I’m bearing a soul that’s

Been devoured by sinful thoughts

Set to slaughter him~~

la barbilona…

Distant love ..Exchanged
Smiles, turn into pressed wet lips
drenched pussy… hard dick ..AYI!!

 

I wonder..
How many times have I heard the seconds’ hand
Ticking my life away
While death is whispering in my ear……

That my time is coming

How many times willingly have I breathed in death…
i wonder how many times I have looked death in the face just to feel alive..
it’s an unanswerable question
Like how many times have I blinked?
And if i hadn’t of blinked

How many of these split second visions
wud have been able to answer these unanswerable questions..
that hold me from my dreams.. 
 

Embrace yourself…

For there is no other word that can describe it…

Simply the purest form of Art…

You see

It is like that piece hanging on display…

The one that you can stare at

For hours at a time

And get lost

Just looking into its beautiful design.

It is that piece

That draws the curiosity out of you

Building anticipation

For the perfect moment

For you to touch it…

You take one finger and slowly pass it along the canvas.

Feeling the rhythm of the texture run thru your blood.

Only wanting to be a part of the masterpiece in some way…

You probably have seen so many…

But when you come across mine.

You know God took his time…

It’s like David bitches….

Perfection.

It is the guilty pleasure I have

Touching that forbidden fruit

That’s yearned by so many…

Its warm embrace is like no other.

She can smother u and take u all in…

She will show you the true meaning of unconditional love…

She can make a grown man come to his knees,

She can make you roll your eyes back and make you think you’re having an exorcism

Because…………………………. she’s that thorough

She make you say AAAaaa

See God,

Thank him and make you think you’re in a deep coma’ all at once..

What can I say?

Life is great when you working with a Masterpiece like this…

:: Inspired / Latina-gina Monologues! March 19th 2010::

The birth of you
Completed me
Adam and Eve
He and I
Were meant to be
The motion of his lips
Left my body comatose
Our hands began to tell a story
We spoke about my mission
Talked about past lives
Making his way from m my finger tips
To my soul
He rooted me
Made me whole
I am his humbled concubine
With the slip of his lips
The I miss you followed by
The I miss you followed by I need you
Followed by the I need you . followed by
I love you .. the birth of him completed me..
Like I ..
I need you..

Inspired by:
H.J.W. at the time… lol

Whips that once used on slaves and animals,

now brings pleasure to me..

they lead to my creamed screams..

bite marks, leaving  a trail of your essence on me for days,

my body tightening  every time i close my eyes

i swear

i can hear my self moaning your name.

gripping my  hair, arching my back

as if you were pulling my hair ..

rocking my body slowly until u and i our in each others realm…

making my every exhale … my last breath…

wanting to breath you, profundamente…..

 

streets carry scars of

our stuggles/ modern slaves to

 social politics

 

♫ Isla

Isla bonita

 te querro ♪

Kiskellya la bella

Desde la terra, Te llevo

Me seimbro con tus raises ♫

To my grandmother

Who held down three jobs

Three kids

Never lost a pep in step

She was anita la electrica

Abused by her father who was so black that he was blue.

He treated her like she was just

Another esclava.

She grew up as a welfana

And maybe it was just destiny

Because like a phoenix

She rose from his ashes.

It was a pink mansion down on east 34th street

by Eastside Park

She waited

at hand and feet

on a white man dreams

‘‘ana antonia ! Negra ! Come here por favor.”

For years

She was the humbled house servant,

Giving my father a new dream

One that the island couldn’t give.

She saved every nickel

For the sake of fulfilling

El sueno

That her sons

Wouldn’t make shining shoes a profession.

Cause all you would hear

From dawn to dusk is

The melody of a child

In a mans voice

“Limpia , Limpia’ bota”

My grandmother , my mother and mentor

Has the heart of a queen

And blood of a slave

Running thru her

She came a long way to nowhere,

Her cant

Break me

Shake me attitude

Is what drives me

Materialistic things have yet to faze her.

And yet

She has

never written any sonnets,

any poems

Has never picked up a paint brush

Has never worked corporate,

Not a doctor or a lawyer

But for the past 27 years

She has been my teacher,

Her living room ,

Has taught life lessons that are beyond my years.

This class room

Is the only class room that ever mattered

And this ..

This very moment for mama