CEO

we observed each others companies, studied the benefit of mutual investments...

Before our companies merged u were pleased at how my stock grew tremendous...

Said I took care of ya companies assets in ways you have never witnessed...


When the merger finished I told her I named her the CEO, simply put, "I gave her the business!"

Beautifully UGLY

Because of the way Media reinforces the negative values this world has in such a positive light.

Taking what would normally be seen as negative behavior and making it socially accepted.

People are confused!!!

They have lost the value in VALUES!

They say "common sense isn't common." 

People have gotten so caught up in portraying an image…

An image that emulates the ideals media portrays as positive...

That we as a society has reached a point where image has replaced personality

People allow their physical appearance or beauty to become their personality.

The closer their personal image is to the characteristics media has force fed our society.

The more "Beautiful" a person feels they are.

I am not above anyone or too arrogant to claim to be completely oblivious to the influences of media

But i do have a firm grasp on the SIGNIFICANT differences between APPEARANCE and PERSONALITY.

Most people have a firm grip on trending fashion sense, but absolutely no SENCE about themselves.

So they are shallow and without any true depth. 

Beauty does not make you a good person, it doesn't and shouldn't make you likable. 

If you were physically hideous would people still like you? 

would they desire to be in your presence?

If not, take some time to look at the hideous reflection your personality gives off. 

You personality may be so ugly you would crack a mirror if you looked into it.

Give your personality a positive make over, become INWARDLY BEAUTIFUL!

And stop finding contentment in being..

Beautifully Ugly

The CURB

I have so much going on in my life…
So much bearing down on these shoulders of mine…
It's funny…
I was talking to my grandmother the other day, having a conversation about just this...
I don't stress…
I don't know how to hold onto the burdens of this world for long...
Dont't let these trouble get me down at all…
I guess…
I was built like this for a reason…
Because looking back on this life of mine, if i actually took the time to stress about this life I have lead…
I wouldn't be here!!
I would have ended this existence long ago.
But God has built me perfectly to be able to withstand SO MUCH!
and I am not just talking about my own issues.
i often times act as a counselor/confidant/open ear for those around me.
and due to my personality i take their issues on as my own.
helping them find resolutions and answers.
helping them to find some significant type of resolve in their lives.
But that is the calling that God has placed on me.
For me to be here for more then my own selfish desires.
He calls me to constantly be a leader.
The thing about being a leader that a lot of people fail to acknowledge.
is to be a LEADER
you have to be a SLAVE to the people.
So I stand here.
Prepared
ready
for this world to throw it's very worse at me.
Knowing that I have been built perfectly
for this calling.
I leave my doubts,
drawbacks,
fear,
and hesitation
on
THE CURB

Home

They say HOME is where the heart is...

That's funny to me, because I don't know where my heart is...

So do I not have a HOME?

Am I HOMEless?

Does my heart walk the streets like a beggar asking for CHANGE from others?

I can hear my hearts pathetic pleas now, "Just looking for a little CHANGE so I can get HOME"

How pitiful an existence.

I can see my hearts tattered clothes that are worn, torn, and in poor condition because of all the troubles it's been through.

Having been abused by those before that dangled CHANGE in it's face, then snatched it away.

I see the utter determination in my heart, to just get some CHANGE so it can just get HOME!

With as much time as my heart has wasted looking for CHANGE you would think it would just give up regretfully and walked HOME.

But my heart is lost.

And can't find it's way HOME,

Because...

HOME beckons my heart from distances it can't gauge.

Like ventriloquism HOME keeps throwing its voice.

So my heart doesn't know if HOME is close at hand, or beyond the distant horizon.

My heart just knows that CHANGE can help it get HOME.

Doesn't take much CHANGE, very little actually.

But sometimes the littlest things in life are the hardest to find.

This CHANGE is like finding a needle in a stack of haystacks.

I can feel my hearts deepest desires, it's silent cries.

It carries this sign.

In it's hands, "Will work for CHANGE"

And it means it.

My heart will work itself to the bone for payment of just some measly CHANGE.

It will cherish that CHANGE as it makes it's way finally HOME.

My heart has always held the key to it's HOME.

Just can't get there with no CHANGE.

my heart whispers, "I'm going to make it HOME"

And I believe it wholeHEARTedly.

Find us a HOME.

Better then this

As much as I want to be bitter about the situation, I can't be.

It's like something in me won't allow it.

I want to be mad and lash out, but I can't find it in me.

I can't be upset at a person that told me straight up they weren't ready.

It's my fault, for being so accepting.

I don't think it's right though.

Don't think I deserve this.

I love(d) her...

I'm going to hurt a lil, but I'll be fine.

I'm better then this.

