Tucked In The Whom Of My Bride

She is my sun…

I just rotate around her forever revolving life.

This young seed… Nurtured from my stroke of genius…

A beacon of our new lives sent forth into the world.

The cradle we created…. The hold and bond in which we share as a family unit…

When she hits the ground running, these words inked…

Will show truth…

Tuck in my brides whom is a child blessed from the start.

We may not be rich, wealthy, or famous… But consider your family intellects…

An enriched few, proud, generous, loyal, exceptional achievers… (So on and so forth)

We will align constellations and reverse the rings that circle Saturn…

Move mountains and turn them into monuments that signify our ancestors…

Organize the troops and spring forward in harms way to protect her…

So you already know…

Groomed someday for another king to honor and to cherish…

We will guide her, hand in hand…

She’s the beginning and the end of my day.

Enduring life from a child’s view…

She is the comfort that continues to comfort.

A spirit glowing, a smile that shimmers, and a shinning star in her own right.

She is the princess graced with her mother’s beauty and her daddy’s courage.

A lullaby, a sweet yet rambunctious tune…

She is the free-for-all of artistic and stylish development.

She is the mix and mingles of kinetic energy.

She is the fusion of a love intertwined with pure faith and unyielding passion.

This was the creation of a little girl named Brooklyn.

The Poets Ramble

How bizarre am I to think that human instinct would be muddled down to pure survival…. It’s as if I’ve spent my life ripping and running through ages.
Those dark times have now turned to light.
Creeping every so softly into span’s of success and accomplishments.
Sipping the sweet simplistic beverage of knowledge, trust and truth.
Investigating in close quarters of self reflection…
The distinctions between myself and others is heart and compassion… I bind myself to individuals that require my verbal stimulation and pocketed rhythms… They share the fractions of words in which I scribe, analyzing them, depicting them, overlapping them in to there own lives. Using the fruits given to nurture their inquisitive minds.
Therefore, I cast my feelings on to pad with pen… Invoking and opening minds…
Expanding the thought process, challenging common man to dream of life as more than survival tactics… Better yet, daring the world to see life as an abundance of the unexpected… So when you see me… See me as the consciousness that yearns to breathe within you. See me as one heart connect to another. See this note as a poets ramble… Just trying to get a word in above the everyday tactical force of survival.

She was made wealthy

Robust and fortunate from head to toe…
You could tell she was comfortable in her own skin…
That’s what made her so unique within the many of her kind…
Rich in taste and flavor, increasing in texture on a daily basis…
Fashioned together like silky smooth truffles…
Curvaceous in all the right places…
Yeah she was a plus!!! Nothing more than a figurative number…
Another addition to my addiction….
She is wealthy…

Loving the life she lives, in all its glory…
While enduring the wrath of those who wear rose colored glasses….
Those seeking somewhere in between the size 0 through 9.
Laid she… The proud beauty in the double digits…
Confident in her womanly abilities
“Built tough” like a ford… “Heavy” like a Chevy…
I reflect on this woman… This full-bodied woman…
Blessed to be so wealthy by the creator…

To describer her further would only arouse the appetite of men…
And so I must…

My need to scrape her plate… Already in view….
Left a “brotha” to imagine…
What lies beneath that candy coated dress?
This woman had to be made of heavenly caramel delights.
Leaving my mouth watering,
Eyes peeking through whipped cream topped ambrosia.
Lost in toffee dipped, orgasmic confections…
I wanted to be engulfed by her decadents…

Taking her in, ever so gently…
Introducing her to my chocolate covered desires…
My mound of almond joy…
The kisses O’ plenty formed by my lips…
Being draped across her shoulder blades and down her back….
Me, the avid connoisseur, indulging in exploration.
Stroking her each and every curve…
Willing to please and tease in any location asked…
Revealing the ecstasy of my conversational heart…
Enjoying the panting fusion of us….

