poetic canvas in motion

been admiring your word play for a while,
from a distance, rightful reservations,
yet, the mere pleasure & enjoyment
of an inner magnetism,
poetically pulling at my roots,
emotional pencil-strokes,
painted sexual persuasions,
vamped up descriptive tongue flow,
each morsel, all the more tastier
but, ain’t nothing more delicious
than indulging in the will of your words,
as actions move into word's way
& I must say you’re quite a display,
Eh...
beautifully chocolate-dripped canvas peace,
up in my soul's mind,
crossin' my visual palpitations,
elevating throughout my nature,
rock-a-bye babying my mesmerisations

beguiled with your way,
your sway... silent word's rays,
strongly...gently uprooting my vibrations,
making A heart give way,
with execution, from pages, from lips,
sip by sip....captivating this body,
every belly butterfly-winged-tip
& soul conversations...
“the way” poetry & action concoct...
touchings to my satisfaction,
setting fire to flames
needing to catch my breath,
but, you quickly catch it for me,
in tenacious, cryptic kisses,
upgrading the heat & free flowing furnace
ablaze lower quadrants

knowing this physical affection,
which was birthed withIn the Unseen
will melt us....
into puddles of sweet cocoa & sienna swirls of love
I pressed
pressed
my need into your plead,
freely permitted
permitted
my love to run Her currents.... slowly painting
a permanent seduction
tree root deep
into the breathing treatment you're giving me
swiftly sifted away into your gentle, manly
into your desired persuasions, withIn my own
feather kissing the tip
of your high,
& you gripped
my imagination,
with your sexy vibratory aura...
sending ineffable sensations,
tongue-twirling,
caressing,
causing mental arrest,
lovin' on your firm flexes,
in sync
we ride,
sack deep in your sway,
words incomprehensible at this degree,
our motions are poetical slow saltations
E-Motions fill it up
& I'm lovin' 'your way',
your heart’s lips,

lost withIn my home, in you
all control lost, in this universal slip,
licking my lips,
in the pleasures of your length & measure,
as you cum-prehend 'my' love potion,
no place, time nor words can describe,
this insatiable, slippery, hot mouth ride in motion,
this soul explosion of bodies knock-rocking
no worries & sensible sounds are bound,
I'm filling you & you're filling me,
for 'actions' are the motivation of heart & soul lovIn

poetic love fluxing, soul to soul,
nothing to hide, no need for facades,
homes is the place, that lives withIn the hearts
of souls
releasing all aches, pain, weariness, tiresomeness,
into the Real...
lovIn...
here.
where I found actions, to words
where my love runs tree root deep,
in search of a 'feel me'
that 'fills me'
& when you “feel” me,
I ‘fill” too, completely.


© 8/2/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie

Here I Am

Salutations King, ….Your poetic Soul has lifted my wings,
I happen to be a known soul expressionist, 
typically releasing from within the depths of My Being,
no longer fearing the reprimands of those who have no understanding 
of where I’ve been, where I am, or where I stand,
Yes, it tickles my voluptuous fanny pink,
that the King has had it up to my skirt, with my flirt
So, I’m gon’ jus’ unbutton my shirt,
open the doorway to My bare soul,
for a spill & let the dice roll…
I came across Your unique style….Ohhh it’s been a while now..
diving into the pools of Your respect for Wombman, 
the free revelations of Your past, Your current, Your hope…of Your stance,
peeping out Your love of YourStory, OurStory and roots 
that have brought You to King, from the man You once were…
wondering if You will forever reap Karma for what You sowed,
as you lay seeds for ReBirthing.

I’m beckoned Spiritually, without a tug, 
embracing Your XXX’s & OOO’s, 
holding dearly to what I no longer behold,
the missing pieces that just spilled onto the pages,
as I opened this door....
as I live the life set before most…before me….
form-fitting the standards taught to be, 
those which aren’t branched from the roots, of which we come

I’m a delicate, unsealed, painted canvas of love,
digesting the words of a Master Poet’s story all over my acrylic,
only conscious visionaries can see My tears,
So, while you thought you were watching me first,
I was a sideline soul, buried in silent cries, bathing in salty tears,
listening to you speak from “My” heart,
only allowing concealed dreams to spill from my pen tips,
writing in the color of my tears,
spelling out H o w d i d I g e t h e r e ?
& why did I miss you?
until the pages ripped, tearing a new whole in my soul

totally relied on scriptures taught in my youth,
from a Word that wasn’t mine, hearing nor answering my screams,
delivering me such a brute love boomerang of pain, 
over and over again,
I did revealing one dream of hope in a poem,
I still recall your inspiration, that as long as we dream, there is hope…

I really thought you were so dope, a fly ancient Soul,
& knowing the less I said, the least sin on my head,
as the gavel of hell had beat me to dread the smiles You bring,
as you speak of UnIty, 
of lost Black Souls, Blood Diamonds & Gold from the Motherland
Your love letters of playing footsies under the moon, in love bosoms rolling down hills,
giggling ‘til we’d have to catch our breaths, and rather than catch our own, 
we’d catch each others’ in a kiss
I say hell….I’m gon flux with His flow….
How can I pass Your love letters by as if I hadn’t fell long ago?
but couldn’t let you or my girlfriends know,
that I was trapped in a web,
educating mySelf through Your continued Selfless, Self-education,
sharing of hope & faith of Our future
No One knows My heart doesn’t pump blood, but tears,
diggin’ how You do You, 
real enough to lay Your heart splattered like road-kill,
just to pick up the pieces and rebuild a King,
deserving to call me Beautifully Beloved &
I wonder if I could Call you My Enchanting Dear,
On a pillow talk night, right after we turn off Our Lights, ……

© 10/1/12 LeTisha.Woods