K-JiO

My interest range from writing poetry and essays to looking at the world in abstract ways, to reading (this is a relatively new one for me) I find that the more mental exercises that I have, the more creative I become as a writer. --------------------- SEX … WITH A WOMANI’ve been around a while and interacted with females on different levels At stages that are as noticeable as the surface of designer glass and its bevels With a range of the cordial to the utmost hostile and rude In my younger days, there was no discrimination or the women that I pursued But one day I thought it through, as to what I like and what does me good What has me thinking for days on end from actions easily understood That has me feeling it in my abdomen seven days from the start That has me rethinking the act of love making as an art Apart from intercourse and a mindless fuck, there has to be a difference In the way the fore and after-play is done … or rather, written in a sentence I’d stop and ponder as some would play with themselves and self-squish I stopped and noticed a marked difference between the selfless and the selfish I’ve come to realize that there is more to pleasure than just physical maturity There is encouragement, advocacy, endorsement, and assurety There is more to intercourse than a saying and a summon There is sex with a girlish gown-up, and then there is sex … with a womanSex … with a woman has a certain feel and a special touch Complementary difference which I appreciate very much A docent of seduction … a mistress of contextual-sexual dialogue Whose every touch is experience and every kiss … a clearing of the fog Without a thought she knows – almost instinctively – exactly what to do She knows how to touch me … and make me feel brand new She knows where to put her lips, and how much pressure to apply To make me feel a high that’s higher than the sky She knows just what to say … to keep the moment alive To compel me to keep up the good work, and to perpetuate the drive Words that actuate my auditory processes, translated in the brain That makes me want to go on and on, until sweat falls from my body, like rain Turned on by a concupiscent cognizance, and turned out by mature female mentalities Excited by a foreknowledge of foreplay and aroused to mature realities As a real woman would prefer to false jewelry, diamonds and pearls I’d much prefer having sex with a woman as opposed to a grown ass girlsSex … with a woman is an omen of a familiar feel That when done right – in a space, tight – causes me to reel In the midst of a physical revelation that seeps into my core And causes me to yearn for her venereal pleasures more and more She knows what to fondle and caress when I’m in the course of giving her head She knows how to respond to dirty speech when appropriately placed profanity is said She instinctively grabs by ass once I’ve struck up a rhythm Which causes her to cum – and cum early – with no revile or criticism She offers me her body … very choice … very select In turn, to this offering I make love to her frame, and give her the utmost respect Giving to her as much of me as I can, to exhaustion and excess Willing to please this woman with my best, and nothing less She opens up to me … like a critical break in a dam Giving all of who she is … to all of who I am She does so in such a way that – to her – I’m to the point of extol Which incites me to fuck her to satisfaction … mind, body, and soulSex … with a woman isn’t all about intercourse It’s not all about the reception of penetration allowing nature to take its course Rather, it’s about timing and peripherals of which she makes good use Every word she utters, each contingence of her touch … she does so without excuse She knows how to touch me with pressures that draws me like gravity to the earth She knows how to make parts of me rise, as does the moon to the surf She speaks with a passing profanity that neither begs for an apology or atonement She knows how to say things that floods my mind with a million images, in a moment She’s a tease at times, taunting me with temptation, till I’m tame And has me aimlessly wondering about without any semblance of shame Leaving imprints on my dreams; awakening with a knowledge that I came At times she has me begging for it, and other times, calling out her name She has a body language that speaks to me loud and clear She caresses the back of my neck; the crown of my head … that spot behind my ear She wears mix of perfume and pheromones that entice my olfactorial curiosities Causing my heart to palpitate wildly and my mind to move at exaggerated velocitiesSex … with a woman isn’t all about the cutty You see … sex with a real woman is something that a man has to study What responses to elicit and what buttons to push What to do and say for her to want to give more of her bush How to kiss a woman on certain pars of her frame to make her wet How to massage tender tangibles … and handle her silhouette How to incite in her a sexual insurrection of her own And draw her, as she draws me in a manner that is sexy and grown Nibbling on that place on her neck of which she says “be my guest” Taking her pulse right above the rib that is right under the left breast Rousing an over-yearned orifice with verbal and mental sublimations Soothing her sexual soul with blatant digital stimulation Feeding her information that causes her yearning to want its fill That when done right, causes her to want to give herself to me of her free will In a manner that is as stark, and as naked as the day she was born Her mind, body, and soul wanting to make love to me ‘till the early mornSex … with a woman is ultra-passionate in its form, raw and pure High energy where pleasure centers be, is beyond bait and lure Gluttons for a down right fuck that makes us huff and puff for sure Giving herself to me unselfishly and not in the miserly fashion of the immature She fucks me like a sex-starved prisoner and I reciprocate in kind Mating like two beast in the wild while in heat, and one thing in mind Actuating desperate movements that articulates their own sexual sonnets Giving me her pussy, with a hip swivel groove, as if our very existence depended on it “Get your pussy daddy” … she whispers in my ear “Did you hear what I fuckin’ said, get your pussy!” … I hear her loud and clear “Got-Damn it daddy, fuck this pussy!” … I do so with animate cheer I thrust her through … as an African bushman would do a lion with his spear We lay it down like a taggers’ graffiti on a wall as he writes and makes it plain We fuck with fervor and endurance, so much so, we both sweat and make it rain She bites the fuck out of my shoulder and I experience a mix of pleasure and pain Now along with the sweat is a mix of inter-gender ejaculate we are sure to leave a stainSex … with a woman isn’t something for which we need to rehearse When we get together and make it our private universe After allowing me access to her well from which I’m baptized and I fully immerse In between our sexual shenanigans and escapades, we pause for a moment and converse I wipe the sweat off her brow … and she does the same for me I offer a word of advice … and she does the same for free She tells me how she enjoys my company, and I commute her response I hold her for a time and give her the embrace that she wants We talk about the world around us and the pleasures of sin We share a private joke … which is sure to make her grin The dialogue that we share strums as sweet as the sound of a violin As we recompose ourselves before reconnecting our private parts again I cull the whole of her breasts and handle her nipples with a pinch Other times during our confabulation I massage the lobes of her ass – every square inch Stroking her like a pet kitten that sits on the lap of its mistress Touching her in places with confidence, without uncertainty or a missed guessSex … with a woman is as much of a psychology as it is an act The way she can get into the recesses of my mind and keep me mentally intact As I enter her, she enters me in ways that are less fiction and more fact She affects me in ways – in retrospect – I can’t even enact The way she has me feeling after a tryst is imprinted on my soul The after-effects are as real as the after-moments of touching hot coal That has me transfixed in a daze sometimes, and I have to come to my senses Making me want to take hot showers … and subsequent rinses Anchored to a time and place, in a space that incited the sweat to made my eyes sting When thrown back to that intimate arena in my mind, my inner man sings I can see her, feel her, and hear her ... every sight, every touch and every sound I can taste her and smell her, even though she’s not around I’m stuck on a moment that has since passed and is sure to come around again Flashbacks to our erotic rendezvous has me sprung, to no end And I contend that this woman has me bubbling like a soda pops’ fizz She has me spellbound, not by witch-craft, but just by the way she isWritten by: K-JiO © 2008 ------------------ The preceeding is an poem from the a developing series of poems that that will be published at some point in the future. Those that are part of "The K-JiO Project" will recieve this, and other pieces as they are written. Feel free to email me your comments by clicking K-JiO and leave your thoughts. I promise to get back to you when I get a moment :) Thanks for stopping by.