She was knowingly sweet….
I mean so sweet….
I wish I could put her on a stick and be thankful for the cavity!!!
Moreover, she was made wealthy...
Quenching my thirst for that wealthy kinda lovin and giving clarity…

Hey Lover

Hey lover….
Did I tell you that I loved you today?

You carry so much weight in my everyday decisions.
Because I know that those decisions are being made for us…
See, there’s no time for selfishness or single minded thinking in our world.
We’ve grown to know that, with everyday comes a new beginning.
And every new beginning comes with another blessing or opportunity to better our lives as one. We remain peaceful in our surroundings. We love hard, motivating one another to succeed... We’ve endure rocky times, when each of us might have been at our lowest points in life. Yet we are stronger for it. We have built an unbreakable bond of respect, consciousness, and trust…

We stay prayed up in faith….
On a daily regiment of spirituality and the philosophy that “God would never put more on us then we could bear”. Undeniably I love this about you… You have a heart of hearts.
We work as a team to conquer our goals and objectives… Sharing the captain’s chair and enjoying life one day at a time. We share the best laughs, the best conversations… Finishing one another’s sentences… Best of all we are soul mates sent to one another by pure fait. This accord we share was magical from day one. Joining in a united front… “It’s just me and you against the world”. I couldn’t dream of my life any other way, but with you.

So, lover…
When I say, “I love you”.
I mean it from the depth of my soul. I carry thoughts of you during my daily struggle to become a better person. I carry the importance of our sacrifices in my heart. I carry images of you on our wedding day. I carry all the times we’ve hugged, kissed and snuggled…. I commit all of me… Mind, body and soul… Because I know, it will only lead to a greater good and a righteous path. I seek no longer for a concubine. I’ve found a queen. A precious stone unturned just for me.

Hey lover….
Did I tell you I love you today?

The Holla

Hey you! Yes you lady love….
Can I have a minute of your time?
Wanna listen to my love song???
A cluster of demure words written in rhyme….
Just enough to sedate the gloom of the day…
Find in this blue/black brotha, what you may…
I’m a new testament transformed from the old.
Chocolate in color yet tastes so bold...
I’m a love well spent.
I’m a man demanded and breed well kept.
Influenced by divine intervention…
Sometimes troubled by the devils contention.
I move forward and above the hypocrisy.
Never that man, to wait around for the next catastrophe.
So enough about me and let’s talk about you.
Caught by your eloquence, I’m stuck like glue.
I’ve noticed you for a while and thank God I found you.
Blended copper skin and flakes of gold surround who?
Loves batched-caramel, heath, heresy’s licked and in view.
Canvassed bright lights like Vegas, so clear too.
Your dress… A play-land of luxury dipped in the finest gear…
A Swag so smooth…
Your vocab undoubtedly ravenous, wishing to hear your “Grooveshark” like mood…
Packed and complacent, loving you will be forever sacred.
Bounds and leaps I will jump, bending over…Your smallest care must be taken…
An entity so large… Ora never forsaken,
Granted access ponda young yout, cradled abated.
Make up beautiful, like pure sex… New discoveries animated…
Babygirl, you are hue like no other…
A diamond released after a coal stone smothered…
Succulent and supple… I just wanna be there… Old and gray, happy to cuddle…
So lets start this motion picture romance on a widescreen view.
Floating in high definition, just us two….
Lets write the dialogs, no editing needed…
I’ll welcome you to my humble abode… Corpuscles excited when greeted.
Exchanging compliments back and forth… Damn we so conceited!
Drinks setting in, us both kinda dazed…
Putting out the burnt blunt, room smoky cloudy haze…
We can sit for the meal or skip straight to desert….
Enjoying each others companionship…Senses on full alert…
Darlin, I hope I’m not moving to fast???
But I got a love-jones slash taste for seduction and I wanna claim dat ass!
I can see your true value and for what it’s worth…
This man will work hard to please you…
Starting this day forward, beyond our legacies birth…
If love is what your heart desires??? I promise mine won’t hurt…
If love is what your heart desires??? I promise mine won’t hurt…

