Misconceptions

From a “hello” to a “love you”

The moments in between were for grooming

Into what you thought needed molding

Deception on the mind and heart

Whirling lies into truths

Creating your world surrounded by you

Despite what other human feelings surround you

Your web of lies only to benefit you and trample those you

Call out to for love, attention, affection, as though you lack something internally

So are we supposed to only live our lives according to your will?

The devil is a liar if you thought I’d adhere

I want no parts of your surrounding entourage

My heart of joy has the same tone as sorrows

Discovering you were a magician creating illusions

Watch as your magic mirrors reveal the undeniable truths

And your deceptions fall like towers

Leaving you to think was it all worth it?

Safe Haven

I love the way your lips taste

A hint of weed and savory taste

At first I didn’t like this thing you did with your tongue but as time went on, I grew to love it

Now it sends chills up my spine

I feel so fuzzy inside

I feel so safe with you

Cuddled up like a kitten next to you

My fire burns out and my lion is tamed

Turning into a fuzzy kitten purring for your attention

I breathe in all of your aromas

Spirits, heart and whatever else your chest has to offer

I ponder

Can this last forever?

A kiss on my forehead causes my body to shiver

I quiver

This has to be my forever!

Confessions

I fucked up!

I was so hurt that I had to find someone I could hurt too

I fuck up!

Instead of communicating my emotions I played a guessing game

I fucked up!

I used your kindness to benefit my soul, in return I gave you a lump of coal

I fucked up!

Screaming “Niggas ain’t shit”, when true is I ain’t shit!

I fucked up!

Looking for negativity in your positive love for me

I fucked Up!

Saying anything to you and letting you know I didn’t care if you stayed or go

I fucked up!

You said you loved me and I stayed silent

I fucked up!

Openly flirting and making you feel like you was trippin’

I fucked up!

I thought you were like everyone else; wanting to use me. But instead I used you!

I fucked up!

Do you think you can forgive me?

Yours – Golden Shovel Style Poem

Golden Shovel Poem

Use each word from the source text in its original order for the last word in each line of your new poem. When you are finished, the end-words of your poem should trace out the origin poem.

“Yours” Alina Baraz

“Love me like I’m never gonna leave.

Love me like I’m yours.”

Speechless unable to describe how we feel so we called it love

I remember the look you gave me

And those words like

A nervous man ready to love but I’m

Afraid too; promise that you’ll never

Leave. Promise me that I’m gonna

Always be yours. But I was the one who decided to leave

Believing in everything but love

Misery is holding me

Trying to find meditation and peace like

Will we find the answer, please, I’m

Hoping to forever be yours

-BFG

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I would like to introduce my first erotica thriller… part 1.

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Veronica

2002

When I first saw him at that red light turning onto I-410 east bound, I knew there was something about him I wanted. I couldn’t see much from his rear view mirror but I was able to see those gorgeous brown eyes that would fool you to think he were some young buck. After seeing his neatly shaven beard, I was corrected.

“Well good morning sexy,” I said to myself as observe this Carmel tone Jon B looking guy in front of me.

He was driving a Black Nissan 370 Z Coupe with the top off. I watched him as we were waiting for the light to turn green. Once it did, with no hesitation he zoomed under the overpass and onto the highway; disappearing from my eyesight. I watched him until I couldn’t see him. Continuing my way through the morning traffic to head to work, I had you on my mind. Strange, because I didn’t get a good look, let alone meet you, yet I was daydreaming of all the things we could be doing instead of being in traffic.

Later on, I went to Walmart, the one closer to work off I-10. Minding my business and on a mission, get in and get out. On my way in I came across the same Z. Duh, of course, there are millions of Z’s in San Antonio, so what would be the odds of this one being his. My mystery man. While I was watching him this morning, I took a mental note of his license plate.

“F. B. M. 0.6.8.7! Damn this is him!” I get excited on the inside reading his plate numbers in my head twice to make sure it matches.

I walked into Walmart on a different mission, finding my mystery guy. I at least wanted to see his face and how he looks outside of his tiny car. I went down so many aisles looking for this man. I did manage to get the items I went in looking for but I was still on my hunt after 30 minutes of being in the store. Giving up, I headed towards the self-checkout lane. And there he was in the flesh checking out his few items.

“Well hello Mr. FBM 0687,” I say to myself while biting my lower lip.

He was just as sexy standing as he was sitting. Board shoulders thick frame. The type of body that can pick a woman up and transport her into ecstasy. Lost in my devilish thoughts, I missed the next open register.

“Excuse me miss,” the yellow-vested Walmart employee startles me, “there is one open over there if you’re ready” Pointing in his direction.

“Thank you.”

I walk over to the register right next to him, so we can get a better view of each other. I wanted him to see all my assets and fantasies about the assets unseen. He wore a white V-neck tee with a gold link necklace; jeans, wearing the gold Jordan Retro “Closing Ceremony” editions. He glanced over at me a few times, one too many to not have said something to me. He finished up his check out, flashed a smile and walked off. I rushed to finish my check out to be right behind him.

Making sure not to be too close, I followed him out onto the parking lot. Pretending to have parked my car in the same direction. Admiring his walk and the way he carried himself. He had to be about 35 years old standing at least 6’3. We had to part ways when he finally reached the same car I examined earlier. He looked at me again as I was passing his car. I could feel his eyes watching my hips sway, so I put on a show. Making my thick ass and hips move side to side, hypnotizing him.

“Excuse me, Miss, Excuse me!” He finally reveals his baritone voice as he tries to get my attention; the attention he already had.

“Yes, how can I help you?”

“Well you can help me by letting me know if you’re free later tonight”

“That depends on the offer on the table”

“Dinner and show?”

“Ugh, I think I would rather be doing something else.” I said and began to walk off. He was going to have to come harder than that.

“But you didn’t let me tell you to what type of show!”

“Okay, shoot and it better not be the movies.”

“Hahaha, no love, a woman like you would need something far more impressive. There is a live play in town, how does that sound?” He flashed his smile that showed off those teeth. I didn’t care what type of show. I wanted a piece of this man.

“Better. The name of my host is?” I said still holding on to my ‘attitude’.

“Fabian, Fabian Mitchell. But my friends call me B and my guest name is?”

“Veronica. Veronica Wilson.”

“Nice to meet you, Veronica. I would like your number if that is okay with you?”

“Sure.” Typing my number in his phone.

“Now I will pick you up at 7 pm tonight. Is that an okay time for you at last minute notice?”

“Yes Mr. Fabian, I can be ready by then. I will text you my address later.”

“Great! See you than Ms. Veronica.”

“Later.”

I walked off smiling from ear to ear. I continued to walk in the parking lot to my car. Once he disappeared, I pulled out my keys to hit the panic button. I had lost my car in the damn Walmart parking lot! I wanted to ensure Mr. Fabian didn’t see me looking so foolish in this parking lot.

 

….To Be Continued

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