that not only was God please with what he had created but he knew the trials and tribulations of his creations would cause a break down on earth, beginning in the garden Eden and in heaven.  You see our creator was so skilled that the Angels wanted to taste what I have been describing in the beginning of this story. The only way the Angels could taste and feel what God created was in become human.  The only way to do that is to give up their heavenly abilities. Yes no more spiritual talents, no power of any sort that God had given them.  Now you know that if and Angel from heaven desires to be with the women on earth and to lose it all is some really powerful stuff. In the end God got mad at them just like he is mad at us that we are already hear on this forsaken earth that is truly a place of destruction.

Until his return the water falls that secrete from the lower parts of women will continue to give birth, and be used to control the masses of what we know as being normal.

I must go know the wind just blew by the windows of my mind another peace of forbidden fruit that I want to understand why my thirst is never satisfied. I was aware this since I was a young boy. Many have one, some have many I only have one.


Oh! Wait can you smell that, oh yes another sweet pheromone coming this way.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Teach Me How To Love You

Couples meet each other on a daily basis and don't know how to love themselves but they want to start a relationship and try a love someone else. Men think that if they sex a woman up real good and buy her some gifts to validate his false surface feeling causes nothing but pain to the woman over time. A woman will try to feed a man, sex him up and wait on him hand and feet. A woman will deny herself and her children for the sake of trapping and keeping a man. Some women will go as far as asking the man NOT to work a regular job so that she can keep a watch on him.  When couples meet there are a series of questions that should be asked but it never happens becasue both the man and the woman have motives that they never disclose to the other person. You may have questions like,  Have you ever been to jail, have you ever had any STD's, do you have any children, do suffer with deppression, have you ever been raped, etc. 

If you meet someone and they say "Teach Me How To Love You", could you give them the blueprint on how to love you. Do you think they should know when you first meet. Well how can you expect love, if you don't love yourself. Love is defined diffferently by each person who desires to have it.  

The final outcome of being taught how to love can be a life changing event for both parties involved,  pay close attention.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Expectations


The Poet says……Men need to learn to secrete more emotions, and knowledge if they really want to connect with their significant other.  If women can’t see past the size of a man’s tool, or how deep he can get while scratching that occasional itch, she will always end up with the same thing, a Wet Ass, A Happy Pussy, but never the real nurturing men she needs and deserves to be with. You see without her having and expectations from any man, everyone who she meets will treat her just like a trick……Come on ladies make your man accountable for you, not just your pussy.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

THUNDER AND RAGE OF A SILENT SEED


 “The Hello” 

It was about 32 years ago, the summer of 1964 on the campus of LSU when he first laid eyes upon her caramel skin and her thin frail southern structure, all 103 pounds of her, of what we call a figure that had not been stretched by the laws of nature yet.  Her name was Deloris his name was Charles, whose 7 foot skyline tower of a man.  Charles was on his way to class when he made a stop at the student store to purchase a number of things that he needed to study for his upcoming finals.  On his way to the student store he met Deloris LSU’s freshman southern beauty strutted her stuff in the path of Charles being the big flirt that she caught his eye.  With his deep voice he stretched out his hand and said hello my name is Charles and yours, Deloris she replied with her soft sexy voice being just another thing to keep his attention along with a smile while her eyes fluttered of being so shy because this man that she has met was every woman’s dream to meet a man like Charles.

                Once Deloris told Charles that she was a knew student, he took that opportunity to say, hey you need someone to show you around campus, of course Deloris said, why sure if that’s not going to be a problem for you, knowing that it wouldn’t be a problem for Charles by that smile that he had on his face.  Then Charles asks Deloris what part of the campus you are staying on.   Deloris then replied that she was staying on the eastside room 222 building G, Charles then ask for Deloris phone number to her room so that he could call her later.  Later on that night Deloris was thinking about Charles, but he was in his room mapping out his next move on Deloris.  So the next morning around 7:00 Charles calls Deloris just to say good morning to her, it was very warm thing for Charles to call Deloris because no man had never showed so much consideration or attention to her ever before, so that phone call made her feel special but she could not let Charles know that it did, so while they were on the phone.  Charles ask if he could meet for lunch, Deloris said no because she said that she had some running around to do, but really she did not anything to do but this fast pace that this man had was a bit too much for her to handle. 