DEEP WITHIN (short story)

she came into my life...
With a common problem that women have when they deal with men who's main focus in sex...
is themselves...
She told me she'd had some intense sexual encounters but never had an orgasm...
So I sincerely apologized for the failures of all man kind...
because up to this point obviously no man has truly appreciated or knew HOW TO appreciate how beautiful she was...
I then asked her...
"Relinquish your body to me, give me unquestioned power of attorney over the physical assets that the most high blessed you with"...
"As well as your intimate pleasure"...
She snickered as if I was joking...
but came to an unsettling silence when she realized the sincerity in my eyes...
I broke deafening silence by telling her, "I am going to execute her acceptance of failure, and permanently lay to rest her feelings of unsatisfaction"...

I took her gently but firm by the hand, and led her down the hall as if this where her green mile...
we walk hand in hand into the bathroom...
Pick her up and set her on the counter next to the sink
In the process of lighting three candles I explain to her, "An orgasm can't be FOUND in just the intensity of sex alone."...
That, "It's hidden in the midst of all six of your senses (YES 6) which help perceive the world around you."...
"And in order to find it, you must first be lost in your senses, and in tune with something DEEP WITHIN"...
I start the bath...
At a temperature that would bring comfort to her weary and unappreciated body...
But would cause her to shimmer due to the sweat droplets that would dance the Tango along the beauty of her perfect skin...
Place a small amount of Epsom salt and Lavender fragranced bubble bath into the tub...

She nervously attempts to start undressing herself...
But I stop her at the first button of her blouse...
Look her in her eyes and tell her, "There was never a queen in history that ever feared her servant."
That, "I am at the service of your every sensual command, a slave to your every sexual demand"
Reassured her that ,"It wasn't me in control, but her body, and you need not fear the directions it gives me."
Piece by piece I remove her clothes that separate my eyes from being able to hear her angelic bodies silent but deafening pleas for satisfaction...
I neatly fold her clothes and place them aside...

I take her by her hand and bow as I help lower her in the water that was waiting patiently for her perfection to enter...
Help lower her head to lay at the back of the tub on a towel I rolled to act as a pillow...
Reassuring she was comfortable, I leave her for a moment and return with a radio, one glass, wine, and a bowl of crushed ice...
Turn the radio on to play music as smooth as her skin...
Kneel next to the tub and tell her, "Thank You"
the surprise in her face makes me answer the question she spoke without asking...
"It's an honor to love you. Just to coexist alongside you brings me joy I am not worthy of having"
I pour her a glass of Wine...
Allow her to sip from it, a small drop of wine is left behind on her lips, she attempts to wipe it away...
but I grab her hand...
and for a second admire the drop of wine that sits there as if celebrating JUST being able to exist on her lip...
I kiss it away...
softly...
She ask me where my glass was?...
I tell her that, "I'm already intoxicated by your beauty and don't want to get too tipsy this evening as I DRIVE her to a sexual place she'd never visited before. I'm trying to avoid a DUI"

I reach into the warmth of the water and grab her foot...
Attentively I massage toes, foot, heel, ankle, calf, the back of her knee, and slowly up the thigh to the point where her long elegant legs meet lips...
Even though I never actually touch her lips she slightly jumps and arches her back...
I proceed past her lips to the other side in an equally attentive, but reverse pattern of the first leg finishing at her toes...
Cautiously place her foot back in the water as if it were as fragile as glass...
I reach back in and lock fingers with her hand as I pull it out the water...
commence to massage the tension out of her hands...
The aches out of her arms...
I ask ,"Queen can you please lean forward"
she does..
I massage the shoulders that carry the load of this ungrateful worlds burdens...
work my hands down to relieve the stress off the back that daily serves as the support for so many undeserving around her...
I return her to her rested position against the towel, and wipe the sweat from her face... 

I then take a few pieces of ice and run it along the outline of her frame...
in between her fingers...
down her back...
down the length of her legs...
place a piece in her belly button...
and drop a small handful of really small pieces in between her legs as she sits in the water...
The mixture of hot ...
cold...
causes her to let out just a small sexual whimper...
I marvel at how fast the ice melts against her skin...
take a piece start at her delicate collar bone..
down...
toward the top of her unblemished and perky breast travel...
down...
circle her nipple gently, just to get it to stand at attention...
her back arches... forward...
I take this opportunity to kiss her...
a deep and intimate kiss...
where our tongues fight for dominance...
I pull away..
she follows...
"Wait", is what i say to her to get her to stop her pursuit to continue...
she groans... just slightly...

