the beauty UNSEEN (part 2 of the "love senses" collection)

When she looked at him,
everything seemed okay.
he was handsome,
fresh haircut and facial hair,
clean shoes,
you know what they say about a man with dirty shoes.
Thank God his were clean.
He was with a group of guys but something about him stood out from them.

He rocked a pair of Raybans,
I always loved those dark shades,
something about em made a thug look beyond handsome.
Raybans, Levis, white tee and a fresh fade.
where did he come from and why am I just now seeing him.
I've been around for a little while now so I know if I would've seen him,
he would've been noticed.

I guess his boys seen me looking,
one leaned over and whispered something in his ear
but dude never looked in my direction,
man I could take everything expect rejection.
but it came with the territory,
looking at a yellow dude never gets you far if you're a female of my complexion.

I took it for what it was,
went back to doing what I was doing,
my whole point of coming to the bar was to get my buzz on.
I sat there,
throwing shots back with my girls,
laughing and faded giggles.
then there was a tap on my shoulder,
the look on my girls faces let me know it was something good,
I turned around and to my surprise,
it was you.

you extended your hand,
still wearing your shades,
I accepted your hand,
a firm shake huh?
a man with confidence I could tell.
you rubbed my hand as you held it,
I'd never had sucha thing done to me.

you introduced yourself as "Q"
I said I'm Kii.
I complimented your outfit, and your looks.
you stepped closer and told me you wish you could say the same.

rejection slapped me right in my face,
again,
this time I just wanted to leave this place,
it seem to be bad luck tonight,
I told you it was nice meeting you,
you grabbed my hand again,
still wearing your shades,
you held my face in hands,
rubbing your thumb across the lining of my eyes and lips,
you removed your shades.
I lost my breath,
your eyes,
the color of the beautiful blue sea,
then you said to me..

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I was born with no sight, my hands are my eyes.
I couldn't compliment you yet bc I hadn't felt your beauty just yet.
your beautiful eyes, your full lips,
I just seen half of your beauty with my fingertips.

kaytee

Can't get right

can't get right 

It's like no matter what we do, we just can't get it right. Everything goes good for about a week and then it falls apart overnight. 

The feelings are there but I'm not sure if they're the right kind. Or maybe it's the wrong time? We started this in high school, wasn't that suppose to be the right time, we never made it past the week mark, maybe what we lackin is the real spark.

You know that feeling you get when I look at you? The butterflies you give me, do you ever feel those? No? Well that's where the problem comes in. Without the spark, we are nothing but two people, no matter how we try to play our parts, our roles in this romance. No that's what it's lacking, there's no romance, maybe I should light some candles, cook for you, cater to you? 

I just don't think we're ever gonna get it right, every conversation ends with an argument, and now I'm too tired to fight. Maybe we felt obligated to give this a try, you know, because we were so young and innocent when it started? We should have been gone our separate ways, we should have been parted. This is like turning water into wine, as bad as I wanna try again, neither one of us has the time.

Can't get right, we done did so much wrong, maybe we should just snap back into reality and let it go, it was worth a try, 13 tries ago. 

Can't get right. 

The Poet

The Poet

You ever had a man talk your panties off?

He unhooked my bra with his words,

Every word, a hook was loosened, before I knew it, my pussy was throbbing and my clit, on fire, he licked and blew it. 

Maybe it was like a haiku ,

Nah it was more like an acrostic piece

The touch of

His skin and the smile on his face 

Even while he devoured me, the expression never changed 

Pussy juices drippin down his chin

One word after another as he made me feel 

Every meaning of every word he spoke that poetic shit

That got me right where he wanted me,

Riding the face of The Poet 

KAYTEE 

Masturbation

Masturbation

a perfect scenario

Roll up that fire,

I won't use a swisher tonight

I'll roll up a doob

A glass of wine and a hot shower.

shower steaming up the bathroom,

Doors locked so nobody intrudes, 

On this self love making with no distractions yes this is the perfect "single woman" attraction.

