Back In The Day..

Remember break dancing and double-dutch?  Remember Phat Laces and "Fortune Tellers"?  Fortune Tellers, the folded up pieces of paper with colors and numbers and that told you who you were gonna marry, the type of car your have and how long you'll live?  Penny Candy???  Now-N-Laters and Chico Sticks?  Astro Pops and Boston Baked Beans... MIKE & IKE'S???  How about the first boy or first girl you held hands with?  What was his name?  Was it the Parachute Pants with all the zippers and shell toe Adidas that he always kept spotless (with a toothbrush) with matching Phat Laces that got you to swoon?  Fellas, was it because her Mom always hooked up her perm and she had the prettiest hair in class?  Or was the tight purple Jordache jeans that made your hormones scream?  Or was it because her breath always smelled like watermelon Now-N-Laters? What was the first song you slow danced too?  Love You Down by Ready For The World?  Shower Me With Your Love by Surface?  Or perhaps Ooh This Love Is So by Al B. Sure!?

Yeah, I know.  Damn...so much simpler back then.  I hope this trip back down memory lane was as good for you as it was for me.  The following is my Ode' to 1984.  If you weren't yet born or aren't familiar with the days of 1984 in the Mid-West...sorry, it sucks to be you. (JOKING, uh..seriously).  I hope you have as much fun reading this shortie...as much fun as I had writing it.

PUPPY LOVE

Something happened.  My heart stopped.  My fingers went numb, I felt like my feet were no longer touching the ground.  Sounds came through like I had water in my ears.  Her lips, I have dreamed of those lips.  They kissed me. 

She captivates me.  Her presence is a vastness of warmth and comfort.  A feeling of home and I don’t want to leave.  Her smile lifts me and the feeling I get when her fingers run down my arms gives me the simultaneous fire-n-ice feeling all over.  She speaks in a sultry alto and my toes curl. 

She still tastes like honey.  Soft as a summer breeze...my mind sends me.  She is Junior High lemonade stands, roller skates, Double-Dutch and Hide and Go Get It too.  She is the sweetest memory standing before me.  Warm and fuzzy things goin’ on in my stomach.  That crazy puppy love feeling I got when I first saw those pig tails and pink barrettes in the 5^th grade comes rushing in like the Atlantic did to the Titanic.  Now I am drowning.  Green eyes shock me back into living.  I was code blue, standing, stammering.  My first kiss has come back and now she stands before me and it appears that time has romanced her like I always dreamed I wanted to.  Her skin is the shade of cinnamon and maple syrup. Her green eyes dance beneath her light blue eye shadow.  High cheek bones and the fullness of her lips bring back the x-rated dreams of one pre-pubescent boy and run through my mind as she smiles at me and reaches for my hand.  My hand with the wedding ring. 

Her eyes tell me that she hasn’t forgotten our puppy love. 

Quickies..(PLURAL)

My time here has been brief from the site traffic report some of you REALLY  like what XpressionFruit is doing.  Trust me...I REALLY like that you like it! 

For your continued support I give you not one.  No not even 2 but yes!  Yes!!  YES!!  3 Quickies!  WOW.. Say no more and I shall say even less..

Squeeze your legs together ladies, wrap your arms around yourselves and RELEASE..

Enjoy!

VACANCY

Steady, rhythmic pat of the rain on my back provides a natural acoustic accompaniment to the moment. My eyes refusing to blink.  Content to allow the salt water that seeps from the edges to mix with the wetness from above.  Camouflage.  Her words echo inside my head and coupled with the sway of her hips as she walked away, emotion floods my insides and seep from my eyes. She submitted her resignation. 

                                                                                     Copyright © PureRenaissance 2010

STORM WARNING

I just want to escape my current state of being and move in and out of her like a hurricane. Leave her wrecked and wet.  Stretch her and flex her. Lift her and press her.  My desires take flight and circles high above her thighs.  Flesh becomes me and rules my moment.. Hands have eyes of their own and look to move quickly beyond the camisole.  Mouth decided to spit game to the lips with many names.  Na-Na is the name she gave, ooze is the way she came.  Spine bends and toes curl as fingers grab hair and the shaft, yeah it went there. Spellbound she confessed...she has never been lifted, stretched, flexed or pressed like this.  My Category 4 leaves this woman on the floor.. post clitoral bliss and she still insists, one more time.  Again like a hurricane and her legs spread wide for me and I dive for me.  Loving inside her thighs for me.  Move her, press her, stretch her, rub and flex her.  Wrecked and wet, my love never forgets.  