I drain the water from her bath...
grab her by her hand and ask her to let me help her stand...
Together we bring her to her feet and I pause for a second...
and speak...
"You are bliss in human form."
Her body is like an eagle in flight to me, She's Majestic
turn on the shower and get in with her fully clothed...
with laughter she asks me what I am doing...
I don't even respond...
I just turn her so her back is against the water
I grab the soap and cloth and begin to lather then wash her body...
I lift her leg to wash the bottom of her feet...
Her calf, the back of her thigh up to the point where her butt makes a crease...
I gently separate her legs and I wash the mecca of her being...
then wash the rise in her back, then up towards her neck...
The turn her to face me and wash her stomach and breast...
I wash her finger tips, arms, elbows and collar bone...
I grab a new cloth to wash her face...
Before doing so I kiss her forehead with a peck..
I rinse her body from head to toe, shut off the water...
We step out the shower hand in hand...
I grab a towel and dry every inch of her body making sure to not leave behind a single drop of water...
wrap the towel around her, and remove the damn clothing from my body...

I lead her from the bathroom to the bedroom...
Since both rooms are connected I leave the candles in the bathroom lit...
And crack the door slightly so just a small sliver of light shoots through the room parting the darkness like the Red Sea...
Walk her to the bed remove all the covers and pillows down to just the fitted sheet...
playfully toss her into the bed...
and dive in after her...

I tease the delicate places of her body with only my tongue and lips...
surprising her by venturing into sensitive areas even she didn't know would make her body respond as if i was calling it's name...
She moans...
I take her hand and place it in between her legs...
she rubs herself for a moment and pulls her hand away...
Before it could get to far I grab it and lead it back down to where I had originally left it...
Look her intensely in her eyes and say one word,
"STAY"
She obeys...
while she rubs herself i kiss the outside of her hand gently...
and run my tongue along the length of the finger doing all the work...
Her skin crawls...
I can see the goosebumps sweep across her body like a wave...
and I follow them...
Rubbing over them with the smoothness of my face...
I grab her by her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed

the bible says we come from the earth...
And the earth is frequently referred to as the mother...
So I bow down and kiss the moistness of her fertile soil to pay my respect to where I intend to plant the seeds of our future families growth...
And my mother always told me to show respect for what god has given and always lick the plate clean...
so I dine like starvation is close at hand and I have no earthly idea when my next meal is going to be...
Making sure to look up and connect eyes with her...
using my hands to pay my respects of the most delicate parts of her body that yearn for attention...
combining...
a firm but soft grip on her breast making time to play with the nipple with my right hand...
while the other...
slides upward from her legs, then to the side of her body...
all the while never breaking contact nor decreasing intensity with my mouth and tongue to her lower lips...
She screams!
Her legs CLINCH...
Like as if trying to hold onto for dear life to the body of a horse when riding bare back...
but releases...
when she looks down to realize that it's my head in between her legs...
and asked me why even in the grasp of her legs did I not stop or even panic...
I break suction with her lips...
to answer...
"If ever there were a perfect place to end my existence, right here would be it, and I would much rather cease to exist then to leave you unsatisfied."
I wipe her nectar from my face...
Push her knees to her chest with one arm and with my other hand open her lips...
and dive back in....
head first (pun intended)...
Giving her a tongue lashing like she had stolen from my wallet...
I release and let her rest for a second...

I place ...
My naked body against hers...
she reaches down and grabs my manhood like as if to claim it for her very own...
Like it belonged undoubtedly to her and her alone...
and I ensure her it does with a simple, "Yes baby"...
She smiles victoriously...
and spreads her legs wider then the east is from the west...
I pull back to marvel at the boundless amount of moisture her body had created...
it seemed to be everywhere...
As if making attempt to mock me...
or perhaps challenge me...

A challenge I was more then ready to accept...

Ready, willing and much more then able...

I place the tip of my being into the doorway to her world...

Holding it there long enough... 

To make her grow impatient and reach up and grab my body to merge us as one...

But I pull back...
I smile a most devilish grin and enter as if this is and always was where I belonged...

straight from tip to base...

she gasp...

and clenches me with her arms, her legs...

her very essence seizes up for a second...

I whisper into her ear, "Baby relax"

She finally exhales and allows her body to relax...

I pull out completely and lay down...

and instruct her,  "take this opportunity to take control, because once I take control of your body believe me you may never want to take it back."

She apprehensively mounts me.

i ask her, "why are you so afraid of pleasure?"

she must have taken that as some sort of sexual insult...

because she began to ride me like if her life depended on it...

I let her put in an honest days worth of work, then...

I place one hand on her back side to feel the bounce her works creates.

and the other I slide up the front of her body from her navel...

to her breast, making sure to play with them just a little...

to her neck...

and grab tight...

not enough to cut her air supply...

but firm enough so she feels the strength in my hand...

she moans and deeps and satisfying moan...

loses what little control she still had over her rhythm...

riding me faster...

harder,,,

I flip her...

