Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Saturday, February 12, 2022

Sleeping Beauty

 



I see Sleeping Beauty differently,
Her hair is not blonde and straight,
It's dark brown, curly, and a bit frizzy,
With as much elegance and grace

Skin with the hue of caramel,
Soft, silken and smooth.
Kisses capable of love spells,
With lips as full as the moon.

Dark brown eyes with the depth of night,
Agaze enough to lose yourself inside.
Her smile feels like the warmth of sunrise,
When it shines just a little too bright. 

It took a lifetime to say I found you,
Traveled a world for just one kiss.
I'm a witness that the stories are true,
A confession that magic exists. 


~Ivory





Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Poetry: Courtroom

Your case yearns this verdict,

Let me touch your burden of proof.

Show your exculpatory evidence,

It’s justice in your courtroom.


I love hearing your plea’s,

During my oral arguments.

Disclose to me your felony,

While I taste your indictment.


Remove those articles,

I want to admire your jurisdiction.

Remand your collateral,

On my subpoenas injunction.


I lay claim to your appeal,

Enjoy motions from your counsel.

Admissive and concealed 

I make love to your acquittal.



~Ebony


THE O COLLECTION

Monday, June 18, 2018

Poetry: Vanilla Ice Cream














When I taste you I feel warm inside,
Even when you're always frigid.
Cold, I freeze to the core with pride,
Especially after a good licking.



Smooth and silken you melt in my hands, 
Consumed you drip from my lips.
I tighten my grip as you come to an end, 
Sugar walls I begin to strip.







Exposed I lean in for the last of you,
Inside my mind starts to scream.
Sugar that resonates through and through,
My beloved vanilla ice cream.






~Ebony

Cum to my past:



Poetry: Sweet





Thick and lush sweet on the tongue,
Dessert of an exquisite kind.
Molten blush like a molasses touch,
Sugar rind from an intrinsic mind.
Golden nectar that travels blind,
Slowly glides like a summer stroll.
Flavored tempter that begs for mine,
Embrace, that's fresh like the days of old.
From peaks to valleys all is sweet,
Wet your pallet and truth be told.
The light that shines a hue discrete,
A taste refreshing, bright and bold.
Devouring tender piece of gold,
Empowering splendor deep inside,
Sustenance for the body and soul,
As the mind finds a candied sunrise.











~Ivory

Cum to my past:

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Poetry: You




I feel the changes around me,unnervingly beautiful.
I am anxious but firm as I bask on what tomorrow has finally brought me.
A quiet storm I hold fast against your winds of change.
I am a lioness, beautiful and fearless, but I am also the fragile crystal that could still cut if broken.
I stand before you naked but not vulnerable nor timid.
I stand to only share a glimpse of what has happened to me...since I met you.



As the years before have gone by I have treated the world as it has treated me.
I have cherished my blessings and dispatched those that have meant me harm.
I have climbed to the peak of my mountain alone because I don't need anyone.
However, as you will come to realize, I have also come to discover new things.
From my mountain, from where I stand, I see above the smoke and clouds.
And I am left with the awe inspiring view...all I see is you



I see the next mountain, I see the next peak,
I see my future and I pace back and forth,
I know I should jump, I know I should commit to my decent.
To begin again, to start from the bottom and work my way up.
It is something I never do. It goes against my intuition.
I don't trust anyone to catch me if I should fall.
Yet despite my instincts, despite the sense I make of it all...
all I think of is you.





I am a queen in the truest sense of the word.
I have no man, yet I reign and I am in the center of my world.
It is lonely to be who I am because I am difficult by design.
Nothing worth having is ever easy and I know this better than anyone.
So when I think of what I have to do, the lengths of which I must go;
The nerves of uncertainty quell beneath the feelings...I have for you.





The love you've shown me lays waste to all of my walls,
And I believe that you will catch me should I fall.
You are the music that has soothed my savage.
You are the melody that hypnotizes my lyric.
You are the calm to my infuriating panic.
You are the reason I start anew...you and only you.



~Ebony


Cumming Soon:  S&M Around the House, Music to Sex to, The Spank



Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Poetry: Play-Write








Your editorial, my pen,

I interpret your lines.


Your wordplay, my exclamation,

I punctuate your rhyme.




I grab hold of your parenthesis,

And I admire your figure of speech.


Your subjunctive edits my thesis,

As I brainstorm through your theme.







I cross your tease, you dot my eyes,

You dissertate my freehand between your rise.

Braille to this proof,

Your index is on the tip of my tongue.


Slave to your predicate

I edit the grammar of your acronym.




You ampersand the rising action,

I quotation mark your asterisk.


And I am bound to your finale,

With your plot all on my tenses.



Narrator to my literature,

Ink to my scribe.


Your passions infinitive,

Is the play in my write.










~ Ivory


Cumming soon: Harmonica Orgasm





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