Spark it up,

Inhale, 

Let that shit replace the air in your chest,

Exhale like a G,

Real bitches don't cough or scream.

Grab the lotion and baby powder,

Sitting in front of the mirror, you realize that pussy is a beautiful sight to see, part them lips, chocolate lips leading to a cherry pink sea. Juices flowing, just from the mere thought of what you wanna do to yourself, no extra hands, you don't need no help.

Hit that doob,

The titties sitting pretty and pierced,

Twirl that nipple ring as you inhale another tote of the doob, why am I single she thought, oh yea these niggas is foo's.

Only a fool would allow such perfection please itself. Ash the doob.

Lean back against the wall,

Legs propped open , 

Right in front of the mirror,

Start with two fingers,

Tighten that pussy on em while you arch your back,

Small circles around your clit,

Wetness dropping down your thigh,

3rd finger goes in, harder circles around your clit, fuck niggas THIS YO SHIT. Legs trembling, you're close. Don't slow down, speed it up. More clit action, you feel it coming? Pussy get wetter and tighter. Breathe, breathe, you gotta enjoy the whole thing. Here it comes, pinch that nipple, stick those fingers deeper. hump them fingers, yeaaaaaaaaassss .. Catch your breathe , inhale exhale, baby girl you just did so well. 👏

Freestyle ..

You ever wanted to know how it feels?

The touch, the taste.. It gives your senses an intense thrill. The pussy so warm, sometimes niggas just lay and stare at her, trying to figure out a new way to make her cream. A finger in it ain't shit, make it disappear when i throw it back...on his fingers. Make baby wanna ball up his fist, yes baby, ball it up and twist. Ever had the sensation of all five in you? You ever licked his hand after he stretched that pussy. The taste , the thrill, the pussy gives you intended thrills. Have your heart racing, those fingers go deeper, tighten it up on em for daddy. Daddy like how that shit feels, I told you the pussy gives you intense thrills. 

Drifting On A Memory (Complete snippet)

From the first time he kissed me, his whole being aroused everything within me. I would lose my breath while kissing him, hoping his hand was palming my ass, just to keep me from falling. I would step closer into him, his lips would abruptly leave my lips and attack my neck....the way he licked my neck made my pussy throb almost immediately. His hand would travel through whatever type of bottoms I decided to wear that day. He would grab my panties and pull them back so that the fabric created friction on my clit. His kisses

"Maya! Maya!", Charles shook me out of my sleep. My eyes shot open, I had a feeling id done something very stupid.

"Maya what the fuck? Why is you calling this nigga Sincere name in yo fuckkn sleep?!" The look in Charles eyes scared the shit out of me so I made sure to think it through before I gave him an answer. He looked at me , irritated and waiting for my answer.

"He, Sincere , was in my dream Charles. He was dying and in my dream I was crying so I guess that's why I was saying his name in my sleep." I tried to look Charles in his eyes, I was actually searching for my own answers. How long was I calling out for Sincere?

Charles got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, I sat up with my head against the headboard with my eyes closed, trying my hardest not to cry. I was fucking up big time, i don't know why Sincere kept coming to me in my dreams. Our relationship ended a year ago but then again, we still remain in contact, if Charles knew that though, he would probably leave me for good. I got out the bed and walked toward the bathroom where Charles was. I stood at the door for a few seconds with my ear to the door and what I heard made my heart sink.

I turned the doorknob, it was locked. I put my ear back up to the door and now the water was running. He was trying to hide his sobs. I slid down the door and landed on the carpet, I could no longer hold in my cry. I was hurting. I was hurting the one man that gave me everything in his being just so I could smile. And how do I repay him?

Charles finally unlocked and opened the door,I felt myself falling backward but Charles legs broke my fall. I turned around and looked up at him, his eyes were still red. He had been in the bathroom for almost an hour.

"Charles..." He looked at me with death in his eyes..
"Don't say shit to me Maya", he turned and walked towards the bed.
"But Cha.."
"Didn't I tell you not to say shit to me?! You fuckin calling out yo ex nigga name in your sleep and now you wanna talk to me?!" He looked at me with daggers in his eyes, if I didn't know any better I woulda thought he was bout to whoop my ass.

