“From whispers of desire to cries of the soul — every word matters.” 

✨ Welcome to my world of poetry — where emotions flow freely, words dance with rhythm, and stories are told between the lines. Each poem is a glimpse into the soul, capturing moments of love, struggle, hope, and discovery. 

The Sexy in Me

The sexy in me is full of confidence in being comfortable in my skin. The darkness of my hue is only the highlight of where my journey begins. I’m confident because I accept the woman inside of me. I have so many different sides, it’s difficult to allow many in to see. My walk is sexy because of how my hips sway from side to side, swaying my back ever so slightly. If you’re wondering if I’m worth it, probably, of course, yeah, likely. I won’t kiss and tell you you’ll have to find out on your own but be careful of what you wish for; the sexy in me will have your mind blown. 

The sexy in me is sweet and every man’s dream. The way that I’ll make love will not only bring a smile to your face, but you’ll explode as I cream.  The tenderness of my nipples is enough to wet my panties, and if you want to enjoy what I have, then straight down the middle you’ll go, just to up the ante. Kiss me and feel the softness of my lips. Grab hold of my waist as you thrust yourself inside of me, creating a giggle in my hips. Talk dirty and call me filthy names, flip me over, and repeat… baby, I’m all in with these sexual games. 

It’s my turn, and it’s time to turn you out my way. I hope that you have the energy to sustain what I have in store, it’s an all-night and into-the-day, the way that I play. Don’t you just love the sexy in me? 

A.Renee

10/07/21

The Kiss

Two lips intertwined, touching and caressing as their tongues take them to a sensual state of mind. 

The softness of her lips felt smooth with gentle touches. He, in return, smiles and moans as he calls her his duchess. 

The strength of his tongue is second to none as he takes control of their flow. She inhales all that he’s giving as his hands begin to stroll. His lips kiss her romantically in a hallmark way, just as he’s getting started with how he wants to play.

 He nibbles her ear lobes and begins kissing her neck, and then her shoulders.

 Whispering I love you, baby--yeah, that’s what he told her. 

He caresses her breasts, taking turns sucking each of her nipples. She let out a moan as she smiled, exposing her pretty dimples. 

He let his tongue guide him wherever it wanted to go, and as luck would have it, right down the middle, he would ignite a fabulous show. He continued his journey of pure satisfaction and delight, as midday pleasure would turn into a steaming hot night. 

His tongue met her lips as he kissed and kissed, and his command soon became her wish. 

Candlelight Love

A walk-through candlelight, the flames dancing to my jazz tunes, filling the rhythm of his heartbeat, inhaling his intoxicating fumes. The night was wet and bitterly cold, my snuggle kind of weather, the warmth from his hands had generated more heat than any man had ever. I thought, how sweet heaven must truly be because I have one of God’s angels waiting on me. 

The night kept getting better as the seconds ticked into another day. It's easy to let time slip by, especially when we play. He sugars me down with the sweet words from his tongue. and I melted like butter by the time he was done. He's my chocolate chip with the butterscotch dip, my big juicy peach, because my baby is also sweet. He's a shot of Hennessy strong with desire, and a tall glass of water extinguishing my fire. He's my candlelight love.