wet

every touch made her leg tremble
the thought of us
made her
weak
every moment was intense...

she sat at her desk
remembering last night
reminising over every second
from the doorbell ringing
to the goodbye kiss
and every subtle sound inbetween
she remembered how it started
his hand slowly sliding up her thigh
he pretended to be
watching the jack bauer save the world
but she could see by the rise in his jeans
that he had more on his mind than 24
she allowed his hand to guide her soul
as she slid into his grasp
and somewhere between commercial breaks
and credits rolling
she found herself

smiling
sitting at her desk
remebering last night
wondering how they ended up

her thoughts seemed incomplete
she
couldnt help but
smile
sitting at her desk
remembering last night

her mind began to race
as she
pictured his hands
slowly
seperating
everything she had on
she slid
against his body
and she could feel his heart beat
with each
thump
she
began to move her hips
to the drum
until she couldnt
stop

smiling
sitting at her desk
remebering last night
she couldnt focus

every word sounded like him
every fragrance smelled like him
every touch
made her leg tremble
the thought of last night
made her
weak
warm
and

smiling
sitting at her desk
remebering last night
(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)

grace

he
ran his hands across places that had never been touched
slow whispers
singing love songs in his finger tips
calming her restless soul
he
told her that he wanted to taste her softest places
saying all the things that she needed to hear
to
open up more than her heart
she gave all of her self
and
he
slowly sat in awkward positions
and prepared to partake in devouring more than just her innocence
he wanted to place his face so deep between her thighs
her gynecologist would think he was born there
but right when slow kisses became soft licks
he remembered every word he was taught as a child
he knew his manners
and was mindful of what was right
so
as he placed a hand on each of her thighs
he softly pushed away
and before she could say a word
he
bowed his head
and said



"God is great,
God is good,
let us thank him
for this food
AMEN"

(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)

cant stop

my tongue glides across my lips
as my mind replays
pictures of our past
and maybe its just my imagination
but i can still taste
you
thoughts of us start
teasing my tongue
making my mind run wild
i
cant stop
licking my lips

every time i close my eyes
i
keep replaying that scene
right before
your
body
shutters
i find myself
drifting
licking my lips
and picturing you here
i
cant stop

you
taste like sweet peaches
like warm chocolate milk
like fresh apple pie
like grandma's peach cobbler
like
you

and i
cant
stop
licking
my
lips
(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)

coming back

i stop "pimping the pen"
but only to get my mind right
making cherry lime-ade
out of fake ass lime light
i do this for the love
because i know my rhymes tight
and you can hate it or love it
either way i'll be aight

- check it, i decided that i had to start writting again. even if only to clear my mind.
- i reposted some old pieces (the ones i love) just check previous on the page or archive by date...
- finally i WILL start posting about a piece a week (or more)


check back, spread the love, and drop a comment or two

quiet da artist
- aka
welcome back carter

still

tears flow like rivers that have swollen after a hard rain
as soon as someone mentions your name
my soul places laughter like band-aids on broken hearts
a temporary fix
for a permanent situation
dealing with lifes ultimate devistation
the end of our creation
I
miss
my friend
I know they say
have faith and hold on
the pain won't last for long
but this shit hurts
and even though I don't cry as much
I don't don't laugh as much
I don't smile as much
I don't sleep as much either
I listen for whispers in the night
hoping for impossible outcomes to destined scenarios
asking GOD to play messenger
and tell you things I should've said while you were here
and now the truth is
I sit here
and cry
rivers
oceans
lakes
and streams
hoping that my tears will touch your soul
and memories of us will blossom like yellow roses
they say be strong and hold on
but this shit hurts
and my laughter will only hide so much
they say be strong
but even when the pain goes away
this shit hurts
my memories place daggers in my heart
causing my soul to cry
and my tears flow like rivers that have swollen after a hard rain
(quite da artist/copyright 2006)