Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Portrayed Thoughts

I miss the aroma that usually lingers when you are near
the way the water drips along your naked skin
Radiance seduce even the fragrance you wear
Then you wonder why I’m stoked
Fumbled by the way you stare
Your eyes digging through my flesh
But I’m not hurt

In essence, I’m prone to the danger you possess, WITH love
If it's illegal, then I’ll the suck the very breath out of you
Then savour it
Climb Mystique Mountains
Dangle with the wind
Grieve in your absence
Write your name on my "walls"
Even the ones that throbs when you touch my inner soul

I partake in your presence
I subdue the very body you prey open so I can devour
Traces my ink upon your skin
We’re in-sync without words or music
We intertwine with the melody of a promiscuous melody
Only we can fathom

The intrinsic light that you portray
Makes my presence remains attracted to your beam
Detach the indispose
Crave the unknown
While in solace we seal the vibration

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Friday, March 25, 2011

Love Diminishes

I shoved the thought of you coming back to me
With my retrograde heart
I plunged
And pushed you away
Hoping you'd stay
Love tested
But not lost
This loss is brutal

Without utterance you speak about love
Love in its twisted form
Cast no stones
It should be pure
Full of life
No pain?
No tears?
Just plain old love like the biblical days

I shoved you so deep
I could feel your love pulsating through my heart
Like a throbbing vagina conquering an orgasm

But love's depth dissipates into thin air
Like black smoke on a cloudy day
There is no end to what we could've seen
Idiocrasies submerge

Feelings too real
Yet feeling fake
No time to regroup
No To time to suffer
Or cry a running river
Life is moving eagerly
Through distance and time
You'll emerge quietly
Showing me
Love is not lost

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Ink Erotica©

You came through the door
right in time
I wore my 5 inch red stiletto heels
Long legs covered with fishnets

I watched you walk across the room
Dropping your jacket
Unbuttoned your shirt
Exposing that chocolate inked skin

I watched you in the mirror
Our eyes met
Just like the first time
The intensity shown
That you needed my pussy to wet your cock
And sing sweet melodies in your ear
While I beg you to fuck me there

You approached me
My back to your chest
Your scent tickled my pussy
And you know this
I touched myself
You tasted my fingers
You touched me from behind
And I licked my juices from your fingers, like an hungry child

Your tongue became the ink
Used to paint my body
You worship it like Israel’s temple
Like slaves in the early days
You worked me hard but gentle

Positions toppled with pain and pleasure
While I come in more ways than one
My ink juices spill on your chocolate tone skin
As we break away in sin

When the sun rises
We replay the night's scene
Like a popular song
We are number one
But as soon as the ink dries
We go back to being
Just friends

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Ode To Waiting©

I waited for your touch
Hold on with tenacity
Waited like the eagerness of a long
Stroked dick to pussy

Submerge my soul
This waiting game
I can't win
Not out like a deadly cricket match

No kiss
No touch
No sweet sex
Bed rocking
Bodies slapping
Ready to explode
No morning laughter
No face to face 'I love you's'

I waited for your smile
But like a ghost's reflection
You disappeared in thin air
Where did you go?
I wanted to journey with you
See flashing lights
Explore galleries
Watch you speak
While I come in my seat

I waited for you
But like the time travelers wife
We shifted a few centuries
Disturbing my mental
Turn them into idiocrasies

Is this my Ode to love; life?
We have our paths
So lets live it
And savour the memories
This is my Ode to waiting

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Saturday, December 11, 2010

In Our Eyes©

In her eyes
I conquer her world
Penetrating deep like no other

I touch the depth of her soul
Like fire to wounds
Conjuring fantasies
That becomes real
Cause her eyes depict only pain
that lasted years and years

I release her pain with
Words of truth
open her soul to how I love
Actions relive
Love understood

In her eyes
I'm number one
Suffocating me with her love
Breaching every law
illegally finding our truth
Our minds engrossed
To find this love
This love is special

In my eyes
She's my mystery
I was bound to love
Her reflective spirit
Flow deep from generation's tale
Encompassing knowledge to my truth
In our eyes
As we obey love's laws
We mirror love's love with no bounds

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Beauty Taste Like©

Beauty tastes like sweet sex
On a rainy night
Candles burning their skin away
Lights beaming on our naked bodies
As we raise the temperature
Slippery wet skin meeting for the first time
That is beauty
In the eyes of the beholder

