quiets

my touch made her
as wet as a rain drop
she blamed my stare
- said the way i looked at her made her warm
i pretended to look away
but continue to follow her frame with my words
erasing doubt that was placed before me
i
promised to kiss every thing
that made her blush
confidently i
slipped off her sling back sandal
told her to sit back
and
began kissing away her day
her mind began to race
as i poured passion like warm honey
- slow and methodical
her eyes closed
as i covered her thigh with soft touches
my tongue raced to a space
and rested in her crease
she held all of me
placed her hand around my soul
and just as excitement
tensed in her back
she moaned
her fingers became entangled in my mane
i was a lion
and she was my prey
no regard for the world around us
we were
joined at the soul
i placed my lips against her lips
my tongue against her tongue
my eyes looking up
to see her
face
i continued to tease and taste
until she erupted
and flowed like a river
making her soul quiver
her legs shake her nipples became sensitive to the touch
she said
this
is
too
much
every movement made her body rush
she screamed
i'm trying to be quiet
i lifted up just to say
what
but passion placed pressure against her hands
only allowing me to move for a moment
she said
i'm trying to be quiet
and as if her words struck a never with my ego
i said
what
her sounds held captive by her moan
she said
i
am trying
to
be
quiet
without moving i continued to take her there
smiled
and said
you already are

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

stalker tendencies

2AM
and her slumber was shattered by
ushers desire to make love in the club
she kept wondering what made her purchase that song
especially
at
2AM
her eyes burned by the brightness of the caller id
she
attempted to say hello
but her 2AM voice
was hard to understand
hello she repeated for the first time
hoping this late night slumber thief
wasnt the result of inebriated fingers pressing multiple digits
his quiet
taunted her mind like a children on playgrounds
hello she said
however
silently he sat
wondering what to say
he called
hoping not to disturb her peace
but to change the course of her day
he called
wishing to digitally record his hearts desires after the beep
he called
wishing when she awoke flashing lights would indicate
one missed call
one message left
and she would listen and know how he felt
he called
but instead of a remake of what a real voice should sound like
he heard his say hello
so quietly he sat
and again she said hello
his heart began to flutter
his mind began to race
his world stood still
and just before he abruptly ended the phone call
he said

i love you

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

why i hate my job

she emerged from the shower
covered in nothing but
water
reaching for a towel
a cool breeze from the circulating air ran rampant across her chest
is it me i asked
she laughed
and walked away
knowing i couldnt stay
i watched her
as she
ran the pink terry cloth fabric across her skin
soaking up water
that i told her i would have drank slowly with a straw
she laughed
and walked away
knowing i couldnt stay
she sat in front of the vanity
but not being vain
she was confident about her frame
until somebody was watching
she began to cover her delicate skin
with exotic oils and creams
it was like a image from my dreams
i offered an extra hand
she laughed
and walked away
knowing i couldnt stay
as she blew a kiss my way
she
softly lay down against my bed
smiled at me and said
"have a good day at work"

damn im late again
and that is why i hate my job

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

Hear Eye Go Again

took a little hiatus to get my juices flowing
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Quite da Artist
aka
created in HIS image