"Charles!! I told you what I was dreaming about!" I was crying now, my stomach felt weak, my knees felt weaker. If I wasn't holding on to the bed, I'd be on the floor.

"No! Maya you lying! You don't know wtf you be doing or saying in your sleep! You was MOANING that bitch ass nigga name! You was rubbing your pussy in your sleep Maya! Explain that shit to me!!!", I have never seen Charles this upset before. He looked at me like he was waiting for an answer. I looked at him dumbfounded. He was right, I didn't know what I did in my sleep.

"Charles I was not rubbing my fucking pussy, you doing too much now", I spat back at him. He just looked at me in disgust and grabbed his phone off the dresser. He hit a few buttons then threw it in my direction.

When I picked up the phone, my hands trembled and my mouth dropped. There I was, in bed with Charles, on my back rubbing myself. My hands trembled more, I looked up at Charles who sat there silent with his head in his hands. I dropped the phone on the bed.

"Charles I - I -I don't know what to say baby ", I reached over to touch his arm, he snatched his arm out of my reach.

"Tell the truth Maya damn! Tell the fucking truth! You're still fucking Sincere!" He was crying again. I didn't know what to say. My granna always told me never tell on myself but I can't keep hurting this man.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Ok Charles, I was dreaming about Sincere. I didn't know I was playing with myself though.", he looked at dm and laughed right in my face.

"You think that's what I wanted you to be honest about? Maya clearly we both know you was dreaming about him, you said the muthafucka name a few times!" He raised his voice and swiftly grabbed me by the neck of my tshirt. "Maya I promise, if you been fucking Sincere, ima kill you" I dug in his hand with my nails and he finally dropped me on the floor. I was shaking so hard, I can't believe he just did that. Why the fuck is he so angry? I understand him being angry but not livid and putting his hands on me. Charles had never.

I crawled until my legs were steady enough to hold my weight. I got in the bed with the covers over my head. I heard Charles moving around, I knew he was packing a bag. At this point I didn't even care if he left, it probably tripped him out that I didn't say anything. Instead I just laid there ,motionless and waited to hear the door close.

Once the door closed, I reached out and grabbed for my phone on the night stand. It wasn't there's. I started to panic. Where the fuck is my phone. I uncovered myself and look around for my phone, no sight of it. Did this muthafucka take my phone?! My heart started beating fast as hell. I looked over at the nightstand on the opposite side of bed and caught my breath. I grabbed the phone and was surprised when I pressed the home button.

Charles took the wrong phone. I felt like my heart was going to fall out my ass. I quickly went to the phone button and tried to call myself from Charles phone. I didn't see my name, not my government or a nickname. WHAT THE FUCK! I screamed. I dialed my number and when the name popped up on the screen, I dropped his phone.

My eyes started watering, I picked up the phone and looked again. Charles had me stored under "Cheating hoe". That shit broke my heart. I pressed the button to send the call through. It rang 3 times and Charles answered. "Can you bring me my phone Charles?" I asked calmly. "What? You got something to hide? You couldn't even ask me where I was going, you just worried about this fuckkn phone." Charles yelled into the phone.
"Coming from the muthafucka that got me stored under cheating hoe! Nigga fuck you and bring me my phone!" I yelled back. "Talk that shit when I pull up, I'm on my way!" Beep beep. He hung up in my face.

I just held the phone in my hand. I couldn't believe the shit going on. Charles phone vibrated. Then it vibrated again. Text messages. I didn't want to read it, something in me did but I really didn't. I opened the text icon.

BM😍 : you on your way? I want ice cream right now baby..!!
BM😍: I guess you sleep with that bitch, your child should come first! Fuck you I'll get my own ice cream! 30 week check up tomorrow morning, same time as last time. Bye.

My hands shook so hard the phone dropped in front of me and shattered. Charles doesn't have any kids or a baby on the way.. That I knew of.