Coitus

#disclaimer: this is not a true story and it isn't about me either, just to be clear


Coitus
by Delroy Nesta Williams

Standing there, nervous as she kissed my chest and neck

Lightning across my body, I stood erect
Stripping me of all my garments
Inhaled to take in her cocoa butter smell
That dark chocolate hue from head to toe
Running my hands all over
Those nipples supple yet stiff
Standing firm upon mounds of joy
Reminded me of a Julie mango on a hot summer’s day
All the juices running between my fingers
Then she asks me to kiss her clit
I bowed down to salute between her thighs
Like a seal, I just nosedived
Her body reacted, tsunami waves
She’s quaking… tremors all over
Her face reddening like Mars’ surface
Her four long limbs locking my head in place
Nails digging into the back of my head
As she moans and groans
Instrumental music of the nude
Stuck in a trance, a kind of meditation
Her body jumps then I swallow
She curls away
Not wanting my touch
Left wondering what I did wrong
The look in her eyes says different
Suddenly she jumps up, wanting me inside
I enter her gates
But with one swing of her waist
I ejaculate!

Freestyle Poetry

It's Sunday evening and I'm bored... when i get into a funk like this, I thank the Lord for the gift of the written word... so I started to write, and this is what I came up with... hope you like it:

Freestyle poetry
By Delroy Nesta Williams

Feeling like an afterthought
From priority to last in line
Banished like Romeo
And I hope you're my Juliet
Because I would kill for you
I would die for you too
Without any reservation
But like Judas Iscariot
You've back-stabbed me
Straight in my heart
And I don't think I will survive this attack
I've put all my eggs in one basket, ignoring all warnings
And everyone of them has a crack
Salmonella poisoning so death may be coming
I just wish I paid attention to the signs
But I'm hoping to heal in time
Again, this is a lesson not learnt
An avoidable event if I had only listened
But I'm stubborn, hard-headed
I've got to do it my way
Which means I take the high way
Although I'm hitchhiking
All across the world, so I'm globe-trotting
With no map, taking any direction
Like the Pygmies, feeling nomadic
Hope this doesn't end in tragedy
Because it seems like you've already walked out on me
So impatient
don't you know that love takes time
But you've broken the hourglass
I've ran the race and finished last
All that's left is a consolation prize
Thank God I enjoyed the journey
Because now that I've returned to you
You're not here to fill this void in me
I'm more than just empty
I'm a bottomless pit of anguish

Erotica

Erotica
By Delroy Nesta Williams

I want you all naked and sweaty in my bed, panting for breath

Legs on my shoulders, twisted in all kind of positions...
Look into my eyes with lust and want
Time to slam my dick into that warm, wet cunt
Let that pussy purr for me
Fingernails digging into my back
Toes curling, head tilted to the side
Riding on top of me as our bodies collide
This moist friction as my waist meets your hips
Motioning like the waves when rocking ships
A few bites to the neck to mark what's mine
I see the look in your eyes
And that sheepish kinda smile
Hands on my back massaging up and down my spine
But now it's time to change positions and let me take command
Pour some red wine out from the bottle And let me suck it from your navel
Some melted chocolate to lick off those nipples
So erect, standing at attention
Meeting my lips so my tongue can salute them
I hear you hiss and slither like a serpent in motion
Slap that ass let you know who's in control
Slowly, slowly then quicken the rhythm
And suddenly, you shudder under me
Pussy fluids flowing like a river
Turn you over let me ram you from behind
Girl, the fuck fest has just begun
Oh this definitely is not a quickie
I'm gonna enjoy this til you draw out the last drop of cum from me
One hand on your shoulder, another on your waist
Roll that ass as I enter with rhythmic pace
Take your time baby, just call out my name
Because this is a marathon not a sprint race
We've got hours to go, I'm not a one-round show
Hop up around my waist
It's time for the wheelbarrow
A bite to my chest
But never on my neck
Please don't stop what you're doing though
I can't wait for what's next
Nibble on my ear lobe
Even bite the tip of my lips
I'm cuming girl, I can no longer resist
And I explode like a mine in a war field
I'm shedding all skin like I've been cured from leprosy
Panting for breath as you lie on top of me
I hope you're ready for round two and three!