                                                                                 Copyright © PureRenaissance 2010

JUST SEX

I can see what remains…through cloudy eyes.  2 pints of V.S.O.P. has added haze to this vision, but I can still see.  Candlelight is still bouncing off the walls, casting shadows across the bedroom.  Vanilla is still present in the air from the bath beads and massage oil.  Spent candles have faded and left a puddle of wax down the side of the tub and onto the rug.  Damn, that will be expensive to clean.  From my chaise, I look across the room I remember that it is definitely worth it.  Cocoa colored, sweet as sugar cane and soft as raw cotton, she lays.  I stare.  Ready to reminisce but I am still in the moment, savoring it.   She lies on her stomach, nothing but satin sheets, separating my view from one of my favorite parts of her.  Where the sheet stops I can see the shallow of the small of her back, still speckled with perspiration.  Her frame is marvelous.  I love the flawless span of skin from one shoulder to the other.  She has the sexiest neck I have every seen.  Not a glance I own that passes over her that my dick doesn’t get hard.  Her silence calls to me.   Her sex has my doctor ready to prescribe me blood pressure medication.  Moments ago she whispered sweet nastiness to me as I sucked and nibbled her southern most passion.  My head game gave her a fluency in a language she never studied in high school.  Calls out to Jehovah inspired my tongue to find new depths.  Her hands crept around my ears and she held me there.  Pinned from below I captured her eagerness.  Sweet wetness gives me strength.  To rise from below and take her from the back.  Legs spread and hips high.  My oh my how I love my concubine.

                                                                              Copyright © PureRenaissance 2010

I think I love..

..having an audience.  At times I am a voyuer.  Others, the LEO in me wants to be center stage.  With center stage comes responsibility.  For my content, I am responsible.. now what you do with, what I percieve as my gifts, well that's entirely up to you. 

AS ALWAYS - Heartfelt THANK YOU for reading.

Enjoy~

Unseen

Someone Blue once meant the world to me

Tore my pages down with one blink of her eye

Rebuilding took a thousand years,

Til she blinked again

My pen couldn't keep pace with the twist in her hips

or bend in her dips

So I type to keep her rhyme

Now a strong breathing rhythm in my time

Clickin’ on these keys

Her head dips back and her toes curl when I fall to my knees

Someone Blue once meant the world to me

Her green turned me on

But only when she gave them to me

Asking meant having

But only her giving was truly receiving

Someone Blue once meant the world to me

So I teased her and she danced for me

Twisted and twirled her curls for me

But I couldn't see past the licks in her Crayola box

So much more than 64

Her abstract had me flat on my back

Captured by the creases in her brow

The sweat dips and hits me on my chest

When she goes up then slowly comes back down

...to rest

Someone blue once meant the world to me

If only I wasn't color blind

Maybe I could see

She hid behind the color line and cursed me silently

As I smiled

Wild and benign to the purpose in her rhyme

I thought I had seen it

Her will bent only to her make-believe

My truth was not the root

Her future was brown not blue

And my needs were sight unseen

Her Blue was a hue

Too perfect for me

My only sin was that I couldn’t see

Someone Blue, once meant the world to me.

Copyright © PureReniassance 2010

Def Poetry Jam Ensemble

Here at XpressionFruit.com it is my joy that I share with you true Spoken Word.  Russell Simmons has done justice to an age old art.  Spoken Word is a timeless tool of Love, Dissent, Revolution, Anger, Sadness and the list goes on.  For many, the right verbs from the right voice will send troops into war or send lovers into the bedroom.  Def Poetry Jam has given this art a national platform and often, XpressionFruit.com will celebrate that platform by sharing some of the best.  Please, enjoy.

"Our biggest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure."  This poem is powerful beyond measure.  I will say no more and let the piece speak for itself.  This is a XpressionFruit favorite.





Another beautiful piece...




I conclude this weeks Def Poetry Jam recap with GEMINI.  A True Warrior Poet.  LISTEN.  LISTEN.  LISTEN.

Introducing... Taalam Acey

Let me think, hmmmm..?  There are people that just set the standard that us mere mortals sometimes strive to reach.  You have Tiger Woods to the number of felonious affairs. Fiddy Cent to the number of times he can reference being shot in one rap to sell a record. Wacka Flocka to THE absolute worst stage name in the entire history of entertainment. 

Now really, these standards no one really cares for.  But however the man featured below is the Michael Jordan of the Mic.  He is the male version of Jilly from Philly.  Put it like this, here is a quote from his second piece. ( And you must hear both.  After the first one he comes right back to stay tuned and just watch. )

Taalam Acey FREESTYLE
" After I undress and lay down, I am going to whisper poems in your ear, at frequencies so beautiful, only your clitoris can hear"

OH MM Geee!  If I can be 1/3rd of the poet and wordsmith that Talaam Acey I will be very successful.

So with no further ado, Introducing - Taalam Acey