Escalating evening into midday

Water, fire, earth and wind…
A breathless kiss kept hearts beating within….
Touched, teased and tested….
A spot in my heart burned and turned well rested…
Satisfied by lip prints and desires…
This scholar now motivated by smiles ready to retire.
Relaxed and in awe…
Perhaps what I saw??? Envisioned in simple light…
Was a stature so vigor…. So hot it simmered.
Tucked in to the silence of sight…
Melodic sound so sweet…
I dear to speak, her voice like the sound of a harp…
My imagination it seeks, to sew the seed she reaps.
And inhaling her smell on my sheets…
Tight, raw, sipped and thawed.
Drunk with a beverage in hand.
She swayed her hips and tipped the band,
With a wink that would turn you to sand.
The chosen one, the smoking gun…
My moon, caressed by the sun…
Calibrated senses and clothes undone…
Lovely, let’s get down to the fun.
My favorite drug and love from above.
Draped in cuddles and hugs…
I, having an appetite for destruction…
Feeling the eruption, joined in abduction…
While lustful seduction settled my room.
We came together in the dark creating a spark,
And awoke the next day at noon

A Beautiful Evening Continues Into The Morning…

Sensuous melodies played softly in the background…
As we began to dip and sway in each others arms our fingers intertwined…
The curves of your awaiting body, fits my wanting hands…
I pull you close to me; kissing your forehead, eyes and lips.
I’ve wanted these moments so feverishly….
I want to learn all that is you…
Sweat-fire-ice-convulsions-gasps-thrusts,
Spasms-caresses-cries-screams…

You light the candles. I’ll bring the wine
The desire for that familiar sensation…
I, fitting your rhythms with my rhymes.

Simultaneously emerging from a bath,
Our skins tingling with pleasure…
I tickle you; your laughter lighting up the darkness with a robust joy.
Your hands creeping down my back slow like honey…
You educate me with your mouth, tongue, breast, hips, thighs, legs, feet and toes…
I search for the restless touch of your sunset eclipsing my sunrise…
Homespun images of engulfing love making,
I open you to the middle like a book.
And by nightfall we have pinpointed each others constellations…
This is an engagement meant for two…
You left, floating in a powerful rapture…
Overwhelmed with brilliant delight…

When flesh and flesh meet…
Nothing can stop their union…
But when soul and soul kiss…
Who can stop the love?

Fore, a beautiful evening continues into the morning…

I will love you in the morning and the morning after that…
Only always….

The Testament

Within all the vehicles in which God has chosen.
He cared for me.
To be very honest…
Sometimes surrounded by negativity, I wonder why?
The displeasures I have encountered in life…
The up’s and the downs…
Where do I find my justice?
Constant down falls of the misguided.
How do I find my religion?
Where do I begin the search for my chosen path?

I start here…
In my creative writings….
Whether it be about love or romance….Hardship or heartache…
I pray that he remakes me into the person I’m supposed to be.
At this point I consider it solely self loathing.
Frustrations atop anger, atop the depression…
I know for sure, considering death as the easy way out
It is not the choice, that I choose…

I choose life and somewhat of and immortal existence.
As hard as it gets….
Overcoming the obstacles in which I have over come.
Spreading joy, love and loss via the masses.
I understand where my place is.
Speaking to the people of life’s transgressions….
Whether it be struggle and turmoil…
Erotic lust and love.…
It’s inevitable he has a purpose for me.