And Sometimes

By Delroy Nesta Williams

Sometimes I just want to chill, and talk with my lady, hold her in my arms till we fall asleep, wake up to her voice and soft, gentle kisses

Sometimes I want to go out, on full moon nights and see the reflection of the stars in her eyes, and let her know, “babes, we’re going to be alright!”

Sometimes I like to be driven so I can put my feet up and look at her sideways, listen to the giggles as her dimples lightens up her face

Sometimes when she’s not looking or paying attention, I close my eyes and imagine that we’re both on a deserted island and like Adam and Eve will roam the land naked and never be ashamed because together we’re simply ideal

Sometimes I wish I could just read her thoughts, I wanna know if she’s as happy as she makes me feel, because I feel just like the butterflies and even the bees, collecting nectar from all the world’s flowers to make honey for my Queen!

Sometimes I wish she could feel what I feel, because every time she’s round me I get weak in the knees, I mix up my words and can’t finish my thoughts, she got this effect on me, I’m completely in love

Sometimes I wish she could see what I see, show her how much she compliments me… how she crosses my t’s and dots my I’s, like butter for toast or peanut butter and jelly… baby, you basically complete me 

Sometimes I wish I could fly, so I could take her to Paris, France, the city of Romance so we can have dinner and dance, somewhere along the Champs-Elysees or maybe simply sip some choco-lattes at a sidewalk café

Sometimes I just want to hold her hands, tight like hands in gloves, while walking through the streets in town, let the boy on the street corner who’s whistling at her know… “Yow, she’s taken bro!”

Sometimes I want to fight, not physically but just a few choice words that get her mad at me, so we can break up and then have make up – sex. 

Sometimes, I use my lips to part her lips, sometimes fingertips but never fists... and sometimes the lips that need parting aren't found near the cheeks or in front of teeth… 

Sometimes, I wanna just go down town, let her know her man can use his tongue… and he’s not afraid to say it - he finds pleasure in kissing her clit;

Sometimes, I get this insatiable appetite but my baby knows just what her man likes, fingernail scratches and soft bites, as we make love by candlelight… yup, this feels just right!

Sometimes, I just want to walk along Mero beach or take a trip to Wotten Waven hot springs, see the excitement in her eyes when I pull her against me, whisper sweet somethings – like “baby girl, will you marry me?”

Sometimes, she kinda makes me mad, when she gets in a fit and gets on bad, but when I sit down and reflect, she’s the one who’s got my back and that can never be replaced… 

But most times, I just wanna get on my knees and praise the Lord, for he sent me an angel in human flesh and form… thanks for the lady in my life, I promise to one day soon make her my wife. 

The Evening News

It's still very raw but since I haven't posted in here in a while, I thought I would still go ahead and share it:


I’m Delroy Nesta Williams
And I’m your presenter:

This evening in the news
We’ve got leaders so bold (that)
They’ve sold their souls for gold
Forgetting those they serve,
Just fattening up their banks accounts
Skyrocketing to ridiculous amounts.
And it’s all from the public’s purse
And that’s not even the worst;
We’ve got two-faced people
Who got me needing bi-focals.
Married men who make a mockery of matrimony
And women who just seek out the alimony
Priest who touch little boys
And the churches prepared to cover up their ploys
Not to mention those who sing for their supper
The apologists and fact benders
And so words get twisted
Intentions misinterpreted
And soon everything good will be a distant memory
We’ve got boys who pretend to be thugs
Because that’s what they see in the media
Shout out Tupac and Adi cuz that’s all they hear
Claiming they’ve found themselves
But they’re just paving their way to hell
And the girls who follow them
Clinging to the hype
Like a bra that’s just too tight
And it’s all a part of the scheme
To keep us trapped in the “skin” were in
Second class in our minds
This is just a sign of the times
And suddenly they only live once
Behaving like a sow’s runt
Cast aside to eat sloppy seconds
But we’ve got the people who know better
But sit silent, afraid to disturb the status quo
Because it all works out best if those who don’t know
Stay in their ignorance.
And they wallow in pretence
That it will all work out in the end
But that’s just the hypocrisy
Of a system that wasn’t meant to help the needy
Clothe the naked or heal the sick
Just meant to seek out profit
And still in the news
We’ve got bigots who lead the people off track
Claiming to have a master plan
Oh, what the fuck is wrong with this land?
That we’ve swapped leadership qualities for popularity
And vote based on who looks pretty
Or pleasing to the eyes
A badge of honour or a cloak to disguise?
When we would trade our soul for a scholarship
And return more dunce than when we first left
The news could go on and on
But this is just a ten minute segment
So you will have to return in the morning
And hope that with the sun’s dawning
Comes answers to our questions
And relief from our plight
Everything exposed in tomorrow’s light
But prepare to be disappointed
Because it’s a tangle web we’ve weaved.

