Nightfall on my Tongue

Nightfall on the tip of my tongue 
twists between your legs 
as I stab your lost worth 
held in my hands 
into your trembling body 
  
balancing you on my shoulders 
whispering 'beautiful' 
against your shiny smooth crevice 
with every lap i  taste your  thank you's 
a flavor like no other 
  
and I beg for more
  
like a flipped coin 
Your back lays on the earths floor 
folding you like paper 
I plunge to the deepest place 
our bones will allow 
grinding you into the ground 
  
I pound your insistence 
liquid sounds echo in skin rhythm 
Your hands stretch my welcome 
I drill your Universe 
until we reach oblivion 

Oral Sex

My poetry is Rhythm, Feelings, and Emotions and if I include love into my poetry

Does that make my poetry Oral Sex?

Can I lay you down with my poetry and kiss your shoulders with a whisper?

Tell you you’re beautiful in more than 5 stanzas

A poetic tantra to My poetry is Rhythm, Feelings, and Emotions and if I include love into my poetry

Does that make my poetry Oral Sex?

Can I lay you down with my poetry and kiss your shoulders with a whisper?

Tell you you’re beautiful in more than 5 stanzas

A poetic tantra to induce a climaxing flowing river through your body

Because baby sweet nothings

are nothing

I’ve only just begun

First I start with your mind

Sharing words that entice your fantasies

Asking your self can it be?

Don’t stress love

It’s only Poetry

My version of Oral Sex

The greatest lover you ever met

Touching you metaphysically

Making you wet

Not your body first

But your heart I caress

No need to undress

As I address

How you make me feel

I want to interlock every word I conceptualize

Allowing my imagination to consume you

Until you and only you realize I have the key to your secret garden

My poetry is starting to harden

I apologize for being blunt and pardon my bold letters and linguistics

I tend to get caught up with word play

Poetic Intercourse

In a room full of strangers

With the spotlight

On you

While I use soliloquies

To surrender you into feeling my every word with soothing commas and intimate punctuations

The collective of expressions I lust to voice are a litigation of words

Battling for supreme rights into your heart, body, mind, and soul

As my lips try to reach the inside of yours from a distance

Titalize with the tip of an adjective

I’ll speak soft and slow if you are sensitive

And I tend to speak with my hands

So hold onto my words

As my fingers do the talking

Expressing what I’m truly wanting

Because when I put two nouns into a poem to create a verb

Breathe slowly and take it in

It’s only poetry

My version of Oral Sex a climaxing flowing river through your body

Because baby sweet nothings

are nothing

I’ve only just begun

First I start with your mind

Sharing words that entice your fantasies

Asking your self can it be?

Don’t stress love

It’s only Poetry

My version of Oral Sex

The greatest lover you ever met

Touching you metaphysically

Making you wet

Not your body first

But your heart I caress

No need to undress

As I address

How you make me feel

I want to interlock every word I conceptualize

Allowing my imagination to consume you

Until you and only you realize I have the key to your secret garden

My poetry is starting to harden

I apologize for being blunt and pardon my bold letters and linguistics

I tend to get caught up with word play

Poetic Intercourse

In a room full of strangers

With the spotlight

On you

While I use soliloquies

To surrender you into feeling my every word with soothing commas and intimate punctuations

The collective of expressions I lust to voice are a litigation of words

Battling for supreme rights into your heart, body, mind, and soul

As my lips try to reach the inside of yours from a distance

Titalize with the tip of an adjective

I’ll speak soft and slow if you are sensitive

And I tend to speak with my hands

So hold onto my words

As my fingers do the talking

Expressing what I’m truly wanting

Because when I put two nouns into a poem to create a verb

Breathe slowly and take it in

It’s only poetry

My version of Oral Sex

Every Thought Of You

Each thought of you fills me with sweet emotion;
I give to you my deepest devotion.
My fondest wishes you completely fulfill;
I love you totally, and I always will.

FRUSTRATION

I want you, I want you, I want you so much.
You would not believe how I long for your touch.
I can't help myself, I'm completely obsessed
By the thought of your glorious body undressed.
I swoon at your voice, when I see you I blush.
What is it about you that gives me this rush?
My head's full of daydreams, provoking my lust,
And plans for your conquest; for have you, I must!
I'll practise seduction, use all of my charms,
And end this frustration, one night, in your arms.

Her Taste

Her taste to put it in words its compared to as the perfect day

Her taste would keep any man's sexual appetite at bay

When I taste her juices I make sure its slow deliberate and sensual

Now picture me touching tasting and lickin to trey songs usual

After that I put LICK by Joi on repeat cuz it fits the mood so much better

Now while she's laying on the bed I tickle where my tongue will go with a feather

Just to build my anticipation of where my tongue will go on its journey

 After the first lick  I look up to say u taste so Simply Sweet,  she then replies boy you so corny

We both giggle but it doesn't ruin the mood as i start tongue kissing her lowe lips

She moans and tenses up so i bein to and nibble on her clit cuz it gives her fits

I hold her legs down I lock my jaws tighter and more deliberate on her sweet spot she twists and twists

Her legs are shaking she's breathing heavily her stomach begins to do what I call the "Sexual Wave" because she is about to reach her sexual bliss

She put a curve in her back and screams right there her juices flow like its a tsunami
she lays down but cant be stil cuz she is in ecstacy

Her Taste
Her Taste is sublime and ONE of a Kind

My Poetry

 MY POETRY

I WRITE THESE POEMS TO CONFESS THE STRESS AND DISTRESS THAT I SEE IN THE WORLD IN MY MIND 

COMES THESE WORDS  THAT COMES OUT IN THESE SQUIGGLY LINES THAT MUST RHYME

Poetry to a lot of people is just  rhyming words

But to wise mind its verbs adverbs nouns and pronouns

That a paint a picture of how ones feeling

My poetry tells a story that I cant

Not cause im shy just dot know how to word it

My poetry tells you who I am which is an educated black man on a mission

Not some hood thug or babys daddy hooked up in baby mama drama

But u wouldn’t understand that if you didn’t read and soak in the wisdom of My poetry.

I used to worry about rhyming or being clever with words before I started writing My Poetry

 but a lot has changed since then

My looks may come and go right along with my brains

But my wisdom will stay in tact

Wisdom is like a tattoo that can’t be removed with machinery or the world drama

MY poetry is my outlet that no one else can handle

No one else can write

No one else interpret

Cause its my poetry

You may be reading this and not like it

But like I said

ITS MY POETRY

Old Valentines Day Poem

Valentines Day Poem

By: Audie Burns

Valentine’s day isn’t to prove how much you mean to that person

Just to reassure that they are the only person

Because even on a rainy day with u feels sunny

To see u smile I wouldn’t hesitate to look like a dummy

To me your  like a present on Christmas with the biggest bow

In darkness all I see is u why                  I DON’T KNOW

Is it because just with a simple smile u can brighten up my day and make any problems inferior

Maybe but I just want u to know compared to any other girl u are superior

When I say superior I don’t just mean physically

But on deeper level mentally and spiritually

I this time to write this poem to show I love u

And hopefully when u read this u will say I love u too