Deloris told Charles that it may be possible that they could get a bite to eat later on this evening if she had the time, but really Deloris didn’t have anything to do.  Deloris was just playing hard to get, Charles knew that Deloris really didn’t have anything to do, but had to let think that she was getting over on him, the evening went on and it got late.  Charles played her game, Deloris thought that he was going to call her back to go and get something to eat, so she sat by the phone.  Every time the phone would ring it wasn’t for her it would be for one of the girls, that Deloris shared her room with, Charles never called.  Two days went by Deloris had heard nothing from her knew smooth talking friend, she was beginning to think that it was too good to be true any old way, then on that third day the phone rang, and it was him.  Charles finally called her and she was so happy, but then she could not hide her excitement any longer. Charles then knew he was getting Deloris to show her true side of how she was feeling about him just after two days; the side of her that she thought was so strong.  And the side that some men look for the weak side.

Charles and Deloris, talked, talked, and talked, one date after the other, then one night after they was leaving a party Charles had asked Deloris to come by his place for a little while.  Deloris did not know that nothing was going to happen, because after dating, and flirting with Charles for three months, the both of them had gotten bored with things.  During that short time Deloris and Charles had only did some heavy, touching, you know the things that two people do who are attracted to one another.  This particular night Charles had decided he was going to get some of this hot young southern beauty.  Deloris called herself going to try and tease Charles yet another time.  Deloris did not know what she was in for, but by the time she figured out what was happening, it happened.  Charles had enough pipes to pump oil out of a dry well; In Deloris words “He Had a Big Dick”.  Deloris body had never felt this way before.  Charles made Deloris feel like a real woman.  After that night of intense fucking, that’s all it was, between two drunken people.  Deloris was caught, the night was good, about as much as she could remember, and Deloris became deeply involved with Charles, with her emotions.  Of course you get a little taste of something good you want to get it every chance you can.  This went on for about 4 months, then Deloris was waiting on her period to come, it never did.  Deloris Smith Sims, LSU’s southern beauty from Bogalusa, was pregnant, by Charles Robinson, of Oakdale, LA.  Deloris did tell Charles that she thought she was pregnant, Charles had no response at all, and he just looked at her.  Weeks later Deloris found out she was pregnant, but she never told Charles the test was positive, and she was going to have a child. Exactly five months after Deloris and Charles blissful encounter a child was conceived.

 Deloris had many personal reservations why she chose not to tell Charles. She decided to keep the truth from him, due to his response of the initial notice of the pregnancy.  Rejection, from a man, can be very emotional for a woman, or maybe she did not want him to feel she was trying to trap him, into marriage, or an obligation of fatherhood.  After not being able to tell Charles the truth about her being pregnant with his child, Deloris turned to her childhood friend Luzell.  Deloris could tell Luzell anything, about what was happening with her.  Let the truth be told, Luzell who was very special and dear to her heart.  Luzell told Deloris that he understood about being pregnant and not wanting to tell the father of her unborn child. Well just before baby boy Cason was born, Luzell did something that most men of today’s times would not do; he asked Deloris would she marry him. On December 31, 1964 Deloris and her childhood friend Luzell went out to a New Years Eve party.  During the party Deloris was just having so much fun dancing, this is something she really enjoyed. Deloris said she was doing the bump. Three days later on January 4, 1965 at 6:32 in the morning a 2 pound, and 18 inches long, a baby boy named Cason Demetrius Smith was born.  After baby boy Cason was born, Deloris kindly said yes she would marry, Luzell “Mack” Bolton.

Deloris was so happy her son made through the birth, she named him after the doctor who did the delivery, and his name was Cason Delahouchie.  Deloris new born child should have had his father’s name, but in those days, the women were not a loud to give the child the father’s name.  In Louisiana if a couple was not married, the child was given the mother’s maiden name.  In those days that is how they did it down south.  At birth Cason had many complications, his lungs were under developed.  In addition to his lungs issues he was diagnosed with Hydrocephalus, basically he was what we know today as a water head baby.  His eyes were very large; his stomach was so bloated, he looks as if he was a child from Ethiopia.  From January through June of that year Baby Cason remained in the hospital.   In those days they did not have cable TV, or VCR’s so during the time Cason was in the hospital struggling to stay alive, Deloris got pregnant with her second child.  Come on take a walk with me and see how Luzell gained his number one position with this Southern beauty, of Bogalusa, LA.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Unspoken Emotions, The Poet Experience.....


