.holiday.treat.

.holiday.treat.

put the kids to bed,

the milk and cookies have been set..

nice or naughty.

it's about time to get it wet..

For kisses below the belt..

no mistletoe required.

let your imagination work you..

Cum in and get Inspired.

Just to clarify..

Aint no hoe, hoe, hoes.

The way he fucks my mind..

Plenty of oh, oh, ohs..

Juices sweeter than Santa's treats left out on the table.

The way his tongue does circles..

Got my legs shaky and unstable.

Bucking hips into his face..Grabbing fistfuls of dreadlocks..

Legs wrapped around his head..

tongue and clit at a deadlock.

Arching my back,

I wiggle side to side.

Having forgotten to buckle my seatbelt ..

I pull them reigns to stay on the ride.

His candycane stands tall and hard...

Can't wait to return his favor ...

So big and thick when its erect..

Making me yearn for his sweet flavor..

Humming and vibrations ..

Got me bout to climax..

The fast pace he keeps makes me wonder what's he capable of next.

My minds in outerspace

As I'm about to hit my peak..

Im cumming so fucking hard..

This outspoken chick can't even speak.

Toys and gifts are nice..

clothes and books are neat..

But the best gift was him eating my sweet holiday treat.

©Butteryevil2012

.making.soul.love.

.making.soul.love.

when he makes love to my soul,

i'm in another stratosphere.

when my eyes roll so far back..

that i'm in a galaxy far away from here.

his member is the rocket sending me there.

so deep to the peak..i'm gasping for air.

"oh my God.."

"Your God? Why you gotta be so stingy?"

i'd be more willing to share him..

but it's the way he bends me..

when he kisses me so deep..

i know i can't retreat..

and when i cum..

the earth moves..

but like a african drum..

he continues his body's grooves.

i explode...cum hard..

my body does shake..

he keeps pounding..

a feeling i can barely take..

my body's spent..

i need a small stent..

but he doesn't quit..

doesn't give a shit..

when you're making soul love..

it's not something you speak of..

it's something that's felt..

when the dealer's cards have been dealt.

make love to my soul..

when he's got full control..

when i'm begging him to stop..

that's when he makes sure to hit the spot.

no energy is left..

after my body's cum has been theft.

i know at the end...

we will soon begin again.

make love to my soul..

let's make our world's unfold.

you're apart of my world..

i love being your girl..

fucking me til i cum..

this love will never be done.

making slow soul love..

something i'll never be sick of.

©Butteryevil2012

.emotionless.sex.

The Thickness-Jill Scott

if you've never seen this video..i suggest you start there. it's kind of where my head has been and i actually recently wrote my last college paper quoting some of this spoken word (i got a 90/100 too!)...

but this is kind of my mindset when it comes to this poem. please enjoy. any comments are accepted.

.emotionless sex. 

you wanna have emotionless sex..

just fuckin' climax.

nut and go to the next.

no feeling invested.

but you damn sho' feel rested.

leave her feelin' neglected.

rejected, fucked, and deflected.

but she's no booty call or fuck buddy.

want to be with someone..

who's proud they comin' home to me.

afterwards, they don't just fall asleep..

with a kiss on the cheek..

he be like "baby you need somethin' to eat?"

he don't just put in that work..

he don't want her to hurt.

she don't want or need for nothin'..

because he always producin' somethin..

so when you claimin' you the man..

high-fivin' yo' friends..

make sure your beginning..

can produce an end...

and you are worth more than you lend.

she makes love to the soul...

universes unfold..

there's plenty in these eyes to behold..

worth more than any amount of gold.

her world shakes..

his ground quakes..

more than many could appreciate..

so when you drop some lame ass pick up line..

or call her a dime..

just know you ain't worth the time..

she's got too much on the line.

hell..got too much on her mind..

she stay on her hustle and grind..

no time for little boys..

who feel like men when..

they treat women like toys.

so you may try all your best.

unfortunately, she's waiting..

for someone who wants to invest.

someone she can put to the test..

the best of the best.

leaving the rest looking a mess.

so if you want emotionless sex..

move to the next.

leave another chick perplexed.

spellbound in your hex..

she's one of a kind..

all his emotions will be mine..

when we are interwined..

he makes love to my mind.

if this is above your head..

you don't belong nowhere near my bed.

for emotionless sex..

gon' head and head to the next.

