pretty panties, pumps, perfume and pearls

i
playfully asked what are you wearing
but
before you could answer
i
picture you
prancing around
pretending to be as perfect as a pin up
better then any beauty of the week or
sexy centerfold
i was seduced by
you
images of you lingered on my mind
and i kept remembering
the first day i was captured by your smile
seduced by something other than just your sexiness
i
carefully crafted words to keep you coming close to me
making sure you heard my heart scream
so i
playfully asked
what are you wearing
and before you said a word
i
pictured you
standing in the mirror
contemplating complaining about what seems so perfect to me
you dont like your hair
or something about your size
you dont like your curve of your hips
you dont like your thighs
you dont like waist or the nape of your neck
and what you dont like
drives me
wild
im seduced by your hair just as it is
i love everything about your size
i am drawn to the curve of your hips
and my hands seem stuck to your thighs
i cant help but caress your waist and would love to kiss the nape of your neck
so
when i ask
what are you wearing
even before you say a word
i
picture
pretty panties place neatly in their place
pumps put up in your closets
perfume never pressed out of the bottle
and pearls draped back in the box
i
picture
you
perfect without pretense
seductive without showing off
beautiful for the sake of being beautiful


(quiet da artist/copywrite 2009)

the perfection of you

they say nobody is perfect
but i look at you and realize
these are the same people that told me there was a santa clause
they
say
nobody is perfect
but they don't know
the depth of your mind
or the
softness of your touch
or the
sweetness of your soul
they say
nobody is perfect
but
they
have never heard your hello at the end of a long day
they have never felt your lips against their neck
they have never fallen so deep into your embrace that they get lost in your life
they say
nobody is perfect
but the picture of perfection painted by every word they say is you
they
say
nobody is perfect
but they
don't know
the perfection of you.

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)

hiding from the sunrise/really good morning

sunlight splashes against my face
i drape my hands across your frame
and pull you next to me
i need you next to me
i expect the inevitable
so i refuse to open my eyes
i know that as the sun grows brighter
our day will have to begin
and the perfection of this moment will spread its wings and fly away
so i
pull you so close
that we are touching in every space
the fragrance of your hair
dances against my face
the softness of your back
graces my chest
the curve of your ass
settles into my lap
the firmness of your thighs
brush against my legs
and
we
lay
perfectly pressed against my soul
i pull you so close
that you
feel secure in my every thought
at this moment
i cant go wrong
without this moment
we cant go on
so
we avoid the sunlight
like vampires in search of shelter
counting every moment as if time stood still
and
without speaking a word
i become you
you become me
we become
more than just this moment
we are the perfection of our past
the peak of our present
and the promise of our phuture
at this moment
this
is our future
and everything about this moment
has me
hiding from the sunlight

(?uiet DA artist/copyright 2008)

cupcake

she said
baby what are you thinking
and without words my mind took flight
i pictured her
chocolate lace negligee
seductively shaping her shell
falling against her frame
i imagined my hands reading her body like braille
caressing her thighs
then
up to her waist
i follow my hands with kisses
as i slowly peel away the packaging
she slides below to get more comfortable
and
before she can move
i
find myself taking nibbles against her soul
she shivers and smiles as my tongue teases her creamy center
and just before she explodes
i open my eyes
and she says
baby
what are you thinking
and
with a smile on my face
all
i
can say
is
cupcakes

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

cyclical

she is my inspiration
images of her dance delightfully in the dens of my mind
pushing my pen to create tales of love, lust, and life
i close my eyes and see her frame
and my mind wonders to a place where poetic perfection is met with simple seduction
her words expel thought that turn into dreams
dreams so vivid that my pen becomes a paintbrush and my paper becomes my canvas
and my words tell our story
and she sits
listening to every syllable
seeing how it relates to her soul
each word gives her goosebumps
and inspires her smile
the words began to dance delightfully in the dens of her mind
pushing her body toward love, lust, and life
she closes her eyes and sees my thoughts
her mind wonders to a place where simple seduction is met with poetic perfection
her words expel thoughts that turn into emotion
emotion so vivid that her body becomes a paintbrush and her hands become her canvas
and she begins to relive our story
so i sit
watching every movement
seeing her every motion relates to my mind
her touch gives my words life
and inspires my soul
she is my inspiration
images of her dance
pushing my pen
i close my eyes
my mind wonders
and together
we
inspire

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

patron

last night
it slipped from my lips like daggers
i wanted to pretend it wasnt said
but
your movements screamed otherwise
pause
i continued to press play or fast forward
but you wanted me to repeat it
you sought confirmation in conversation
so
you went from
soft moans
to quiet tones
to
silence
your mind wondered if the words that stained your brain actually fell from my lips
and i knew then
that things had changed
i tried to rewind my mind
and ask myself if there was a way out
i closed my eyes
and searched for the exit
but every word that fell sounded like a lie
you said
muthafuqa dont lie
but the truth would ruin every thing we had
so i
thought of words that could tempt your minds third eye in to believing that fantasy was real
you knew it wasnt real
so you
covered you soul with anger
wrapped it around your waist and walked away
I wanted you to stay
but what else could i say
i watched you in my mind
and tried to blame it on the liquor
we knew it wasnt the liquor
you knew that she held on to my soul
you knew there where parts of me that she would always control
you knew that when i closed my eyes
- even in the midst of us making love
you knew that
she
was
my soul

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

Undress my cool

she said baby get comfortable
and I
unlaced my swagger
i kicked them off and neatly sat them at the end of my day
i
allowed the softness of her soul to engulf my cool
as she began to unbutton my bravado
she placed her hands against my shoulders and massaged away my strut
she said this was home
so
easily i put away my savage self
and let my lion become a lamb
i didnt need my cockiness
so i folded it away and placed by the door
she sheltered my soul so i could be free
she took the time to learn the inner me
we knew that outside this was something i couldnt be
she knew that on the streets my swagger was stashed in my waistban
my lion walked without a leash
so tonight she sat it all neatly at the end of my day
soft kissed took all of my stress away
and her heartbeat
allowed me
to be
uncool

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

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)

useless

without her
i
wasnt i
my
soul wasnt connected
my
heart wasnt beating
my
i wasnt i
without her
i
was like a lighter with no flame
without her
i
was like a boat with no sail
no story to tell
she was my once upon a time
and my the end
she was my friend
my lover
my reason for being
with her i was supposed to grow old
she was my soul
my heart
my i
and without her
i was useless

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

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

Phantom

Recently written pieces were removed because I didn't like them.
- NUFF SAID

muse

(muse: 1. the source of and artist's inspiration)


it started with slow kisses
soft caresses
and tender touches
she
allowed her inhibitions to run wild like a field of trojan horses
standing
below the sun storms
until her body was
drenched
she closed her eyes
and waited for his hands to move
she wanted to be free
and he
released her soul like an inmate from the prison of her mind
she enjoyed the chase as
rain glisten off her frame
leaving her
wet
she
began to moan
making
sex faces
as i painted pictures of passion with phrases placed in pros
yeah
i AM a poet
and she would listen to my words
and know that she was my muse
she understood that i wrote for her
so she continued to give me fuel for my fire
sexy lingerie
for those flows that would ignite more than just the soul
simple placed kisses
that created literary canon
she was my theme
the reason that i write
she was so right
keeping me focused
with
slow kisses
soft caresses
and tender touches

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)