As I awake each day with you deep in my heart and mind, I wonder do you think of me as I think of thee.  My unspoken emotions keep me at times when I think about you, and your goodness. Your goodness does not push this, longing for our desire to spend more time with one another. As I come to your home it feels like I already belong, to a place that is so full of grace and compassion that is everlasting. It is so wonderful to have this feeling about someone who you know you can trust, and will not judge you. I have that special something with you, even though I have to keep you it my heart, and never tell a soul. It seems like you’re ready, and your body is calling and yearning for me. You feel so good, just like I knew you would. As I walk in the room, and I began to undress, I look into your eyes that are waiting to connect with mine. I start to inhale that angelic aroma that illuminates from your heavenly body, waiting for me to touch in a place where it counts. As I lay back waiting for you, and a reflection of your body flickering, like a candle in the wind. As you stop alone the way to pleasure me in way that is just so indescribable, it makes me grab the sheets, thinking of what is coming next. I welcome any and everything you do to me, because you know what I like, and how I wanted, nice and slow. As you travel closer to my upper body, tasting and licking the fluids that is coming out of my body catching every drop on the tip of your hot tongue. Sometime in the night as your body is next to mines, your back to me as I rub your back and your body begins’ to move as acceptance to my touch that you long for so much. I ask you to close your eyes and let me have my way with you to do as I please. You trust me so much you do not deny me access to unlock the doors of exotic and erotic desires of your heart. As you climb on top of me, watching my every move, you can’t wait as I take my magic wand and begin to tap on the external doors that lead into the deepest cavern of your extremely hot body. As your hot pussy drip with ecstasy anticipating the insertion of this smooth black anaconda, pounding you so hard, in such a way you are not even sure how to breathe. Your eyes let me know how I truly make you feel. Your pussy talks to my dick each time you come up and slide back down. Fast, or slow all you need to know is that my only desire is to make certain that when I am done you will have had “The Poet” experience. I make love how I write, I write a story, that makes you want to read all of the pages until you are done. Just like when I make love to you, I will give you this hot black smooth stick. After I hear you scream my name to the top of your lungs, telling me how well I fuck you, and baring down harder making that pussy hit the bottom of the dick, your pussy just gushing with excitement. As you ride I take my right hand and glide my index finger over your hot hole, to get that scent of sex on my finger to smell what my dick is getting. I love how your sex smells while I am in you deep and strong, I get off on it when I can smell your hot hole. What really gets me off when you want to smell it with me?  After we have made such sweet love I am already anticipating the next time, and the next time. Carrying you around with your body chemistry all over me reminds what I have experienced just a short while ago. I want to expose you the things you have never thought of experiencing with a man such as me. I want to not only to donate my lions and emotions but I want to make a deposit of goodness to you each time I talk with you and spend time with you. Please never stop being who you are and what you do, because I never want to wake up out of this dream that seems so real to me.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

The Cookie a Man’s First Taste

From the womb, men have been destined to taste the “Cookie” for the first time.  A male child has desires for the taste what he does not even know.  That taste is so indescribably awesome, and can take his breath away.  The first taste is so addictive, and once it has been achieved the male child wants, it each time the thought enters his mind.  It is sad but true the first taste was from his own mother. Even if the child was born by cesarean, he was close enough to smell the cookie, what he has never tasted before.  Hormones in all foods that are fed to this male child are impossible for him not to get it.  The mother first eats the hormones in various foods that are passed through the breast during feeding.  The formulas, for children even have the hormones in them, to further increase the mental and physical maturity. Boys as early as 5 years of age, desire sexual satisfaction, and have a natural thirst for this desire that will never leave their hearts, or minds.  The desires, is to constantly attain this taste, is like a Bat needing to feed for what he feels he needs for survival.  The feeding is never enough, the more he gets the more he wants.  One specific feeding ground gets old, and he desires other feeding grounds.  The feeding of these desires turns into breeding.  When the male child turns 9 or 10 years of age the desires intensifies, to the point he begins to do things different.  The difference is he begins to be concerned about his hygiene.  Simple things as taking a bath on a regular basis, and asking one of his parents to purchase cologne. The male child wants to smell good. He knows at his young age that a scent of a male can capture the attention of a woman to further his need to be inside a cookie.  There is a spirit of possessiveness that begins to take place.  The possession is like finding a gold mine, he stakes his claim on a woman, and that he thinks he has the right of passage over her cookie.  Knowing that the cookie is really hers, but in his young warp mind it belongs to him.  In the mind of this preteen he is king over the various cookies he enters.  The cookie owners have said they have no idea that they know what the cookie do to a man. That is so far from the truth, they know. A male child matures in some since of the word, he learns, more about himself, and his body.  His level of understanding about the cookie, and how it makes him feel, has come full circle.  A man’s skills, to invoke the woman’s mind to give him what he needs become second nature.  Various moves while performing various sex acts enhances a man’s ability to get the cookie again, and again.  A man will continue to change his cookie partners, throughout his life.  Over a man’s lifetime, the cat and mouse game for the sake of the cookie, get very interesting.  Sometimes the man and the woman use the power of their organs to attain, material possessions.  Cars, purchased, mortgages paid, personal debts, etc. The only way a woman will ever understand the power of her cookie, is to become a man.  The ethnicity and the external physical make up may have a grave impact on this process of getting some cookie.  Men have desires for different flavors of cat that will make him just explode with excitement.  The flavor or the color of the cookie owner intensifies the orgasmic explosion, of his climactic session of his individual expression, with the giver.  The power of a cookie makes a man creative side comes into play.  A man will desire to use helpful, toys, oils, to help them both boil, with excitement.  Some religious and non religious men have problems with even thinking about going to purchase any such tools.  Even, with suggestions from their wife or girlfriend who would like it.  A woman asking, or hinting does not mean a man can’t handle his business, during an intimate moment?  What it means is she wants more excitement and wants to enhance the moment.  This could also mean she has had someone in the past that could hit the bottom, of her hot canal, and fill up her hot hole all the way up.  A man has to know which situation he fits in.  Couples that may be experiencing sexual frustration can fix that problem for as little as $7.95 cents.  For $7.95 can only fix or enhance what the two of them already have going on at a specific time.  This toy is known as “The Bullet”.   Some men go through life thinking that they can really lick or stick a cookie better than any other man walking.  One thing a man should “NOT” do is to ask a specific cookie giver, is he the best she never had.  Well, I am sorry to tell you that there are men out there that will put a particular man to shame with their skills.  Your wife or girlfriend has run across a man like this in their life time.  Before you she has had a few or many, it really does not matter.  If a man asks that question, he should be ready for the answer.  A lot of times a woman will not save your ego, and she will speak the truth, and “Rip” your heart out right out of its socket.  You’re wife or girlfriend doesn’t want to hurt you, but hey you asked. So men, you want to stay away from that question.  Okay, take a walk with me about fixing, or enhancing the cookie session.  Get your girl to lie down and close her eyes on the bed.  Begin kissing her closed eye lids, then taking your fingers, and lightly running your hands on both sides of her neck.  Doing this will definitely make her tingle all over. Change what part of the body you will touch.  Don’t just automatically go to the chest.  While kissing you’re boo passionately, and gently touching her breast with your hands will have her moaning, and squirming for more.  Take out your new toy, you purchased for $7.95 and push the little button on the top, and place it gently on and off of her “Clit”.  At this point during the cookie session, she will begin to grab your “Rod” of ecstasy.  As, the “Clit” continues being stimulated, your partner will get so wet, and may even cum, before you get inside the hot cookie.  Now, come around in front of her, and continue rubbing her “Clit” with one hand.  With the other hand, slowly rubbing the head of your rod, in and around her very wet cat.  When she is at a point of no return, thrust yourself deep inside, back and forth, your wife or girlfriend will cum, back to back, a guaranteed to scream, an breath hard.  Your wife or girlfriend will be so satisfied with the added member to the family.  Men of various backgrounds sometimes have trouble keeping it real about, the cookie and its power.  Sometimes, religion, or manmade rules and regulations make some men shut down, and not discuss the desires, or concerns.  The cookie over the years have even made men even commit murder.  Remember a man try’s and stake his claim on something that is not even his.  Also the cookie has even destroyed governments, and city officials. Pastors and elders in the various Christian churches have closed churches.  Souls have been sold to the devil for the sake of the cookie.  A cookie over time has caused family’s pain and turmoil.  A man being married, and his flesh is week, and being faithful does not even enter his thought process anymore.  The reason a man fail is, his communication with his wife stop. To help stop or slow down, cookie seekers is to talk.  If things get board, talk about what you can do to fix it. 


Written by:                                                         The Poet                                                                              April 20, 2009