©Butteryevil2012

.gyrate.

.gyrate.

gyrate...

so i could feel you deep inside me...

quiver and shake while you gyrate against me..

pelvic thrusts...

i'm about to bust..

and cum and cum and cum..

and hold on tight to you..

and sleep.

©Butteryevil2012

.the wadabi.

‎.the wadabi.

the wadabi men are beautiful and strong.

their eyes roll around so gorgeously..

they smile and bat their eyes at their potential mates.

the men have beauty contest...

brightly colored make up covers them..

in order for them to look more attractive to their mates..

mating rituals entact.

they throw elaborate festivals to try to attract the married women.

the wadabi men spend much time beautifying themselves..

they can attract one or more wives

the stunningly beautiful wadabi..

a man's smile is absolutely beautiful

a feature that transcends many social differences..

the wadabi will fight for the wife or wives that they have chosen.

the result could be the death of both of them.

fighting for love.

women swoon at the thought of being the object of a man's eye.

they love being fawned over.

it is beautiful to see someone fighting for the love they want.

the wadabi are a beautiful people.

©Butteryevil 2012

.game over.

‎.game over.

people always want what they can't have.
that's when you want me most..
when i'm not yours.
but you had me.
we played this game before..
and you lost.
i'm the one that got away..
and forever that's the way it will stay.
because you didn't appreciate me.
and you lost.
you didn't treat me like a queen,
i replayed my mistreatment back in my mind's big screen.
and when i lost, you lost.
played me like a game, 
a game that you lost by the way.
this ain't mario, you can't restart. 
i won't allow you to resmash my heart. 
you're a good looking loser baby..
and that's all you'll ever be to me.

©Butteryevil 2012

.alone in a crowded place.

.alone in a crowded place.

alone in a crowded place,

my heart beings to race.

eyes dart from side to side..

just want to find a place to hide.

utterly painfully shy, 

my eyes tear and i begin to cry.

thoughts clouded, wondering what they see

when they see shy, timid me.

when someone flirts, i forget my own name,

mumble back something pretty lame.

i hear my heart beating in my ears,

i'm ashamed of how i appear to my peers.

short of breath, my knees feel weak,

my anxiety attack is about to hit it's peak.

cheeks flushed, i stare at the ground..

lightheaded, i faint and fall down.

i come to and everyone stares,

they all laugh, nobody cares. 

no one understands panic attacks.

i have no friends to call me back.

with tears streaming down my face,

no longer alone in a crowded place. 

completely alone with all the lights out,

can't drown my thoughts or force a re-route. 

sleep will bring sweet peace..

eyes closed i begin to release.

alone in my solitude,

i now understand my doom.

no one will ever understand me..

apparently completely alone is what i'm meant to be. 

©Butteryevil 2012

.firestarter.

.firestarter.

put the match to the striker,

with a grin on my face.

not knowing what could happen,

if i burned down this place.

with a twinkle in my eyes,

i light the match,

unbelievable the egg..

 that i was about to hatch.

watched the fire burn..

almost down to my hand,

blew out the match,

then struck another again.

turned the match upside down

and watched it burn,

zoned out on the light

and took another turn.

when it burned out,

turned around and struck another,

cupped my hand and

held it close like a baby to a mother.

i spun slowly in a circle,

watching that beautiful flame,

smiling my eyes locked,

i begin to feel a little pain.

blew out the fire,grabbed a match,

and hit the striker once more,

heard a large startling noise

like a slammed car door.

dropped the match accidentally,

ablazed still the flame.

attempted to stomp it out

and keep the fire contained.

dried branches lit quickly,

i'm engulfed in mere seconds,

"come away from the light"

the voice behind me beckons.

romantic love is

one of the most addictive substances on earth.

the fire inside me,

 a burning painfully pitiful curse.

once wind catches flame,

there's no turning back,

can't be doused out quickly,

no way to backtrack.

better call the fire department

because my heart is surrounded,

fuel that feeds my inferno?

 your key has my heart impounded.

don't get lost in love,

let that love find you.

a striker to your match,

 someone who'll see that run straight through.

don't trust pyromaniacs with flames,

or players that play mind games.

follow your intuition,

be kind, smart, and make good decisions.

fire can bring warmth,

or destroy many beautiful things.

the only things that extinguishes it

are tears and the rain.

the way to truly love,

is to know what it means to hurt.

burning is painful but

many other things are worse.

the moral of the story is

love and let love go.

to understand the extent of both

you must experience them to grow.

©Butteryevil2012

.rear view mirror crush.

.rear view mirror crush.

Your eyes caught mine,

as we sped down I-5.

Sent a wink and a smile,

made me blush for a mile.

Viewed me in your rear view mirror,

away from the traffic ahead we steered clear.

Swerved then stayed side by side,

shared sweet glances for quite some time.

I blew a kiss and a wink,

then took the off ramp to my street.

my rear view mirror crush,

I'd like to thank you so very much.

I'm more than a little bit flattered,

that you eyed me up and down like a seafood platter.

Good luck in your travels ahead,

I think as I park and head inside for bed.

Goodbye rear view mirror crush,

and thanks again for this evening's rush. 

©Butteryevil2012

.can't leave him alone.

.can't leave him alone.

i don't know what's wrong,

i just can't leave him alone.

we found love in a hopeless place,

but i can't stand not seeing his face.

his wittiness is so charming,

how many heart beats skipped? quite alarming.

he melts me with his smiles,

for him i'd travel for miles.

when he takes me to that place,

my mind travels to outer space.

i don't know what the future can hold,

i hope a relationship is something we can mold.

our chemistry is quite magnetic,

to a degree that's a bit pathetic.

it you love someone, let them go,

if they come back, they are yours?

if this saying is true,

what if you are scared to walk through those doors?

it took my heart a long time to heal,

his as collateral is only a part of the deal.

though i'm sure it can't take any persuasion.

i want him and i to be a part of this equation. 

his quirky, goofy sense of humor.

what we have between us isn't just a rumor.

why can't i leave him alone?

because i feel like he is where i belong. 

.beautiful.simplicity.

.beautiful.simplicity.

You just don't see...

The beauty underneath.

That beautiful simplicity.

Those things hidden I keep.

The colors of the wind..

That gorgeous night sky,

Mixed skin tones intertwined,

That twinkle in his eye.

The simple things we cherish most,

My arms around your neck.

That simple things that makes me proud,

Like when he blesses my eyelids with a peck.

A butterfly who flutters by,

The ocean sound in seashells.

The taste of peanut butter cups,

Or when AOL says "You've Got Mail!"

These beautiful pieces of simplicity..

Remind me of what is important.

To take pride in the life I live,

Stress-free and live in the moment. 

Enjoy these perfect pieces of simplicity,

You never know what day is your last.

Spend time caring for those who you love,

Remember to leave the past in the past.

Don't take life too seriously.

Don't stress yourself too much.

Encourage those around you

Surround yourself with those you trust.

Let your love over flow,

Be accepting of others,

Sometimes you have to..

Listen to the words of your mothers.

Make sure to love until it hurts..

Let that love take over.

Bandage up those old heart wounds,

Move on, don't take cover!

I appreicate life's simple things,

Hand holding is the best.

I plan to get the best that life has to offer.

Have a good time and pass life's tests.

Enjoy those simple moments,

Like blowing bubbles in the air..

Make your life worth living,

Party like you just don't care!

Life can be simple,

Simplicity can be sweet. 

Give life and love all you've got.

Live it up until it's complete. 

©Butteryevil2012

.kissing.

.kissing.