At my grandmothers funeral.
The preacher insisted on the subject….
What have you done in between your dash?
The time span from where your life first began, up until the day you die.
I haven’t done much for others….
But I’ve done more for myself than any man could do….
I don’t want for much… I’m not gluten…
But I have been sinful in being selfish…
Creating a brick wall in between the blessings…
Shattering dreams, hopes and expectations…


I write this affirmation….
Because physically I feel done and somewhat ignored.
Emotionally….
I fell dragged by the tailwind of uncertainty.
What’s gonna happen next?
As if Jesus hasn’t heard my cry for help.
I need you!
I believe, I believe, I believe…
There’s better in the world for me.
I try to stand up and trust that everything will be alright.
Yet to be struck down, once again with a seemingly fatal blow.
In all, this continues to be an inner struggle…
Until my day has come to leave this earth in passing.
I pray for inner peace, away from the daily stress of life.
This is a new beginning.
A new chapter in the book of Dubscience.

No more wondering….
No more searching….
Just the testament of a heart in need of healing.
A body in need of rest…
And the importance of what I’ve done in between my dash…

What we do...

She rocks; I roll.
Heated bodies squeezing and intertwined.
Her vibrating breath calls out to me, “come forward”
I consume her every last drop…
I am up and down; she is in and out…
She aches for my every motion…
Touching her self as she cums & goes….

Sleek yet naked souls, meet with closed eyes and discover never existed places.
The love we make is delicious, like summer rain.
Daytime fantasies, drowning in your dark night dreams.
The clashing of bodies, almost as if tribal ritual.
Taking each others curves without using any breaks…

Sun Kiss

Picture yourself by the beach
You stop and sit down resting upon the sand…
The sunlight is bright and warm upon your face…
The water begins to take on a beautiful sparkle and reflection.
Hearing the sounds of the waves gently ebb and flow,
swirling so beautifully creating rainbow colors.
Each color shimmering so bright.
You softly close your eyes feeling the soft breeze in your hair…
Basking in the beauty and wonder of today.
Seashells wash upon the shores so gold.
As you reach out your hand allowing the sand to spill through your finger tips…
There is a strong sense of calm and serenity.
Peace of mind within…
It is in the enchantment of watching the beautiful day break…
Touching, feeling, smelling, embracing a brand new day.

This Soul

This soul…
The essential being of a person…
It is religious, philosophical….
It is self awareness…
The seat of a person’s innermost emotions and feelings…
It is the vital principle…

Capturing mind and embodied thoughts…
I found a root to hold on too…
Glittering before me, laid one soul to another…
Confessing it’s cravings for a common bond…
Stability while it lingered in purgatory.
Though agile in spirit, it was weakened by a fatal blow.
The love in which it once caressed… Is no longer so…

This soul…
Possibly beaten, battered and bruised…
Considered “de-funked” and left to drown,
Needed nothing more, than unconditional love...
Tireless, tender kisses to awaken it from the grief…
Only wanting to supply the necessities of life,
A foundation of intensive care is necessary for this heartbreak.

I try to be shy…
But the sensitive side of being a cancer springs forth…
I find the need to console this lonely heart...
Maintaining ease, and vindication of a mutual attraction.
We levitate to a higher plain.
Depending on one another…Sustaining the weight of life’s trial and tribulations…

This soul… (The crying)
The essential being of a person… (The stress)
It is religious, philosophical…. (The conscious)
It is all self awareness…
The seat of a person’s innermost emotions and feelings…
It is the vital principle… (The common bond)

Afternoon Delight

See, I was conquered by her beauty and astonished by her wisdom.
She was a dreamer, captivated by my intelligent word play on her heartstrings…
Humming, “Pretty brown eyes” by Mint Condition
I yearn to awake to her good morning kisses.
I only wish to leave this world with her goodnight moans…
Good and plenty kinda lovin is what she deserves, from beginning to end …

While burning Gods good green’s.
I watch her soul strut across the living room floor.
Tupac and John B’s “Are ya still down” playing in the background.
As she dances, I observe her hips sway back and forth to the rhythm.
The natural light from the picture window kissing her skin.
(Yeah she simmers…)
Her ora bursts at the seams and glows with blinding light…
You can see the warmth on her face.
She lifts my spirits and congers lustful thoughts.