Beauty tastes like
Sweet poetry
Engulfed in the way it presents itself
And your spoken words
Penetrates me
Like metamorphosis stages

I taste beauty in the way you love me
For better or for worse
We link our beauty
And portray it as literature
So we can reminisce when the night gets cold

Beauty tastes like
Licking the canvas from the paint
I corrected
Cause I painted a perfect picture of you
And that is beauty
Potent even; the way your eyes
They sink through me
Taking in every aspect of my beauty
Blushes escape

Your beauty shines through in every form
Even with knitted brows
From  the internal to external part of you
your beauty tastes like.....

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Sunday, November 21, 2010

My Season©

I'm longing for a season
where equality is free
so that we could walk naked
but not naked to face life sentences
where politicians would understand that living in war
was not what we signed up for

A season of bliss and promiscuity
with sun ray's lightening the skin that you detest the most
with curious minds
that divulge in iniquity
because that's your sanity

Seasons where me and my partner can hold hands
on this Jamaican land
swap kisses on the beach
lavishly professing our love
without being scorned
like disease on death's bed

I long for a season
where pedophiles open their souls
and have pity on the kids who made their cock sing
at least a season for the rapists too
This is my plea

A season of love's love
running down my skin
where we could eventually see eye to eye
and sex was not on schedule

This season I want to love you immensely and hate you the next
because our love in reality
is nothing like in our dreams
we love interchangeable
that's how we define it

But with this changing season
lets just bask
you and me

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Battle With Love©

There is a battle with love that I can't win
And even when seasons change
Love shows its face
With that obvious tear in the middle

They say love remains the same
Is it
Or our combined despisement
That deter us from going in the right direction
Even the places we visit
Shows love in a different term
Like oblivious folks who mix T H E R E for T H E I R

Well I need love there
Where ever there may be
To guide my being into
Something significant

I need it here
So I can feel love
so we can sift through our baggage
that suffocates us 

There is this battle with love
That I can't win
It makes me hide my sense of self
So that you can't prey into this useless soul 
How you make me feel
Cause then u'll win
And I lose
That's something this foolish heart won't take

There is this battle with love
That WE can't win
Cause we are mentally derailed
Like two broken chairs
Setting in the corner
Mumbling I don't care

So how can we win
When it's
Who won't let love in

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Sunday, October 24, 2010

24 hours

24 hours of you
Just 24 hours I have, so I will cherish it with you

No tears please
This is not good bye
But the beginning of who we are in this time
All we got is now

If 24 hours is what we got
I wish they would cut it in 1/4 and stretch it like elastic bands
Cuz being with someone like you should take forever

No 24 hours is not enough
How I can fight to make you stay
I lied we should at least shed a little tears
Cause I will miss you when night turns into day
And u'd have to go away from me

I can't have enough of you in 24 hours
But it's what we got
So penetrate the best part of me
so u'll stay permanent
Like tattoo to skin

If we take long walks
Dig up graves where we bury our memories
We may never meet again
So lets reminisce on what we had
Lets wear this promise ring

See you have to go
And even though I don't know where
This is what we got now
So let us spend it with scented candles
and running river by the park
It's the last time I'll see your smile
Smell your skin
And bask in ur eternity
So as 24 hours comes to an end
Wishful thinking sinks in
Because this is the last night....

Inspired by "If Tonight is My Last. By Laura Izibor"

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

My Master©

I'm trapped by your chains
the way you punish me
love soaring in
makes insanity permeates 

I submit myself to you
like congress
i'm sworn into you
My Master

My Master controls every turning point of my being 
when thoughts come gushing down
roaring like a lion
and pussy pulsates
my Master takes the rein
controlling me once again

I release my energy over to you
I relinquish every power
vulnerability clock activates
There is no room to retaliate 

Ohhh my master
I wait for the day to relinguish all my juices
inside you
let it flow like days of rain
and rock like thunder
head pushes back
reaching for the heavens

Creating fuck storms between legs
Pussies slapping like crazy
Over wetting sheets
engrossed in illegal sex
that can't be written
merge like one
explode like i'm having an epiphany
fire flowing through me
like exorcism in progress

I won't be exile from this sweet torture
I won't beg
until then I'm all hers

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson