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

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

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
ME
YOU
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 
EXPOSING
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
Me
And
You
Who won't let love in



Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson