AT THE CROSSROADS

H I M: Release me he cried into the wilderness the fables of man lingering upon his tongue. Forbidden paths walked along the way, some things he could not say, but many things left undone. Taking steps towards the future he cradles his past and wonders if peace will last. Beyond the concrete jungle and down a grassy path he attempts a new start.
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ETERNITY

A L W A Y S AND F O R E V E R;:
Before, I became a mother I wanted to be so many things.
I wanted to travel the world and purchase my own diamond ring.
I had dreams of riches and a house so big. .
Then a detour from the yellow brick road
Meant a beautiful seed was sown
The sight that stole my heart
Then everything I ever planned fell apart
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Life became spontaneous as one more arrived another passenger on this crazy ride.
Just be certain I’ll give you everything I got
I’ll will be that solid rock.
I know you both got dreams and life is not at all what it seems
But the one thing you have that I didn’t;
Is me. .
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DORA THE EXPLORER

T H E U N K N O W N: The explorer travels the world in search of new discoveries. Upon his/her journey gathering all the sights he/she can see. Depositing all hopes and dreams. It has been said that the universe listens, carefully although unseen. While he/she trods his/her seed forgotton. Bursting through soil the elements make delicate selections, as they toil from our own projections rewarding those we have invested and those we have manifested.
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FALLING

F A L L I N G
The edge is nearer than I think
Sometimes the way isn’t always clear so I sink
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Constant in my attempt at ascending steps
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Consistently descending one at a time, at best.
Hurriedly thinking of ways to uplift, stay abreast
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Hands up in surrender and reaching for the sky
Intentionally aiming real high
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Still Falling In Flight. .
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EPISODE 1: PLEASURE VS PAIN

Diamond Falcon was a woman of power, a lady with connections to the biggest shakers in the city but nothing could satisfy her insatiable desire. Sat with her legs folded and her bosom exposed she waited patiently for his arrival. Business had come to an end, her husband had absconded and the cat was already in play.

Strikingly astounding was her beauty, a bowl of sweetness stirred with the Asian sea and blended with the african sunset. Her slanted eyes were carried by high cheek bones and her lips the image of cupids’ own. Shoveled into a messy bun, wisps of hair escaped the confines of her bun and framed her face so effortlessly.

Lost was any fear of interpretation or the abandonment she endured at the hands of the men she had willingly let into her garden. Tonight, she would be in control without question. The room had been dressed with precision and care, a domestic den at first glance but a sexual kingdom with deeper inspection. Larissa had certified discretion and an elite catalogue of choice while she desired persistent and consistent orgasms.

A click followed by a lenghtly creak drew her attention to the Adonis approaching her nakedness with an air of confidence she admired.

“I ..”

“No words.” She interjected the folds of flesh between her thighs moisten with lust.

Standing she crossex the floor as if floating, her feet making no sound as she walked twenty feet towards the King size bed. Fabian admired her from a distance his job only to please but her scent lingered behind like the taste of the sweetest honey.

“Stop.” He ordered without force but fear of explosion.

Obeying with urgency she stood still her body glowing in the dim glow in the candle light. The contour of her waist inside the small black dress had appeased his desire but the rufflled bottom and exsposed buttocks had stilled his heart. Rising, he stood six foot tall and seven inches wide. Following her path he meet her back with his width and groan heavily.

“Didn’t I tell you not to speak.” She uttered softly. “There are penalties for pleasure Charlie.” She purred.

“My name…”

“Your name doesnt matter right now Chuck.” She spat.

Gripping her waist he spun her with ease.” I shall not repent, instead you shall flog me without mercy.”

Grazing her lips across his she let her hand fall below his waist to tease the rod the prodded her so eagerly. Leaning back in his embrace her face exposed in the light he gasped.

“Diamond Falcon.”

The words fell from his lips so carelessly her body rigid in his arms.

“If you breathe a word of this to anyone and I mean anyone! You will be burying your entire family do you understand.”

Looking into her pale brown eyes he nodded obiently and carried her to the bed. Gently laying her down he teased the zip of her skirt down before yanking off her skirt so fast she gasped.

“My what other surprises do you have on store.” She giggled excitedly.

“Let me please you.” He said with conviction she believed.

Releasing her inhibitions she let her guard down. Standing behind the double sided mirror Larissa grinned, Fabian was irresitable reaching out she traced his body upon the glass before leaving her spectator alone.

100 WORDS AND MORE: STORY TIME

JADE: She had failed. The purple stain beneath her eye, the ten matching dots around her neck was proof she had failed. It had all happen so fast, her gun in Wesley chest, his fist in her face and the sound of gunshots ripping through the industrial estate he owned. Trembling beneath the shelter of a table she waited for the silence to swallow the ricohieting bullets. Wesleys’ lifeless hand hung from the table his life source dripping from his palm into a puddle before her as she held her breath.
A sharp snap, a loud clank and the silence grew thick, the inside of her mouth drying then the desert as she listening for any signs if movement. Uncertainty stabbed at her chest as she crawled out from beneath her wooden protector standing with caution. “Hands up.” A gruff voice ordered.
“Shit.” She cursed.
“Now!”
As instructed she raised her hands above her head and prayed to a God she had never served. “Now turn, slowly!”
One foot in front of the other she manouvered with her eyes shut tight to scared to stare death in the face. “Just kill me” she spluttered without conviction.
“Now, now darling why would he do that.”
Every muscle in her body relaxed, her eyes fluttering open as she clasped eyes upon her mother. “Get yourself together! We need to be home for dinner otherwise your father will start asking questions.” Shaking her head in disappointment her mother frowned deeply. “Darling you must stop playing with your target’s. It’s bad for business and it’s messy.” She said with a wave.

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STORY TIME

WHEN KISSES AINT ENOUGH: Samuels’ face said it all! The shifty glance, the snarl forming across his lips as I laid my discoveries on the table. There was no turning back, the locks had been broken and a bird had been released.
Pushing the paperwork away with the tip of his fingertips he scoffed. “This means nothing!” He snorted.
I smiled aware that this would not be enough to peel the skin from the onion or draw blood from the stone. “Carla.” I called without a tremble.
The corners of his lips fell to the ground his shifty gaze stuck to the floor. “What does this mean Samuel?” I asked pleasantly brandishing his indiscretion like a loaded weapon.
I waited a moment for his excuse, his valid reasons or even an apology but I knew it would never be enough. “Twenty years of marriage and you throw it all away for a woman younger than your marriage license.” I chuckled instead of crying.
“She meant nothing.”
Suddenly I felt elated, a breeze upon my face as my proverbial wings. He rose heavily his shoulders slumber and his eyes low. “She was a mistake.” He reasoned. “Samuel.” Carla whined her innocent feeling crushed.
Placing my hands upon his shoulders I pulled him close, relaxing his clasped my waist with urgency. “Samuel.” I whispered. ” You are the mistake!”
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BROKEN HEARTS THAT SING….

Lovely, He kissed me under the moonlight

Gently rubbing, asking me for loving

Removing my underwear

He whispered sweet, sweet nothings

Just to show he cared

But all to soon he had what he wanted

And left without a care

Stolen,

Robbed

Broken sobs

Tired of fake loving

Others can’t get enough.

Swollen, heartbroken and all alone

No answer, just silence when I call your phone

Absconded, lost , your not coming home

Where, oh where has all that love gone.

One moment, a lifetime

To remember you by

But lost is true love I will never apply.

SPOKEN WORD: INSIDE

I often consoled myself in the dim glow of the street lights with fictional tales spawn from the imagination of a pubescent teen. I often wondered what it would like to be anybody; anybody but me.

Then came a growth I could have never foreseen a road of bumps and curves that wounded me. Leading to a light that never dimmed, I kept walking on a whim. In the distance I saw a future, a vision set in stone for me but not everything in plain sight was as it seemed.

I could have given up all hope, many times unable to cope. I could have thrown in the towel but God knew what tests he was giving me, he knew what I could handle. Throughout the hardest of times I found a strength I could not ignore. I found a power that lifted me from the floor.

Although the race is far from over and the road is never clear, I am still standing, I am still here.

Giving thanks to the higher power that guided me through and for the foes that formed weapons God lives you. Though you may not understand or care I am blessed because in my heart Jah lives here.

I could write my story and tell you a tale but each man on his own ship he sails. My pain will not be your pain just as my name is not your name. We may face similarities but we will never be the same.

So you may not have walked my path as I have not yours, I judge you not on your flaws. I drifted through life on a hope and prayer; but I’m still standing Im still here.

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THE EX

Her heart shuddered and her breath stilled in the moment. Only a few feet away her eyes rested upon the once desired and beloved flesh. A body she had craved, admired and conquered in love and war she stills bore the scars of their battle.

There he stood in the mist of the crowd oblivious to her presence, lost in fruitless conversation. Charming his way through guest without a care in the world she watched as a gentle graze of the hand tickled a fair maiden as he greeted her enamoured blush with strong gaze and soothed her with his attentive nature.

Staitionary, abandoning reality, here she stood staring the past in the face unable to breathe. Her eyes met his and in an instant four long years since; since they had laid eyes on each other dissappeared in a blink of an eye. Every memory she had tried to erase rewritten in her mind; The kiss settling upon her lips as if he just lay then upon her; The heartache she felt when she walked away; The pain that exploded in her chest each time he lied; All inscribed again.

The ground sway beneath her as she caught her breath closing her eyes with a silent pray she wondered if he was only a figment of her imagination or a beautiful mirage deadly upon encounter.

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