sweet seduction

Mesmerizing eyes

Glossy lips

She rocks to the beat of her own drum

With every sway in her hips

Soft spoken

But open about her sexuality

Personality that’ll drive anyone wild

Charm that’ll make anyone smile

Sweetest seduction you’ll ever encounter

Body of a goddess

With devilish features

She’s like a forbidden fruit

That looks so sweet that you just have to have a piece

She sinks her teeth into your neck so deep

Weakening your knees

Melting your body with every word she speak

You’re reaching a peak

As she rubs your body so seductively

Reaching your belly button

As your back arches anxiously

Spreading your legs apart as she

Deliver soft kisses to your inner thigh

Eyes rolling back as she massages your special place

Now she’s ready for a taste

Taking you into ecstasy

Biting your lip passionately

As tears fill your eyes

Orgasms has taken place

But she isn’t done yet

She likes the way you taste

Legs trembling to the point where you damn near can’t feel them

Climbing the walls trying to take a deep breath

Moans sounding short of breath

She ask you

Do you have anything left?

You lay exhausted, sheets soaked and pleased

Smiling as you mumble

Give me some more please

But ease your way into it again

That experience was so great that you want to feel it again

And so it begins…..

Hurting Love

I gave you all of me
with no fear nor regret
loved you unconditionally
even after knowing you weren't worthy of that
wore my heart on my sleeve and you ripped it off like an old piece of clothing
day dreaming about when you used to hold me
tears filling my eyes as I try not to cry
the pain of love hurts
I can not lie
still searching my mind trying to find a solution as to why
why would you hurt someone like me?
no, I'm not perfect nor do I strive to be
but I gave you everything
I even loved you when you didn't love me
how the hell can that be?
I guess that's,that control you had over me
feared being without you so I didn't know how to act around you
I was at your beck and call
wanted your seal of approval so I was careful not to fail
hoping love would prevail but that shit just got stale
the tension, the hate, the unnessecary arguments and debates
did not but prolong a relationship that was past it's expiration date
I know it's too late to take back the hate
but if I could turn back the hands of time
I would have just let go
no love is worth the pain it stores in you
moving on, that's so hard to do
your trust level, it's back at zero too
now I'm confined to myself
and there's nothing I can do

Life pt 2

Life is just so strange
you try to advance but you're always pulled the other way
they say it'll get better
but I'm tired of living through the storm and this whether
Jesus is on the mainline but it's busy on my end
constantly hearing I'm living a life full of sin
but wait
didn't Jesus die on the cross for our sins
then they wonder why I stay drinking gin
negative remarks and mostly from my next of kin
drunken thoughts and suicidal notes
I'm telling you
this life shit just isn't a joke
and when I go off
people say I'm doing the most
but this is my life please let me be the host
why are you in my life serving
hoping I'll let you co-host
I came in this world alone
this is a one woman show
please don't take offense
I'm just stating the obvious
if you worry more about yourself
you wouldn't take this as a diss
better yet
take this as a dish
for when you're at my house trying to serve up your favorite dish
you know the drama, gossip and other bullshit
please don't think I'm being a bitch
I'm just confronting some of your childish-ness
Now next time you want to know something about me, ask me
because like I keep saying
no one knows Patrice better than me

Lost: Part 1

I’ve cried my last tear
I’m done trying to fix it
What we once had is left in the distant
Stuck in the past
Too lost to find the future
Why keep trying
Why sacrifice my heart
Why waste my time
Why work on something that is constantly hitting a flat line
You aren’t appreciative of it anyway
If you were my heart wouldn’t bleed with so much pain
Can’t stop the bleeding
Because you’re constantly picking and poking at the cut
It’s time to give up
Time to let go
I love you so much
But I love me much more
My feelings are so tore
I just don’t know what to do
Either I can be miserable with you
Or lost without you
This love thing
Is just an ongoing battle
I refuse to be defeated
But my body is getting weak
And I still don’t know what to do
I guess I’ll find out when I write a part 2

Emotionally Drained

Dazed and confused
Amazed at the stuff I've allowed you to put me through
Walking a thin line
Trying to survive
Just trying to see this through
Is this my future
Is this my fate
Is this my last and final mate
Before I settle I need some answers
Love it pain
But I want an easier battle
My mind is rattled
And you're still the same
Why am I asking questions
When you're the one to blame for my mind going insane
Broken promises
Stolen dreams
Holding on to hope but my pride is constantly snatched away from me
Robbed of my emotional being
Seeing, hearing, watching my soul collapse
Perhaps, this love this just isn’t for me
Or maybe I’m too vulnerable
I’m lost
Confused
Dazed
And emotionally drained

Taking back the streets

I tried to deliver a message
With no rage, anger, or lost of temper
But I’m tired of being ignored
If we don’t restore our youth
Their future will be destroyed
I refuse to sit back and watch them waste away
I demand we get involved right now today
Let your voice be heard
Scream it to the top of your lungs
The ones that we bury
Are someone sons, daughters, nieces, nephews, grand kids, cousins, and friends
But we continue to live life after like theirs never began
When does it stop?
Where does the tragedy end?
I can’t help but worry about the future of these kids
The future of my kin
What about my nieces and nephews
Are they suppose to stay in
To keep them from violence they’re not involved in
Hell no, we’re taking the streets back
And I’m not talking about a race war
Cause this isn’t about being black
This is about being human and lives being snatched away
What good is a future, if our youth is being washed away?
Murder murder, kill kill is what seems to appeal
We’re letting murderers run our streets
While we’re footing the bill
Who’s going to stand and say no more?
My people come on
I’m not bury any of my youth no more
Let’s give them a life they can enjoy….

The streets

what's going on with my people
Either they're selling the drugs or they're one with needle
Filling up jails and keeping funeral homes with good sales
Its hard to tell that we had people who fought for our rights
Gave their life so we can have a chance at a good life
But is it that we're so used to being down, that’s where most choose to stay
Everything negative seem to work for them day by day
What about our youth, is it to late to save?
They're killing them off or training them to be the killers
They're not knowing better because the street can bring them some nice figures
Buy them some nice rims
Going to school rocking the latest timbs
Not caring about what the teacher have to say
They'll continue to make their money the fast way
I'm tired of turning on the news seeing our kids waste away
hurting my feelingsBecause it was someone so innocent
A future doctor, lawyer, or politician
Who knew their future would end in an instant
We need to put our ears to the streets
Stop and listen
They're crying out for help
But who's going to pay attention?
Who's going to save our kids
we can't depend on anyone else when we're not willing lending a helping hand
Wait (weight) broke the bridge down and many people drowned
same scenario
just a different background
I’m tired of crying
Tired of losing our young men and women to senseless violence
Asking the question why
But we’re only hearing “I guess they were at the wrong place at the wrong time”
Well, where’s the right place to be?
I’m just not getting it
Someone please inform me
Tell me where it’s safe to be
Because I’m tired of our kids going down the wrong street
I’m tired of seeing our younger generation suffer because they’re hanging with the wrong crowd
it’s a damn shame that most of our role models are gang bangers and drug dealers now
I can’t help but to fear for my life
I don’t want to die before I have much success in life
I don’t want to die before I become someone’s wife
I don’t want to die before I give a child life
Think about it…….
The streets that we walk on are the same ones a body’s being chalked on