Forecast Is 50 degrees
And raining. Love is being
Made. But first it start
From the touch, and the
Kissing to only proceed
Into peeling of the clothes.
Starting with the unbuttoning
Of your shirt, the unfastening of
your Bra strap.. Gently, Caressing
You & massaging your breasts.
Taking my tongue and placing
It upon the tip of your breasts/nipples...
Licking down your imaginary line
Going up and down your imaginary
With the tip of my tongue.. Unbutton,
Your jeans. Pulling down your jeans slowly!
To the point, where you just wearing
Nothing @ the top and a string that
So happen to start with a G! Mmm, Mmm
As we trade places ... Now your on top
Looking down at me, kissing me.. Taking
Off my shirt... Licking down my imaginary
Line.. Taking off my basketball shorts.
No boxers on, just all rising skin.. Quick
Hand Job.. Mmm, as a quick moan erupt.
No teeth, just jaws and tongue. Baby, Let
Me join that party.. Put it in reverse and park
It among my face.. Let My Tip of my tongue in. Let me experience first hand what water
Taste like.
Trading Place, turn over and bend
Over in front of me. Starting off
Slowly, penetrating moving with
Flow of the ocean.. The wetter you
Get the faster I proceed.. Hitting every
Spot passionately.. Looking you dead in
Your eyes as I'm making love to you..
[ Windshield, wiping] Zave, are you
There? Yeah Man, I just had one of
The weirdest dream ever.. I was saying
That it look like old girl has some good
Loving... Ha Ha, you silly my dawg!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Special Delivery {Roses}
Special Delivery, Flowers are sent
special letter reads. Just because
you were on my mind! It's not a special
occasions just rewarding you for being
a hell of a women. A reward for being a
role model to the rest of these women...
for leading me to Love, for being supportive
devoted to your man.. These roses are for you
Its not a minute that I don't th1nk of you, I wandering
what you doing at this very second. Smell these
roses and I guarantee they will remind you so much
of me.. Wasn't sure what color your preferred so instead
I bought you a combination of all colors.. Starting with
red it symbolize the Love between us both, Pink symbolizes
the unity between the both, the yellow symbolizes the mutual
and sweetness of you as a women.. Your taste, and your smell..
Mmmmmmm, I swear girl You are one hell of a women. The
White symbolizes the angel that's embedded in your soul!
You are engrave in diamond stone, but your karats are
priceless cause no one would never be able to top what
you sold.. More than just real estate, more than any
taxes to be claim.. You are priceless and for that these
roses today are sent in role of my soul. I sent roses
cause I thought your day could of been a little brighter,
I sent roses cause I thought today you needed a reason
to smile, I sent roses because I honestly wanted you
to brag to your girls to let them know what your man
bought you! Believe it or not, you was going to do that
any ways and they was going to asked you if he had any
brothers or friends that resemble him? It's not many
we spreaded out someone across the seas.. But don't
worry cause this reason are made special just for you
this evening!
W R I T T E N B Y: P O E T R Y. X Z A v I E R .J O N E S
S T O R Y T O L D B Y : P O E T RY. X Z A v I E R. J O N E S
special letter reads. Just because
you were on my mind! It's not a special
occasions just rewarding you for being
a hell of a women. A reward for being a
role model to the rest of these women...
for leading me to Love, for being supportive
devoted to your man.. These roses are for you
Its not a minute that I don't th1nk of you, I wandering
what you doing at this very second. Smell these
roses and I guarantee they will remind you so much
of me.. Wasn't sure what color your preferred so instead
I bought you a combination of all colors.. Starting with
red it symbolize the Love between us both, Pink symbolizes
the unity between the both, the yellow symbolizes the mutual
and sweetness of you as a women.. Your taste, and your smell..
Mmmmmmm, I swear girl You are one hell of a women. The
White symbolizes the angel that's embedded in your soul!
You are engrave in diamond stone, but your karats are
priceless cause no one would never be able to top what
you sold.. More than just real estate, more than any
taxes to be claim.. You are priceless and for that these
roses today are sent in role of my soul. I sent roses
cause I thought your day could of been a little brighter,
I sent roses cause I thought today you needed a reason
to smile, I sent roses because I honestly wanted you
to brag to your girls to let them know what your man
bought you! Believe it or not, you was going to do that
any ways and they was going to asked you if he had any
brothers or friends that resemble him? It's not many
we spreaded out someone across the seas.. But don't
worry cause this reason are made special just for you
this evening!
W R I T T E N B Y: P O E T R Y. X Z A v I E R .J O N E S
S T O R Y T O L D B Y : P O E T RY. X Z A v I E R. J O N E S
Rein carNation.. Of Times Old PT 2
As I rise from the heavens
Of second Life, reincarnation.
A review of the future. Rebirth
Of a Second life to live, A different
World.. I mean A different religion;
I'm revised, renamed, and Maybe even
A different fame.
Rising From The heavens
With dirt and dust cluttering
My brain.. Re learning the facts
Of life, I'm spiritual religion
Birth Name " Poetry. XzaVier."
Reincarnation of Poetry.Jones
And that's written! I'm venting;
Renewing My Thought Process
I'm intellectual stable, God willing..
Blinking, I'm in remembrance trying
To re figure who I was of old.
Trying to re establish the person
I once was before............ I'm
Amnesia, No I'm just reborn..
Year is 2056 I'm a 4 month year
Little boy with a vision of becoming
Who I once was. But today I'm Poetry.
XzaVier
W R I T T E N B Y : P O E T R Y . J O N ES
S T O R Y B Y: P O E T R Y. J O N ES
Of second Life, reincarnation.
A review of the future. Rebirth
Of a Second life to live, A different
World.. I mean A different religion;
I'm revised, renamed, and Maybe even
A different fame.
Rising From The heavens
With dirt and dust cluttering
My brain.. Re learning the facts
Of life, I'm spiritual religion
Birth Name " Poetry. XzaVier."
Reincarnation of Poetry.Jones
And that's written! I'm venting;
Renewing My Thought Process
I'm intellectual stable, God willing..
Blinking, I'm in remembrance trying
To re figure who I was of old.
Trying to re establish the person
I once was before............ I'm
Amnesia, No I'm just reborn..
Year is 2056 I'm a 4 month year
Little boy with a vision of becoming
Who I once was. But today I'm Poetry.
XzaVier
W R I T T E N B Y : P O E T R Y . J O N ES
S T O R Y B Y: P O E T R Y. J O N ES
Antipated Fear & Death of Poetry.Jones Share
I'm visual for the sake of you lord, I tend to some times
question why you do this and why you do that.
But I also understand you wouldn't closed one door
and not open another door. Lord I want to thank you
for the creation of life, I thank you Lord for the creation of
light. Lord I thank you for the sake of you dying on the cross
for our sins lord I appreciate the many blessing that you have
gave me... I tend to write from the blessing of you, I tend to
have the blessing that I have from the blessing of you..
But although people tend to forget where they blessing comes
From . I'm never ashamed to reach down and bow my head for the
sake of your help Lord!
You Know We All Came From a Women,
But Can You Imagine me Laying Across The
Cross Dying for The sins You & I Commit. Them
spreading me out to proceed to hang me from a cross,
Can you imagine that? Anticipate my death for a moment
think deep, who would be there to mourn me, who would be there
to help me for the sins I committed because God Only know I have
sin in the past. Put me in the seat God looking down upon the
creation I built, me having to commit to so many people blessings and
answers and deaths.. see me as a busy man... because I am the creator
of life. Can you Imagine That?
{ The Death}
'If Death was to come upon
me today, who would I be
the guardian angel of. Could
It be my son, parents, family
or friends.Its hard to
say because I'm not the one
to lie until the time is right!
Death upon me, who would be
there to mourn, I'm not
sure; but I want to say
parents, child, family
and then friends! But
as they staring down giving
the remembering of what they
knew me as.
{Mourner,}" saying, known as a poetic
view of life, the laughter
of one group; the founder
of one son"...
The sympathy cards What
would they say? who would
sign, or would be apart
of grievance signs, who
would carry the dead
weight of my remains?
Would I Be made as a t-shirt
would I truly be missed, by
the love ones, who would applaud
the death of I? I watch my
death as being a sight to be
seen when my time come to
a departure.
The life, I live have been pretty
much fair, I have sin. But I'm
only human, No one in this life
have never been consider as perfect.
Life, we can't understand salvation without understanding sin.
But Otherwise, we couldn't answer what we we're saved from.
Sin is when we do something that is wrong and don't pertain to him
Sin are also when you dis obey the Bible. God is sinless, and He will
not tolerate sin. Prior to Adam and Eve's sin, Their relationship with
God was great as matter of fact they walked and they talk to him.
But the sin they committed put a wedge in their relationship with God
and that cast them into the Spiritual of Darkness .
We are inclined to sin, realizing That I'm only human; mistake are being
made and taking place as we doing them. Realizing in God's eyes is not
the right thing to do to gain a relationship with him, He know you human
because he's the one who made you, But sinning, and you know the different
between right and wrong. All of us are separated from God and need to filled
the gap if we are to have a relationship with him, which He intended from the beginning. Because of the
sin Adam and Eve they had to be clothes from the skin of dead animals if God was going to do this, the
shedding of blood and shedding to cover human sin.
"In This Poem I may be dead, but as I
continued to grow, I have always been
the angel to my peers."
God send his own son to be the final sacrifice for the sin.
WRITTEN BY: Poetry.Jones
Story Told By: Poetry.Jones
question why you do this and why you do that.
But I also understand you wouldn't closed one door
and not open another door. Lord I want to thank you
for the creation of life, I thank you Lord for the creation of
light. Lord I thank you for the sake of you dying on the cross
for our sins lord I appreciate the many blessing that you have
gave me... I tend to write from the blessing of you, I tend to
have the blessing that I have from the blessing of you..
But although people tend to forget where they blessing comes
From . I'm never ashamed to reach down and bow my head for the
sake of your help Lord!
You Know We All Came From a Women,
But Can You Imagine me Laying Across The
Cross Dying for The sins You & I Commit. Them
spreading me out to proceed to hang me from a cross,
Can you imagine that? Anticipate my death for a moment
think deep, who would be there to mourn me, who would be there
to help me for the sins I committed because God Only know I have
sin in the past. Put me in the seat God looking down upon the
creation I built, me having to commit to so many people blessings and
answers and deaths.. see me as a busy man... because I am the creator
of life. Can you Imagine That?
{ The Death}
'If Death was to come upon
me today, who would I be
the guardian angel of. Could
It be my son, parents, family
or friends.Its hard to
say because I'm not the one
to lie until the time is right!
Death upon me, who would be
there to mourn, I'm not
sure; but I want to say
parents, child, family
and then friends! But
as they staring down giving
the remembering of what they
knew me as.
{Mourner,}" saying, known as a poetic
view of life, the laughter
of one group; the founder
of one son"...
The sympathy cards What
would they say? who would
sign, or would be apart
of grievance signs, who
would carry the dead
weight of my remains?
Would I Be made as a t-shirt
would I truly be missed, by
the love ones, who would applaud
the death of I? I watch my
death as being a sight to be
seen when my time come to
a departure.
The life, I live have been pretty
much fair, I have sin. But I'm
only human, No one in this life
have never been consider as perfect.
Life, we can't understand salvation without understanding sin.
But Otherwise, we couldn't answer what we we're saved from.
Sin is when we do something that is wrong and don't pertain to him
Sin are also when you dis obey the Bible. God is sinless, and He will
not tolerate sin. Prior to Adam and Eve's sin, Their relationship with
God was great as matter of fact they walked and they talk to him.
But the sin they committed put a wedge in their relationship with God
and that cast them into the Spiritual of Darkness .
We are inclined to sin, realizing That I'm only human; mistake are being
made and taking place as we doing them. Realizing in God's eyes is not
the right thing to do to gain a relationship with him, He know you human
because he's the one who made you, But sinning, and you know the different
between right and wrong. All of us are separated from God and need to filled
the gap if we are to have a relationship with him, which He intended from the beginning. Because of the
sin Adam and Eve they had to be clothes from the skin of dead animals if God was going to do this, the
shedding of blood and shedding to cover human sin.
"In This Poem I may be dead, but as I
continued to grow, I have always been
the angel to my peers."
God send his own son to be the final sacrifice for the sin.
WRITTEN BY: Poetry.Jones
Story Told By: Poetry.Jones
Images of { LOVE, PASSION, & ART}
Although you may see
images of who I am on
the outside, but open
the pages up and get to
know me from the inside!
I tend to think differently
from the usual, but look
at me as being the after thought
of Langston Hughes, as matter
fact just look at me as being
the reincarinated images of Langston..
But the intelligence of Einstein, with
the blessing & passion to write.. I
no longer want to hide from the
world.. I honestly want the world
to be able to view me from the
blessings of this art, such beautiful
imaginative words written together in
the form of my creation. 23 years young
with such a old fashioned way of thinking.
It's thinking, but it's a critical way of
thinking. You thinking, Creative Writing,
Epitome Of Literature. Venting
Therapy, releasing my images On to paper...
Its written, Poetry.Written.. No beat,
just a INSTRUMENTAL vision.
It's sex, but no foreplay.. no certain
movement.. Just written, making love
using my mind, my imagination.. Using
every verb diligently.." You thinking, It's
amazing how he can turn me on"? With
such a imaginative vision, I'm picturing..
I mean I'm only imaging with a strong vision..
Wouldn't that be a hell of a vision? Wouldn't
that be a hell of a orgasm? You sucking on
a big word, me eating up the definition
of the word... Me turning back around to
only do the opposite.. [Mouthful} Creating
rhythm, but you still intrigue by intellectual
verb play... But My spirits are written,
their powerful and soulful.. It's like riding down
the streets of PHILLY, BROTHERLY LOVE very
soothing ..
Writing about love free my soul
It let me used my own imagination
on how love she be, It let me act
out my love scene the way it should
be... It's reality, but Martin Luther
King Made most dream into a reality..
Me personally want to bring love back
to its form of reality... It's no actors
included, just my eyes closed and my
mind flowing but this gift of course
comes from art of one mind and the
blessing of One God.
W R I T T E N B Y : P O E T R Y. J O N E S
S T O R Y B Y : P O E T R Y . J O N E S
images of who I am on
the outside, but open
the pages up and get to
know me from the inside!
I tend to think differently
from the usual, but look
at me as being the after thought
of Langston Hughes, as matter
fact just look at me as being
the reincarinated images of Langston..
But the intelligence of Einstein, with
the blessing & passion to write.. I
no longer want to hide from the
world.. I honestly want the world
to be able to view me from the
blessings of this art, such beautiful
imaginative words written together in
the form of my creation. 23 years young
with such a old fashioned way of thinking.
It's thinking, but it's a critical way of
thinking. You thinking, Creative Writing,
Epitome Of Literature. Venting
Therapy, releasing my images On to paper...
Its written, Poetry.Written.. No beat,
just a INSTRUMENTAL vision.
It's sex, but no foreplay.. no certain
movement.. Just written, making love
using my mind, my imagination.. Using
every verb diligently.." You thinking, It's
amazing how he can turn me on"? With
such a imaginative vision, I'm picturing..
I mean I'm only imaging with a strong vision..
Wouldn't that be a hell of a vision? Wouldn't
that be a hell of a orgasm? You sucking on
a big word, me eating up the definition
of the word... Me turning back around to
only do the opposite.. [Mouthful} Creating
rhythm, but you still intrigue by intellectual
verb play... But My spirits are written,
their powerful and soulful.. It's like riding down
the streets of PHILLY, BROTHERLY LOVE very
soothing ..
Writing about love free my soul
It let me used my own imagination
on how love she be, It let me act
out my love scene the way it should
be... It's reality, but Martin Luther
King Made most dream into a reality..
Me personally want to bring love back
to its form of reality... It's no actors
included, just my eyes closed and my
mind flowing but this gift of course
comes from art of one mind and the
blessing of One God.
W R I T T E N B Y : P O E T R Y. J O N E S
S T O R Y B Y : P O E T R Y . J O N E S
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