FORMERLY KNOWN ON BP AS.....BLACQUEFIRE.
THE FIRE STILL BURNS WITH UNBRIDLED FEROCITY...........I'M ALSO ON <TAGGED.COM> UNDER "BLACQUEFIRE".
I WON'T BORE YOU WITH A PAGE LONG DIATRIBE ABOUT MYSELF. PEOPLE'S EYES TEND TO GLAZE OVER AFTER THE THIRD LINE. I KNOW MOST OF YOU LIKE PICTURES AND MUSIC. SOME OF YOU EVEN LIKE POETRY SO I'LL TRY TO KEEP IT.......... INTERESTING, TO SAY THE LEAST. HERE ARE THE BASICS ABOUT ME:
5'11"
195 LBS
BROWN EYES
BLACK HAIR (WITH A LITTLE BIT OF GRAY)
HUGE STEELERS FAN (SINCE 1972)
HUGE LAKERS FAN (SINCE 1976)
I KNOW SOME OF YOU MIGHT BE THINKING "THAT'S NOT A LOT TO GO ON. BUT " BELIEVE ME, THERE IS MUCH MORE, YOU JUST HAVE TO BE WILLING TO MAKE THE EFFORT TO FIND OUT. IF YOU DON'T, NO HARM NO FOUL I WON'T HOLD IT AGAINST YOU. HOWEVER, FOR THOSE THAT DO............................ ...................
HER
Silken tresses of a midnight hue, an ebony cascading waterfall turned to liquid darkness by the setting sun, soft as angel wings and radiant with starlight
Slowly stroking it's softness, I reach beneath it to reveal the face of HER in all of it's breathtaking beauty
Eyes of glittering topaz and again of dark wanting, glinting with mischief and filled with wicked promise
Lips, lush and moist, tantalizing and beckoning, drawing me closer, urging me to lose myself in their hypnotic redness
Craving their sweetness, savoring the heady rush of anticipation and desire that flows over me
Gently I taste her and then with mounting eagerness, I drink deeply of her, filling myself with all that she is and all that she has to offer
Reluctantly, my own lips pull away only to fasten with lustfull insistence on the soft underside of her throat, fanning her smoldering heat to flame
Greedily my hands roam her body, caressing her smooth shoulders
Fingers trailing up and down her sides before moving up to catch her breasts, my thumbs lightly stroking her hardening nipples
Moans and whimpers unbidden, rise in her throat as she pulls me downward, guiding me to her moist heat instinctively as only a woman impassioned can
Tasting the cinammon-honeyed sweetness of her, tongue trailing fire over her throat and swirling around the twin mounds of her ample bounty, moans and passion escalating in our journey towards oneness
Moving lower still to her satiny inner thighs with soft, wet kisses; feeling her heat warm against my face, I linger for several delicious moments, inhaling her intoxicating scent
Parting the folds of her ever so delicately, I ravish her inch by succulent inch, feeling her quiver with the force of her desire
Her hips undulating, her body writhing, she soars to the pinnacle of rapture, only to descend and rise again and again to ecstacy's highest peak
At long last, passion ebbs and our journey ends in blissful contentment
Sated and weary, our eyes meet and in that timeless moment we are one
Mind, body, and spirit joined in that mystical way of man and woman, of friends and lovers, of soulmates.
Forbidden Fruit
Forbidden are you in so many ways
Forbidden, though I long for you day after day
Forbidden are thoughts of you and I locked in passion's embrace
Forbidden is the delicate curve of your throat that with a feather light touch I would trace
Forbidden is the honey sweet nectar of your lips that I long to taste
Forbidden is the sultry look of arousal gleaming in your eyes and suffusing your beautiful face
Forbidden is the lush fullness of your breasts that would be plundered with a starving man's haste
Forbidden are the tremors of anticipation as fingers caress the curves of your waist
Forbidden is your ever increasing moistness as a tongue traces your silky inner thighs
Forbidden is the heat emanating from your core as your legs are slowly parted wide
Forbidden are the soft cries of need and want that you try to stifle in vain
Forbidden is the heady sensation of building thunder as the moment nears of falling rain
Forbidden is the sense of joining mind, body, and soul in ecstacy's fufillment
Forbidden is glow of aftermath as we lay, passions spent
Forbidden you seem to be, yet to the mind's eye you are not
Perhaps these pleasures will be savored when Fate chooses its spot
To many, Forbidden is bitter and beyond all reach
For myself, however; Forbidden is not only obtainable, but so very sweet