Me now on top, her now at the command of my strength and rhythm...

never breaking my grip on her neck...

i stroke her deep and strong...

she reaches up and grabs for my neck I allow her...

finding a strength in her she must not have known existed...

she pulls her self up to kiss me long and deep...

I let the grip on her neck go and use both hands and place both hands on her behind...

pick her up off the bed...

place her back against the wall and continue to evade her world with my own.

repeatedly and unyielding. 

she wraps her legs around me strongly and bounces up and like a child on a pogo stick...

i walk her back over to the bed and place just her shoulders on the bed...

allowing her body to suspend elegantly between the bed and I...

I hold her hips and slow my stroke to allow her to feel as though my stroke it whats keeping her high...

she calls my name as if it is the only word she knows, or can remember...

I answer with, "Yes baby I hear you"

I pull out...

stand her up turn her around so her back is against my chest...

Pull her firmly against me and enter her...

she loses the strength in her knees but I hold her up...

I can feel her heartbeat...

and match that beat, trying to place us in sync...

she feels my desire to please her…

I pull her so close that our bodies feel as one…

As the strength in my chest rubs against her back...

There is no longer a barrier between her satisfaction or mine…

we are intertwined…

I instruct her to "bend over and place your hands on the bed"

she does…

I place my hand on the small of her back and begin with long…

slow…

strokes…

Her back arches every time I am fully emerged in her world…

moaning to the beat of my rhythm…

I reach under her body to perfect breast that are hanging…

like beautiful fruit from a tree…

touch them gently, never breaking the rhythm her and I bodies has created…

This acts a catalyst for her sexual drive…

She begins to push back and an increasing pace..

I oblige her desire to hasten the tempo…

removing my hands from her body and allowing her to be completely in charge…

she thrust backward harder..

and harder..

screaming slightly every time I am immersed in her…

the temporary bonding and disconnection of our skin make the most beautiful clapping noise…

meshed perfectly alongside the occasional sound of her round backside meeting the palm of my hand…

we are making music in this room…

a sensual melody only our bodies could create…

I take control…

grabbing her by her small waist and  pulling her toward me like I'm lost without the feel of her skin against me…

then pushing her away again to have the pleasure of being able to do it again…

repetition…

and an almost alarming pace…

she holds on to the bed almost for dear life because her knees have forgotten what to do with themselves..

so I wrap one arm underneath her…

removing her from her feet and continue to bombard her…

until i see her reaching the point to where she is about to lose her grip on the bed…

I remove myself from the depths of her body…

and place her into the bed…

Jumping in behind her like predator to its prey…

I mount her like a stallion..

Proud and regal…

I am driven by the intensity in her eyes...

We change positions again and again as if attempting to find the perfect position and angle for which to merge our bodies as one…

relying upon the strength and flexibility of body parts that have gone unjustly unused…

our bodies become clay to the molding of our sexual artistry..

allowing our imagination to run wild with each others beings…

pleasure for oneself is replaced by a yearning,..

an almost desperate need to out do the other persons desire to please the other…

It becomes a competition of pleasing…

creating the perfect win-win situation...

Then suddenly…

the look upon her face changes….

a mixture between surprise, misunderstanding and pleasure…

her body from DEEP WITHIN…

takes over…

Her flesh looses it's control over the situation..

and her spirit takes the helm…

i sense it…

and find strength of her new found loss of control…

digging deeper…

stroking harder…

while caressing her body attentively…

and watching it's response to my each and every finger…

she makes a sound that surprises herself even more then me…

and releases what felt like...

years of unsatisfaction..

years of letdown…

years of coming second to a man's desire…

and embraces a new found understanding of her body…

embraces a new appreciation for intimacy…

and a knowledge of some thing more that lives and resides…

DEEP WITHIN

Gone

I still don't think I'm comfortable with the fact that she's...
Gone
that as much as I love her she's...
Gone
my love may never bring her back, because she's...
Gone
My heart reaches out to her through silent cries, but they fall on deaf ears, because she's...
Gone
We speak...
I feel the distance in our conversation, because she has distanced her heart out of my reach...
I'm lost in emotion with no outlet, just pint-up-desire...
Having no avenue to drive away these feelings of unfulfillment...
Finding no peace in friendship...
But she ignores my courtship...
Because she's...
Gone
And it's my fault she's...
Gone
So I find myself being angry at bad decisions...
Unable to forgive my past iniquities...
I was inadequate...
unattentive...
did respond fast enough...
To the signs that shown brighter than florescent advertisement...
So...
She's...
Gone
buy my hand what was once whole is destroyed...
torn apart...
incomplete...
beyond repair...
Because it's...
Gone
and though she may come back in flesh, she is still...
Gone
In spirit.