Cerebral Teasers
My collection of sensual/erotic poetry
My entire collection of sexual poetry and shorts poetic stories would take up far too much space that this site can hold. I take pride in the fact that I can take any concept or and subject and turn it into something sexual. As a result, I have published three books on concepts and subject matter that varies from drinking a cup of coffee to using the titles of old school love songs. If you believe in the mind, the body will soon follow...
My entire collection of sexual poetry and shorts poetic stories would take up far too much space that this site can hold. I take pride in the fact that I can take any concept or and subject and turn it into something sexual. As a result, I have published three books on concepts and subject matter that varies from drinking a cup of coffee to using the titles of old school love songs. If you believe in the mind, the body will soon follow...
Sensual Seance.
I need for you to stop and listen and not fear it. Give me your permission to locate and summon some spirits that’s been teasing near it, yet pleasing every woman since wet dreams first began commencing and coming into existence. Allow me to show you my persistence.
I will go the distance…meditating and concentrating to contact the resistance of the missing underworld and be the medium for Morpheus, the Greek god of dreams and Hypnos, the god of sleep as we seep deep into your cerebral seams to force you to leak from the sensuous words we speak.
And no cheap Ouija board is required on the floor as I channel through the entire live wire to acquire the flames of fires that fuel your desires that sit atop your inner erotic mantle and core like burning candles over admired orgasms.
I need for you to stop and listen and not fear it. Give me your permission to locate and summon some spirits that’s been teasing near it, yet pleasing every woman since wet dreams first began commencing and coming into existence. Allow me to show you my persistence.
I will go the distance…meditating and concentrating to contact the resistance of the missing underworld and be the medium for Morpheus, the Greek god of dreams and Hypnos, the god of sleep as we seep deep into your cerebral seams to force you to leak from the sensuous words we speak.
And no cheap Ouija board is required on the floor as I channel through the entire live wire to acquire the flames of fires that fuel your desires that sit atop your inner erotic mantle and core like burning candles over admired orgasms.
Intoxicated.
She was a fluid flowing orgasm that could give an Absolut spasm to intoxicated eyes. A Cognac-toned Tennessee Whiskey model with the bottom half of a Hennessy bottle and luscious red-bone thick thighs.
It was dark and raining outside about 1:51 at Club Nuvo on Bourbon street, about a month before the Hurricane, and I was just sitting with pride real far at the back of the bar sipping Gin and Juice when this sinning fruit from Malibu that looked like a Bahama Mama by the name of Pina Colada draped in Cosmopolitan Prada coasted by my side. With Remy Red lips and Crown Royal hips in her stride, I just wanted to get her in my Arctic Red ride to glide to over my adventurous home to get a double shot of her Citrus Patron so our flavors could mix and collide.
Just one seductive glance from those piercing Hypnotiq eyes made all the fellas want to inch and divide in between that Hot Saki. So, when she shot me those sexy Champagne glazed eyes, it was Pure Ecstasy as I could feel her Southern Comfort. So, I got cocky.
She was a fluid flowing orgasm that could give an Absolut spasm to intoxicated eyes. A Cognac-toned Tennessee Whiskey model with the bottom half of a Hennessy bottle and luscious red-bone thick thighs.
It was dark and raining outside about 1:51 at Club Nuvo on Bourbon street, about a month before the Hurricane, and I was just sitting with pride real far at the back of the bar sipping Gin and Juice when this sinning fruit from Malibu that looked like a Bahama Mama by the name of Pina Colada draped in Cosmopolitan Prada coasted by my side. With Remy Red lips and Crown Royal hips in her stride, I just wanted to get her in my Arctic Red ride to glide to over my adventurous home to get a double shot of her Citrus Patron so our flavors could mix and collide.
Just one seductive glance from those piercing Hypnotiq eyes made all the fellas want to inch and divide in between that Hot Saki. So, when she shot me those sexy Champagne glazed eyes, it was Pure Ecstasy as I could feel her Southern Comfort. So, I got cocky.
Church House Blues.
A woman woke up yet another morning with AIDS today. Miss Andrews knows, but the worst problem is that the woman doesn’t even know it yet. All she remembers is that she cheated on her newlywed husband and now she has a new life-threatening regret.
You see, little did she know that the man she cheated with was trapped in the closet. Yes I said it, a gay man behind closed doors. He acquired AIDS from his male lover who used to run around with all types of whores.
But that’s not the all of it. I want you to listen as the entire story unfolds before you. Her husband was a church deacon and his personal life was something the church members had not even a clue.
A woman woke up yet another morning with AIDS today. Miss Andrews knows, but the worst problem is that the woman doesn’t even know it yet. All she remembers is that she cheated on her newlywed husband and now she has a new life-threatening regret.
You see, little did she know that the man she cheated with was trapped in the closet. Yes I said it, a gay man behind closed doors. He acquired AIDS from his male lover who used to run around with all types of whores.
But that’s not the all of it. I want you to listen as the entire story unfolds before you. Her husband was a church deacon and his personal life was something the church members had not even a clue.
The Mourning After.
She woke up …alone. Her sheets were thrown, tossed and strewn about her ankles and her blanket
was hopelessly tangled. And as she stretched into the thinnest of air, she could feel that her nappy hair could also describe the thoughts in her mind as mangled.
She was naked except for the wristband that strangled her wrist and the still moist panties tightly crumpled and clenched up in her fist. And even after the sight of that shit, she still couldn’t believe this.
She then made an attempt to reminisce last night’s events but her head was on the brink of a blackout, so she cancelled that thought. She might have wondered for hours but the smell of Amaretto Sour brought her sedated serenity to a hard hitting reality so there wasn’t much to think about.
She woke up …alone. Her sheets were thrown, tossed and strewn about her ankles and her blanket
was hopelessly tangled. And as she stretched into the thinnest of air, she could feel that her nappy hair could also describe the thoughts in her mind as mangled.
She was naked except for the wristband that strangled her wrist and the still moist panties tightly crumpled and clenched up in her fist. And even after the sight of that shit, she still couldn’t believe this.
She then made an attempt to reminisce last night’s events but her head was on the brink of a blackout, so she cancelled that thought. She might have wondered for hours but the smell of Amaretto Sour brought her sedated serenity to a hard hitting reality so there wasn’t much to think about.
A Night To Remember.
I call you up on the phone to let you know I’m home alone because I just can’t seem to get you up off of my mind. I finally have the free time, so I just want to give you all of my emotion, all of my love, and anything else it can define.
It must be a crime to crave someone in the manner that I do. You must have cast a spell on me. So, baby, allow me to put my voodoo on you.
So is it okay if I were to embrace and hold you, as one would embrace heat and fire on any given cold, dark night? Feel and caress your entire body and soul with every inch of my being and with all of my might.
I call you up on the phone to let you know I’m home alone because I just can’t seem to get you up off of my mind. I finally have the free time, so I just want to give you all of my emotion, all of my love, and anything else it can define.
It must be a crime to crave someone in the manner that I do. You must have cast a spell on me. So, baby, allow me to put my voodoo on you.
So is it okay if I were to embrace and hold you, as one would embrace heat and fire on any given cold, dark night? Feel and caress your entire body and soul with every inch of my being and with all of my might.
(An innocent peek inside of what lies in between the sheets of the "Ol' Skool's Sex Tools" trilogy)
(Soundtrack provided and produced by Ol' Skool)