Raw Poetry; De Dominican Gift

I was speaking to my neighbour yesterday and talking to him about poetry, he is also a poet, and he said something to me that resonated and influenced my latest poem (wrote it last night). He said a poet must reflect his society and should also be able to speak for the people and about the people. In plain english, a poet should be part and parcel of his community.

So i got to thinking about my country and the hot issues of the day and this poem just glided out of the tip of my pen, off course i had to go back a few times and edit and realign the verses and so forth but i hope the final product does justice and speaks from the Dominican perspective. I also used a lot of Dominican lingo, not really the french styled creole, just our broken english.

So here it is:

De Dominican Gift
By Delroy “Nesta” Williams

Society in a rift,
Blue say is borboll
While red convince is a gift.
So much debate about de bin purchase
And who truly benefit,
Look I hear is campaign money dat trafficking,
An’ me neighbour say cocaine money dey laundering.
But as garbage bin knock down
Look fertilizer issue jump in de boxing ring,
But de poor farmer man, he eh talking
Cuz he love de handout ting.
Yes, de man love de "salt"
An’ he eh care who at fault,
Rubbish bin or fertilizer doh matter to him,
Or if de Big Man wrongly profiting
As long as is de Labour Party dat winning.

Now, Blue looking confident
But inside dey panicking,
An all de rest, dey afraid and shaking
Cuz dey know de PM cunning an’ convincing,
Too much psychology an’ philosophy.
De likle man eh understanding,
Dat wrong is wrong.
Yes, all borboll is borboll,
Whether red, blue or green
In de end is Dominica dat losing.

I cyah wait eh
For de next borboll to expose.
Yes, Boy everyday I listening.
Every morning I tune to Q,
To dat radio station, I man glue
From de moment I rise
Is Matt in de morning
An Saturday, between Me and You.
Till Election Day come and pass,
Then we go see who really win de race
And who come dead lass.

I doh care who win or lose,
Cuz it clear dey all de same
Doing de same damn ting
An one accusing de oda of cheating
But de sad thing is eh,
Dem poor people always along for de ride
Only seeing blue, green an’ red.
Boy, dey really colour mad or colour blind.
I waiting for de election meley
As society continue de rift,
Yes, dat is truly de Dominican gift…

I am the student

I saw this poem and even before i could read it entirely i fell in love with it. It says alot and i think it is very well put together, it was under a thread in Takingitglobal called raw poetry.

It feels raw too, saying things that others may be too afraid to say. The author is madeleine meyers aka waterspirte. I am also a member of Takingitglobal and you can find my profile and some of my literary work there are well.

I Am the Student

I am the student
I am the learned deceived
The dreamer not permitted to achieve
I am the disciplined kept on a leash
The one biting my tongue not licensed to speak
I am the oppressed, the tyrannized, the victimized-wishing to be free
I wish behind gates where I’ve been penalized
My age is the crime for which I’ve been institutionalized
I am the pupil
The follower, the listener
The prisoner, analyzed, corrected, improved, then approved
The taught with a thousand censored thoughts
I am the listless puppet whose limbs move wherever they aught
I am the child, the adolescent, the youth
The pet taught to be passive
If I do not heed I will face rebuke
I see the way I am supposed to see
And speak the way I am supposed to speak
I assume my position and am where I am required to be
I must be discrete not to displease
I am the slave told I am free