jonubian:

Black dolls. 

poemajones:

Black dolls. Love

D) Kisses trail dwn your spine
As I take the journey to envelop ur mind
Sensual licks n whispers as I begin to slow grind
My hands on ur behind as our love melts time
K) with each thrust you push me closer to insanity tears are the only words I speak as you make every fantasy breathe
signed your name on it for all to see
memories to haunt your day dreams
I am custom made for your appetite
You fill me up as
I feel you up
D) Flippin you to position after position
My personal slut
Smooth deep strokes as moans burst ur throat Sending orgasmic waves that coat
Our sheets n thighs
while u buck n writhe
Matchin my rhythm our heartbeats in time
K) accompanied by short breaths
nails in your back as we break -

By: @KReative_Works and myself @Poetiknight

unapologetically-black:

…”it’s okay to be obese” nonsense?

Look, I’m not saying that anyone has a right to denigrate or demean another person for being obese. What I am saying is why are we making a movement to make being obese and unhealthy acceptable? If you’re “big” and healthy, that’s one thing, but do you…

I’ve been a bad boy
I need ur brand of punishment
Chain me to the bed
Make me repent
Give me a reason to beg fr ur mercy
Scratch me deep nd fuk me hard
I want you to punish me
Begging fr ur forgiveness straddle my face
As I feast on ur amazing grace
Chains nd whips dnt leave out the handcuffs
I’ve been a bad boy now give it to me rough
Spank me slap me make ur whipping boy
Tonight I need punishment because I’ve been a bad boy

betweenthislifeandnext:

(first, credit where credit is due ~ the above is an excerpt from Chapter One of Ernest Hemingway’s ‘A Moveable Feast’)

It’s the simple pleasures ~ I yearn for most ~ the ordinary moments ~ made extraordinary ~ by your love.

dgdreamin

(gogyohka)

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#uDDs

This will not ruin your blog. Everyone say a prayer for the baby they found in the bin and ants were eating it. If you have a heart you’d pass this on.

kindalikealice:

This city holds memories of you. You were here. It’s why I really don’t take people to my favorites places within. Memories linger when you leave… For awhile after you’ve gone. I don’t see me… Or inspiration. I see your laughter, hear the rollercoaster in its tones, feel the vibration as it came…