sexchocolateicecream: My Sens(x)uality. Expressed. Poetically.

I...

noreply@blogger.com (Mz. Eb.) — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 22:27:00 +0000

I listen,
I talk,
I laugh,
I gaze.

I attract,
I shimmy,
I flirt,
I pout.

I kiss,
I tease,
I touch,
I please.

I arch,
I peak,
I bloom,
I flow.

I rest,
I relax,
I stretch,

I purr.

Juju...

noreply@blogger.com (Mz. Eb.) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 16:54:00 +0000

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body
against skin
against tongue
against breath
against...

the only thing between is

steam

sweat

a trickle of blood

from nails dug deep into

skin

against skin

against...

tongue
embedded,
breath
quickens,
lips
moan,
ears
listen,
hold tightens
'round body
arched
against body
against
harmonised
sighs
cries
sighs,
heads thrown back
in synchronised delight,
heights
reaching

reaching

reaching

reached.

Sun(rise)...

noreply@blogger.com (Mz. Eb.) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:54:00 +0000

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Me and the sun:
we know what it's like to wake up
when the whole world's still sleeping
when your lover's still sleeping
in your arms

'cos the gods leant me
a spoonful of sugar
in the shape of the woman
laying beside me
Her sweet honeysuckle breath
caressing my face
each time she exhales

My queen sleeps…
but I know her spirit
is awake
and she can see me
watching her - intently

I can't help it
My soul plays jazz melodies
on her skin

and she wakes...

she wakes from her feline slumber
and we rise
and fall
and sing

Yes we rise
and fall
and sing

Inhibitions long lost
boundaries long surpassed
we rise and fall
and sing our bodies
with sweet violence...

Suckle...

noreply@blogger.com (Mz. Eb.) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:50:00 +0000

Pillow fight
Feathers stick to honeyed bodies.

You descend into me
Temporary twin
Siamese

Fresh passion wounds --- you wince
My nipples swell with pity, fill your mouth
comfort you.

White...

noreply@blogger.com (Mz. Eb.) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:22:00 +0000

Nothing on.

Nothing on ... but a pair of white socks

Nothing on but a pair of white socks ... and a white bow tie

I imagine you with nothing on but a pair of white socks and a white bow tie

bent over

...lapping up milk from a silver-rimmed bowl

as a white dildo approaches.

If You Were a Mango...

noreply@blogger.com (Mz. Eb.) — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 14:11:00 +0000

If you were a mango
I'd suck you

Sweet, juicy, ripe
I'd lick you

Over too soon
I'd regurgitate you

....just to relive the experience

Don't care if I get a running stomach
I want all of you

Even if my shit turns mangoey-green
I want all of you

Orange stains on my white blouse
I want all of you

...you - my emotional laxative

I've seen a pumpkin turn into a coach
and rats turn into coachmen
So I see no reason why
YOU can't turn into a mango

'cos the 1st deadly sin
I'd gladly commit for you

Your gluttonous concubine
I'm obsessed with you

Raid every fruit store - from Brixton to Brooklyn -
to stock up on you

Chutney, salad, smoothie
Get gastronomically sensual with you

Turn Buckingham Palace into a mango plantation
I dare her to defy you

I know, I know, you lovable fool
Fantasy's just having its own fantasy
Mentally playing me
- with thoughts of you.

Her-otica...

noreply@blogger.com (Mz. Eb.) — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 18:52:00 +0000

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I arch, I peak, I bloom, I flow
rich, hot lava

Better wait now
else you'll burn your tongue

Wait for me to cool a bit

then drink

Drink

Enjoy my feminine nourishment.

She Dances...

noreply@blogger.com (Mz. Eb.) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 02:32:00 +0000

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She flaunts her sensuality like a peacock
Moving her belly to rhyme seductively with your eyes

Her eyes never move away from you
they exude confidence
command respect
challenge you
mock you

tease you...

You dare not look away

Scared to blink
incase you miss
a twirl
a curl
a twist
a shake

Your heart pulsates
Your nature rises
Your pupils dilate
Trying to cram all her complexity
into your vision

You yearn to decipher her sexual mathematics
and she's generous
'cos with a quick flick of her hips
she gives you one number at a time
as her belly rolls ripples of trigonometry your way

A quick flash of her thigh measures the coefficient variation
between your heartbeat and the next
And just when you think you've cracked it
Just when you think you're about to solve her rhythmic equation
she takes it all back
'cos pleasure doesn't come from the solving
it comes from the discovering

Now, no mathematician will ever tell you this
but the circumference of a circle
is modelled on the swivel of her hips
- all 361 degrees of it
Yes, 361 degrees, not 360 as they claim
All they have to do is watch her move
to the rhythm of her femininity
and they'll know their calculations have been off

She knows...
She knows her power
She knows her power as she dances
She knows her power as she flaunts/taunts, commands/demands

She knows...
She knows this dance is just a visual expression
of the power she feels

within.

Ripe...

noreply@blogger.com (Mz. Eb.) — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 04:11:00 +0000

I)

You look

...ripe

deliberately woman

and I wonder what would happen
if you let yourself go - burst,
sweet seeds of you
freckled on my face - You'd taste like:
pain, summer's rain,
sand from the beach
where buddha mamas
run naked: mango breasts
plantain hips
cookie-dough thighs
skin tenderised
by too much love-making.

II) LIST OF THINGS TO DO WHILE WAITING FOR UR NAILS TO DRY...

1. Stuff your nightmares/ in a seashell/ on a seashore
and watch it float away

2. Sculpt a sand goddess in your own likeness

3. Run she-power workshops for mermaids

4. Publish that book

5. Quit that job

6. Demolish that profiterole

7. Grow.

III) THINGS TO NOTE WHEN SCULPTING A SAND GODDESS...

Only hands that have pleasured Self can sculpt her

Use starfish for her nipples,
seaweed (not algae) for her bush,
and of course: pearls for the most delicate of places.

IV)

We woman-folk

We mama buddhas

run naked down the beach

to catch sweet seeds of you

fall

from the mango tree.