Kissing me,
He enters me.
Kissing me,
He makes me weak.
When he kisses me..
my heart skips beats.
he's kissing me..
beneath the sheets.
between the thighs..
his tongue does glide..
he kisses me inside..
he does it so sly.
Kissing me..
I feel complete..
Kissing me
I feel him deep..
Kissing me..
we fall asleep.

©Butteryevil2012

.let.me.go.

.let me go.

let me go,

don't let me go..

have you ever said let me go?

meaning please don't you ever do so?

said let me go..

he kept me close.

said let me go..

he held on so..

she cried..

he cried..

no one let go.

don't let go.

let me go.

don't let me go. 

if you love me so. 

you'll never let me go. 

©Butteryevil2012

.thirsty.ass.

. thirsty.ass.

close your mouth..

you need some water?

thirsty ass.

can i buy you a drink? NO.

you can buy one to quench yourself though.

thirsty ass.

you looking hard as hell.

hope your eyes don't fall out.

the thirst.

can i have your number? NO.

don't break your neck boy.

the thirst is not cute.

need a Gatorade? 

wet towel?

kick in the ass?

stop being so damn thirsty.

being thirsty is a disease...

my backhand..

 is about to hustle up a cure.

the thirst is severe in the desert. 

SIT YO THIRSTY ASS DOWN SOMEWHERE!

©Butteryevil2012

.skittles are gross.

.skittles are gross.

taste the rainbow?

i'll say hell no!

i'm not into skittles.

not one bit,.

too sugary..too gooey.

making my mouth..

look like i've been hit.

i'd rather have some m&ms..

or some peanut butter cups..

either of those do me just right..

both of which i can't get enough.

put some skittles in my hand..

i'll put them back in yours.

i'd rather have nothing at all...

or zits that clog my pores. 

skittles are yucky..

i hate them alot..

i can't even eat them..

if i smoke pot. 

screw skittles i say..

i've got something you can taste.

sweet as honey...melts on your tongue..

something you won't surely waste. 

so if skittles are something you like..

good for you, bravo buddy.

just don't offer them to me..

or i'll rob you for your lunch money!

©Butteryevil2012

.the permanent bite mark.

.the permanent bite mark.

the sex was quite rough..
the bathroom door closed shut..
when the bite came..
she cried like the night's windy rain.

he left her in much pain..
hindsight..
something's she'd have changed..

she felt on her shoulder blade..
the skin felt a bit raised..

a week or two passed by..
the pain was still nagging high.

leaned up against the mirror..
just so she could see a bit clearer..

his bitemark was still here..
on the shoulder he'd left bare..

a permanent mark from that strange day,
the day she had no "no's" to say..

lesson learned bout a safe word..
she'll use one forever...
if necessary become a sung bird..

an experience that she can't regret..
because of that permanent tattoo near the chest.

it was worth every min..
the memories she's left with?
plenty.

sent him a picture..
said should have got it tatted quicker.

the permanent bite mark.

©Butteryevil2012

.Enter--net.

‎.Enter--net.

are their Cumplications with your enter--net;
is your Cumputer just unwilling to Cumply,
she winks and bats her eyes..
then utters her reply.

my signal is quite strong..
my connecting cord is fairly thick..
under such circumstances..
this connection should be pretty quick.

apparently these cir-cum-stances just won't do..
i'll have the technician patch us through.
i've overdo-cum-ented the situation..
hopefully they can fix the enter-net station.

maybe some s-cumbag is hacking me.
ac-cummulating my signal strength. 
i'll be cir-cumcising their connection. 
since they are causing me some congestion. 

i'm cir-cumnavigating this enter-net cum-ber..
cir-cumscribing my focus on you. 
i'm going to cir-cumvent this situation.
show you what a woman like me can do.

i've done some prati-cum in tele-cummunications..
this situation stands up to none. 
though it has been quite cum-bersome,
my work here is close to being done. 

i was breifly dis-cumbobulated...
but my head is through spinning now..
only thing that's left to do.. 
is blow Wade a kiss and take a bow.

©Butteryevil2012