Then, I Met Her….

Then, I Met Her….

The rain came before the sun. The umbrella, I placed over my head didn’t prevent me from being drenched. The storm was a message, we really wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. We fought until we spoke the same language. We shared until it became natural. We hugged and kissed until we were pros. We ask hard questions expecting honest answers. We searched for where we related together. We never pretend we didn’t disagree, we expressed it. Sometimes we had to retreat to our corners, other times we stood in the middle of the ring and traded punches. I thought, I was protected by the umbrella over my head but I was drenched. She came from out of nowhere; clear skies, one gray cloud, then the whole world went black. My heart pumped, frustration became a normal emotion, but the greatest Love was somehow being built. She didn’t want my compassion, she wanted my truth. She didn’t shy away from my mind, she just challenged it to open up further. It was raw from the beginning until one day we were cooked. All of our truths on the table, we were ready to dine for a lifetime. Then, the sun came out….

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Sex Gives Birth To Love….

Sex Gives Birth To Love….

​You put each of my fingers in between yours and pulled me closer to your backside. I felt your heart beating on mine and it aroused my imagination. I kissed the back of your neck, just to watch you smile but instead you laughed in excitement. You turned to feel my lips on yours, I met you halfway, and you sparked a passion in me that started a fire. I rose, you moistened, and we became one. Pumping affection, I exploded. Being so effective, you imploded. We created life, gave birth to Love, and strengthened our Union….

~AzizBrown~

I Love Her….

I Love Her….

​Her chest elevates, she inhales, I smell her exhale. I Love her so much. As she sleeps, I watch her, tempted to wake her up, but the peace of her state is that of a country side being lit by the sun. She weakens me to a strength I have never been lifted to. I am so scared of being dropped, that I am only this vulnerable with her eyes close. Once they open, i play this masculine hard rock which softens to her touch. She has removed my hard shell, I am ready to blow or pop; knocked to one knee, stealing one of her hands, and placing my heart on her finger. I Love her ….her chest elevates again, I take a deep breath, pull her closer to me, and close my eyes, cuddled in my forever….
~AzizBrown~

Making Music….

Making Music….

​Your eyes roll in your head, playing your instrument,  until the concert ends. Drops of sweat pour from your face, the moment slows, you sing pleasurable tones, moaning into the mic. My fingers stroking each string, producing music, which blend with your vocals; cord after cord means more and more, we connect as one band, the crowd explodes. We take a bow….our intimacy will link us for life, we have made history.  
~AzizBrown~