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

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

Torturous Venom©

She sways her hips rhythmically
Confidently
Like an egotist

She's like a
Torturous venom
One you can’t touch
Fuck
Nor feel

An authoritarian
With a voice sounding like melodies
They worships her every being
Like sand to a sea
They beckon to be apart of her ocean


This torturous venom
Breaks heart
Intentionally seduces
Weak pussies
That can ride her face
From dusk till dawn
Without penetrating the souls
Of the unknown

She's begging for someone to tickle her fancy
But not ruin her controlling demeanor
Someone who she can manipulate in bed
Controlling their pussy
Making it hers to keep

This torturous venom
Met her match
One who silently intrudes
Upon her shrewd persona
One who fucked her mind
Mentally sucking her brain from reality
Fucked her fancy
Making her vulnerability struck
Heights and rivers
Only this disclaimer could endure

This disclaimer was a scorpion
She uses her tail
To elude that torturous facade
Having her whipped ass
Lapping up her pussy juices
Punishing her body
Creating new mysteries

She was possessed
By the jealous scorpion
That cunningly wraps her
Under a spell she wish
She could resurrect from
Now!
She’s a victim of a torturous venom




Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

I Wait©

I wait for the essence of mountain dew

To drip on our flesh

As we make love on the deck

Bodies rocking

As the board makes noises

Begging us to cum

So that it can rest in peace

I wait

For the rivers to run deep

as we go deep beneath

what we feel

falling freely just to be

in space and time

complete us

I wait for the touching of fingers

Like the sun waits for morning to lighten clouds

Fingertips on lips

Eager for long last kisses that we miss

I wait for lingering kisses along necks

As we explore each other

Like an artist with paints

As we sing melodies

And whisper secrets

Only we share

I wait for the ripping of sheets

And the slaps on ass

To create the sound that we make

As we fuck our way to heaven

Marking walls

Screaming on top of our lungs

Because we don’t give a fuck

I wait for the night to end

As we cuddle without words

Embracing the moment

Until I wait again 

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

The way©

The moment your skin touches my skin

The way your melancholy fragrance entice me
disturbing my mental
Perplexities beyond measure
Arousing sexual grievances
Because your pussy misses mine

Our love bound by one and acceptable by few

Nourish me with your love
you won't ever be
The bane of my existence
because when I look into your eyes
I see what's beyond
Mere fear of loving
Fear of forgiving
Fear of losing you within me

You satisfy me
With just one simple touch
When your kiss caress my kiss
And nose tingles ears
Nostalgic
The way you look at me
Our soul permeates

The way we connect without words
Our minds elevates
As we climb higher with loves grace
We shine bright on dark days
because when pain emerges
We suffocate
We embrace
We love
We laugh

My heart beats silent crushes
As I lust for your roots
to intertwine fucking my mental
As I lust for your branches
so my inner flows interconnect
With yours

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Your Love©

You're loving me from
Winter to spring
Summer to fall
Every season we grow
The way we flow
Like pianos rhythm

Your love bestow
Shines through like poetic words
Writing our love with
Pens that fit your fingers

We build love bridges
So we can climb
And face our fears
Together enduring loves pressure

Your love takes me high
So high
Above the mountains
I wish for everytime
You make my heart quiver
I would cum quicker
Drown in your ecstasy

You're loving me
The way your body speaks to mine
Fingers leaves evidence of love making
Like tongue licking on shoulders
and teeth marks on neck
bringing out the vampire that we possess

You feed me
You need me
You make me lyrically numb
Because your love makes me dumb

A love so true
Makes it unexplainable to fathom
Because 
When heart
Meets heart
That's the only explanation needed
Your love........


Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

11 Ways©

11 ways to say I love you
like 11 languages
speaking your name
pronounced like ecstasy
taking trips to galaxy's

11 ways to go deep
sinking fingers deep into skin
leaving marks that will forever be
sweat devour
screaming your name in different octaves

11 ways to kiss your lips
till it's swollen sick
intertwine beneath the candle light
savouring thoughts
while the star cums 11 ways with us

11 moans to hear
when you go slow
and I go fast
speed up the pace
like we are on the race track

11 poems to write
tracing every ink to your body
recreating history
like philosophers addiction to words

11 ways to fall for you
each moment intoxicating and new
energies dialog cryptic messages
only we fathom
like thieves on a crime scene

Even though I'm 11 years young
and you're 11 year's older
we merge like century's
enticing you with my reggae rhythm
and me with your acoustic soul

11 words to describe the way I do
but it will take 11 decades
just to be with you


Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Poetry Invasion©

Poetry caresses my skin
Penetrate me the way you enter my being
Invade me like a plague
Like police checking for contraband
Hands rubbing up against crevices
Sexual harassment with nothing but sex

Like swarming bees
Like poison ivy
Taking space in your mind
Playing with your mental
While at the same time stimulating sweet pussy

It encompass my being no extent, no limit
It opens up my soul
The way my walls open up to receive your love
Your love of high graces
Like kings and queens in high places

Poetry ignites every fire
Beyond any flame
The way heat passes through my body when you are near
Taking space in your mind
Chewing away at your thoughts
Unexpected ecstasy
Where no man or woman has been
Untraceable for any doctor to see

Brand new on the market
Insanity is the new normalcy
What don't look good feels even better
Between sheets
Where bodies dance in heat
Invaded love
Like purring cats to legs
Pussy power fuck up minds
Now its wanted all the time
And sneaks up like tornados to grounds
Tearing up things
Poetry that captures hearts
Soul
In Sin........

By Grace Aitcheson and Kala Brown aka Rootsology

Addiction With an Extension©

The word has been used
In more clichéd context
Like dick to pussy

But this addiction
Goes deeper than
Morphine
Staggering in jail cells
Tightening belts to arms
Just to get a release

This addiction....
Seeping through body cells
And tissue just to find it's way to me
Screwing my brain with surgeries
Because it can't get enough of me

The mental stimulation
Travels from 3000 miles
There are times when I can't deny
That this addiction has taken over me
Igniting
Erupting
I'm staggering helplessly

This addiction
Penetrates me illegally
Wetting panties
Illusions becomes real
Because I'm so high physically
And the fuck
Cremates dead bodies
Bringing them alive with ecstasy

This addiction
Has not been diagnosed yet
It's rare in silence
Yet dangerous in my presence
Doctors haven't listed it on their papers
No prescription to buy yet
Because this addiction is only for me


Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson