The Big Girl Chronicles heralds poetry as a timeless form of expression that appears to be taking a hiatus among the new age of literary culture. Romantic rhyming words, angry dialogue... no matter the intent, this page is dedicated to literary expression.
Pretty
Lies
You see me
But your love is
blind
You love me in
spite of
And for all time
You speak these
words
Of love and
devotion
And sing a song
Cascading
emotion
You love me
In and out of
time
Promises -
Playing tricks
with my mind
I indulge and
fantasize
Consume your
words - Pretty Lies
I close my eyes
We embrace and
kiss
Never have I
felt
Passion such as
this
Giving and
receiving-
Reciprocal bliss
Unyielding
affection
You - my
weakness
Whispering words
The truth
disguised
Very kind, but Pretty
Lies
I see, I hear
I inhale your
scent
Imagination
Refusing to
relent
My heart is
yearning
My energy spent
Yet I’m awaiting
the bait -
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Holding my
breath
To hear the next
song
Partaking of you
All day long
Unashamed of
what I am
Reality’s fool
Diving headfirst
Into a drowning
pool
What I despise
the most
Now I crave - my
prize
Eternal vows of Pretty
Lies
The Fantasy That Is You
Beautiful Black Man
I adore your strong hands
Those hands
As they explore and pry
I whimper and sigh
And remind myself to breathe
While those hands are accompanied
By your perfectly shaped lips
Those lips
Alternating between gentle and exotic kiss
Parting for the tongue to provide
Some up and down, side to side
Back and forth they glide
I am receptive, opened wide
Intensity surmounts inside
But not yet…
I prepare to indulge your masculinity
Your masculinity
Surrounded by my intimacy
I cannot fully express it poetically
But to state it plainly
IT JUST FEELS SO DAMN GOOD TO ME!
Our erotic rhythm
Passion - gaining momentum
I crave infinite ecstasy
While at this second
This minute
This hour
Surrendering my femininity
Endlessly
To the POWER of YOU
A BEAUTIFUL BLACK MAN
The black is the best man
Shoulders broad, wide-spanned
Strong features
Royal, grand
With such magnificent, powerful hands
That appreciate this woman’s body
And COMMAND the tempo of the ride
You thrust, I contract
Our essence collide
In and out, up and down
Smoothly it slides
It’s so warm inside
Your moan and groan
Stimulates me, turns me on
Spiraling me into perpetual bliss
Together we arrive
Where sensuality abides
And utopia thrives
Partake of one last kiss
As we plummet
From this summit
And land limp in each other’s arms
Holding on and gasping
Savoring the sensations
Resisting its passing
There’s no need to fantasize
As I embrace you with my eyes
And fall in love all over again
With YOU
A BEAUTIFUL BLACK MAN
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