Brownsuga* Skin

Written at 5am...what's sleep anyways ?

Please don't forget that I'm your rib.

Cause I've been here for so long that

you tend to disregard me

and strike me from

your thoughts and memories.

But every time you breathe,

you feel me,

and with every step that follows,

I lure u in,

like a sin

to be committed and forgiven.

My lips drawn speechless,

harborin secrets

and barring unadorned kisses.

Skin whisperin of the Garden of Eden,

holdin scents of fruits and flower petals.

And this is how you find me,

clothed by nothing but the Sun.

I'm without shame

and you can see my every scar

and mark tickled into my body's frame,

you beg to know my body's name.

The wind screams 'Beauty'

and without question,

you agree.

Laid out in front of you

is me.

A once blank canvas painted with

the colors of beach sunsets and spring rains.

Autumn hikes across my veins,

and my smile embodies full moons.

Cheeks rosy with aroused heat and anticipation

as your fingertips draw near me.

Amazement crawls its way between us,

draggin lust on its backside.

You lick love into my insides,

sweet honey bee nectar hidden deep within my thighs.

You're buzzin 'round,

tracin my every curve with wide eyes of disbelief,

tongue draggin with hopes of mischief.

This is brownsuga* skin...

breasts perked high at attention,

back arched just slight so the view is just right.

Womanhood drippin like a question mark,

soaked with my own curiosities.

Body parts swellin with pleasure,

every nerve on edge,

temptations crawling over my goosebumbs.

This is ecstasy.

Satisfaction buried deep within my pigment.

Strength tangled in my complexion.

There's no soul like the one trapped in brownsuga* skin.

Baby, my name is Black** Woman. 

*To be replaced with an adjective that describes your complexion. Our shades are so full of flavor and sensuality but when I wrote it, I felt like I had wrote it for anybody. All shades are beautiful and are open to acceptance.

**When I originally wrote it, I had just wrote Woman. But I'm Black...lol. Basically the word itself is interchangeable with any other ethnicity or can just be left out and said as Woman. Again, I wrote it for anybody and all women are beautiful in their own way just by the mere fact that we're women. Please don't forget that you are his rib. We're the strength of the world and whatnot, works of art. =)

Storms.

Thunder shook me from my sleep.
And I reached out for you
only to wrap my hand around
emptiness and disappointment.
I squeezed my pillow
and thought of you and our storms.
And now this trip down memory lane
got me uneasily walking through our late nights.
This rain outside would be perfect for some lovemaking;
moans escaping in between the raindrops.
I squirm at the thought of times when we've been one;
finding your way into the heavens between my thighs.
I've made the storm jealous;
becoming drenched with all this reminiscing.
It'd be better if you were here to feel this storm with me;
the storm in me.
The heavens throb for your touch;
and I squeeze tighter tryna keep the flood waters in.
Outside my window;
thunder beckons again
and I can almost feel you pounding in me
as if you're tryna outdo Mother Nature.
Lightning flashes
and I look up into the night sky to see your face.
I bite my lip with frustration.
I want your lips against mines;
drowning amongst the clouds.
You dive into me.
Then quiet my pleas
with long overdue kisses
and I taste my angels that have found home near my knees.
The heavens can't keep the moisture from flowing out the gates.
Oh; it's amazing how
your body quakes into mines;
sending shakes up my spine.
I dig my nails into your skin;
clawing at your flesh;
tearing apart your sins.
Downpour outside picks up speed;
and you change pace to keep up;
personal storms trickling down my thighs.
Deep breaths.
Sweet moans.
Long sighs.
I toss and turn under the weight of your memory
and cuddle with the Iloveyou's of our past.
Storm still frantic in my heavens;
hell erupts outside my window
and the room smells of satisfaction
and reeks of your absence.

Whoooo. I turned myself on when I wrote this lmao. I mean I was already a little turned on anyways...lls tis how I thought of it.

The Birds and the Bees

"...and they left all of the snakes out of the birds and the bees."

I actually went searching for the story of the birds and the bees. No such luck lol. Turns out its not a literal type thing. The story of 'the birds and the bees' is just an opening for parents to begin everyone's favorite and most awkward sex talk. But I've come to realize that when parents tell that story, they portray a happy fairytale. And when you're a kid who thinks the birds sing and the bees try to have sex with them to your understanding (that was a Simpsons quote if you ain't know), you believe it. You'll believe anything until you find out firsthand.

