Siskel and Ebert

i should have never started
undressing her with my eyes
allowing my mind to run wild about her
thighs
lips
hips
breast
wondering if my imagination would do her justice
i am lucky
and she is justice
i am jason
and she is lyric
thoughts of tasting her soul inspired these lyrics
slow groves like the blues
that darius played for nina
"i got to admit girl, you're the shit girl and i'm diggin you like a grave"
and i could lie as if
this wasnt for my pleasure
tasting her brown sugar
until we both got wetter
tonight for us
could not get any better
thought of our bodies entangled together
watching movies
until we start
acting out love scenes
making our own love scene
loving our own love scene
good nite
dominique la rue

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

peanut butter

i was dazed by your frame
amazed by everything from
the curve of your breast to the cusp of your thighs
well past romance
tonight i
want to kiss touch and tease
while you
grasp hold and squeeze
your hands around my waist
your thighs around my face
your body
lay
still
in one place until
until
until
you flow like spilled milk
and i drink every drop
i try to say
baby
baby
dont stop
but
it comes out like
"get it/get it"
you dont understand my words
but you like my motions and movements
tonight is not just about a movement
this is a revolution
and in my mind its televised
because ive pictured every thing from your smile to your thighs
your lows and your high
tasting parts for your delicate surprise
looking in your eyes
i now realize
there are a few things that i love
more than life itself
tasting you
has been put on that shelf
right
next to
the
peanut butter...

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

weekend warrior

sunrise saturday morning
to
sunset sunday night
she was my army of one
spending her weekdays working a situation with false promises of promotion
never pushing her to her potential
never recognizing the real she
she
couldnt wait until he
walked out
pretending to play
whatever role delighted his two day trek
she could care less where he landed
because for two days we was able to be all that we could be
tactile maneuvers kept us hidden behind enemy lines
and for this moment she was the commander
dictating my every move
telling me where to touch
where to taste
taking me to temptations treasure
she was my captain and i was her soldier
she was my commander in chief and i was her troop
i let her lead
because to he
she was his prisoner of war
held captive by politics and propaganda
but to me
she was
my
weekend warrior

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

i moan

sitting alone
i
let my mind travel
dancing around distant memories
until images of
you
permeated my thoughts
i zoom past were we began
slowing down only for erotic kisses
soft touches
and
long showers
imaging us beneath waterfalls
until
your soul becomes drenched in love
we play in the rain
we splash in puddles
then we
turn our embrace into life
you
are
my life
i
let my mind travel
dancing around images of you
until only u
fill my thoughts
i see your touch
i feel your words
i taste your heartbeat
i hear your body quiver
and
i
moan

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

camera phone

i love the erotic she
picture
poses
dancing under fluorescent vanity light
erotic she
sheds her shy shell
and
hides only her eyes behind her flipped open communication device
she is meek and reserved
but erotic she
finds pleasure in victorias discreet whisper
pretending to pose for top model
erotic she is my top model
sending sexy silhouettes of her fabulous frame
teasing my thoughts
and becoming my lifes temptation
she slips into something to seduce my soul
leaving me breathless
loving me back to life
...
click

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

new orleans

it had been a lifetime
since my words had her wetter than the mississippi
so i picked up my pen
and hoped
this
would cause her
levee
to
break

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)