What's up!
Upgraded and reloaded...
So many names my aliases have aliases...
You can call me
Bo, D, PTP, NoX, Reed,
etc...
It's been a long time coming but
finally it's my time to shine. Everyone wants to know...Who is Reed
Houston??...Well here's a lil peek into the fantasy that I call
reality. Adversaries have stood against me and one by one I watched
them fall by the wayside. Here I stand, a Dirty South gentlemen,
Mississippi
raised, now hailing from
Tennessee, Memphis
to be more specific. Who am
I?...I am a father, a son, a brother, a writer, a student, a
teacher, a designer, a creator, and sometimes a comedian.
My name may
change but my flow remains the same...
Just click on the
books
Newly
Released!!!
Check out
this book by fellow author: Shalya
Raindrops against your naked skin
That's what I think about every time the rain begins
Water-trails against your Braille
Tracing you
Embracing you
The rumble of the thunder
Forces my mind to wonder
About...
Freaky premonitions
Numerous posi tions
Your body's submission
With each lightning flash I reflect on the past
Of love once made
The sounds as we laid
Of rain against the window sill
Of how our love spilled
Between the sheets
Consumed by the heat
Bodies intertwined
Yours against mine
Our bodies connected and combined
Wove together like space and time
Nothing quiet about this storm
Between the rain and our heat
The air remains warm
Then my eyes open
The daydream was too real
Wanting to call you
Needing something I can feel
With each drop
I fantasize
About that special place
Between your thighs
Made just for me
Slow grinding
No sun shining
Echoes of you calling my name
Against the sound of the pouring rain
Flash floods
Broken levees
Tender moans
Breathing heavy
Thunder claps
As our bodies roll
Stretching
Bending
Even a few folds
My eyes open again
The wet dream finally ends
Still wishin' I was the rain
Against your naked skin
Reed Houston
Copyright 2007