So let me tell you the real story. Some shit that I know firsthand.

"So, back when crushes didn't crush us..."

Birds and bees are completely different creatures. You shouldn't really expect the birds to understand how the bees feel or vise versa. But they try to make it work anyways. It's like I know you're from Venus and I'm from Mars but let's meet somewhere in the middle, Earth maybe, and make magic or some shit like that. Men and women really are from two different world's. Their mannerisms are different, their thought process is different, and their hearts? Their hearts are programmed in a completely different way and the sooner both parties involved realize that, we can make something work.

But as I said before, somebody forgot to mention the snakes. And when I mean snakes, I mean the serpent that tempted Eve...except they're lower, grimier...the type that makes your skin crawl. The birds have realized that bees don't fly the way they do and the bees no that the birds can build their nests anywhere, with another bee, or many bees at the same time...those are the snakes... They let you think they're birds and that they are real enough to make this bird-bee relationship work despite all differences. But they're not. I don't really need to go deeper than that. I'm sure eventually everybody recognizes the appearance of snakes. They're poisonous. But they are damn good at what they do, getting you and making you believe that they're the bird to your bee.

Idk, no one ever told me the story anyways...I've kinda been winging it since I got in the game. And I don't even know which of the two is male or female...is the bird the female because she builds nest...nurturing and is the man the bee because he has a stinger and can pollinate? Idk but if so, I definitely wrote it the other way lol. Oh well, I just wanted to write.

"If you're a bird, then I'm a bird." -The Notebook

The Celebration of Pussy

write about vaginas, those are deep. -matt.

*parental discretion is advised* <---lol.

Lol, I have awesome best friends if I do say so myself. Excuse the fuck out of my title, but Matt is right, vagina's are deep, deeper than most people think, men and women included. Vagina's go as deep as a woman's soul goes. A woman's empowerment is deeply connected to their sexuality, "Pussy Power" if you wanna call it that. Pussy is a great thing, if I do say so myself. Yes, I'll hype my own shit 'cause I gets it in...haha, lemme stop. (but really, i do.) Anyways, as I said, pussy = greatness but a lot of people have a tendency to disrespect the pussy and I can never understand why...pussy is the 50% of the creation of the world; the more painful 50%. Men disrespect pussy and the women who own them DESPITE the fact that they themselves came from a beautiful vagina. Speaking as a woman, I know that when a man is good to me, treats me well and loves me outside of the bedroom, my pussy is better to him. When he proceeds to fuck up, the pussy takes notice and he may not be swimmin it like he used to. My pussy is directly connected to my emotions, almost all women's are, if not, be assured there is some underlying reason from their pasts that has made them that way...

A major example of pussy praising is The Vagina Monologues. If you haven't seen it or heard of it at all, look that shit up, lol. One of my favorite scenes (they're damn near all my favorites) from TVM is "Because He Liked to Look at It" in which a woman describes how she thought her pubic area was ugly and unattractive until a sexual encounter with a man who loved to spend hours looking at it. And that my friends is exactly the type of appreciation people should have towards the vag. But ladies, don't wait until a man begins to appreciate your pussy. If you already love the pussy God gave you before anyone else does, the confidence will radiate through you and men feed off that shit, other women do too, i mean everybody does. It's like the quote from the movie Coach Carter by Marianne Williamson, "And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." When a woman walks around confidently, other woman will be forced to, like Nicki Minaj says, step their cookies up.

Dear men (not boys cause boys haven't yet grasped this concept), you should loveeeee pussy and I mean love in a way that does not abuse and use women. You need to stop tryna fuck every girl in the world. You may think you're satisfied but you'll never know what real satisfaction is until you find that ONE woman, that ONE pussy that treats you so well. The kind of pussy that makes your toes curl, makes you moan, bite your lip, say her name because you actually know what it is and then when she puts your ass to bed, you don't mind waking up to the beautiful WOMAN that owns that pussy and loves sharing it with you and only you. Also, when you loveeeee some pussy make sure you love it good. EAT IT, hit it how she wants it, just make it feel good. It should be ONE PUSSY and ONE PUSSY ONLY that you treat so well.

I feel as if vagina, pussy, cooch, cunt or any other word that you can think of to describe such a powerful movement (yes, pussy power is a movement.) should be praised and appreciated by the owners and the lovers and the admirers and shit, even the ob-gyn's. And if you can't respect the pussy, well then, truth be told, you can just fuck yourself.

♥missflyybarbie