She bounces from the chair to the couch and landed in my lap.
This is a thrown known by few……
Whispering in my ear “I love you”.
She plants the seed of victory with a kiss and a smile…
Like J. Holiday’s “Put you to bed”.
I place my pad and pen down.
Wrap my hands with folded fingers around her waist…
Carrying her to the bedroom…

Bed King Size…
Sheets tossed, pillows on the floor,
Incense burning, talking dirty, throats dry, kinda love…
She hurt me to the core with pleasures unimaginable…
Using my manhood to contort her inner-being.
It was better than Sunday brunch…
Bumping, H Town’s “Knocking the Boots”

And afterwards,
I watch her getting dressed, t-shirt and panties,
Scatting blues tunes…
Like “In the rain” by The Dramatics…
Or “Stormy weather”, like Ella Fitzgerald.
Twirling that gorgeous brown hair into a bun…
I day dream about the future, when we create another…
(Another one of us…)


Me, Singing “Papa’s got a brand new bag” like James Brown.
I praise this feeling of freedom.
The promise of our legacy to come.
I ponder at the gift that God has given me…
He allows our new awaking
He… The creator of all…

Has graced my life with…..
(Shout it from the rooftops!!!)
“You must be my Soul Sista”!!! Like Bilal.

We enjoy these melodic times,
Of sounds, tunes, vibes, the enhancing of senses,
Playfulness, and comfort in this afternoon delight…

Perceptive View

Stricken from the view of outside eyes…
I would rather be alone somewhere with you.
I found an exquisite prized possession.
My secret, undisclosed to the world.
Examining this muse, pondering on its renewed arousal of life…
Some men can acknowledge beauty in another mans wasteful castaways.
Yet we still search for refuge near a kind heart and an understanding smile…
Suitable for romance, haste lingers at a glance...
Submerged by your full lips and devoted eyes.
Permeating, massaging, encumbering, entrusted and blessed…
Both days and nights conceived in the rapture of tearful moments and joy.
Flowers blooming in the midst of our spring…
Deep inside this heart, has been turned in to a home.
Leaving us locked in a delicious embrace.
For this prized possession is made of pure bliss and love at is best.
Soft yet firm, caressing your honeyed pearl…
Thriving on our moans and whispers in the dark…
Stricken from the view of outside eyes…All of this and more, I’ve found with you…

Fixated and Fantasizing

Heart melted… Chocolate hands held upright and opened. Welcoming her content thoughts… Wanting to only hold them for a while because she belongs to another…. Fixated on what makes her tick??? What passion lies beneath that beautiful soul??? These are the questions of my heart… Acting like a child, clasping to a new and unfurled toy… Lord have mercy… She is so fresh, so brand new… Like minded as well and as deep as the Pacific itself… This Tigress I describe captivates, contorts, capsizes, curls and cuddles every awaiting corpuscle. Leaving me longing and logged in waiting to read her new affirmation…. Draped in her friendly love from a distance I stand… Pound for pound this, queen among queens is a profound keepsake and could only be adored by a chosen few. I toast you right back lady love. Cause this was written just for you….

My lock and key

I feel so blessed to be bound by her... Our lives integrated, creating and irreplaceable love. In a hazy daze sucked in to her admission… My heart beat skips and the feeling is warm… My eyes lock on to every inch of her awaiting existence… I feverishly lick my lips in imagined thoughts of her kiss. Touchin, teasing, lustin and lovin is what I desire… Somehow in the back of my mind, I know that she can provide the hostess fire. I’m talking, scorched earth, volcanic eruptions, and 3^rd degree burns… I want to learn all that is her… Here I stand temped and tested…

Gazing upon such a lovely vista view…. I am but a small fragment of her ever-changing world and yet my heart knows it place. She…. This heavenly creature, destined to be my fait… Shielding all doubt and harm from the requiem of my mind.