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APRIL WRITE 2013 – Day 5 – Freaky Friday Erotica

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Welcome to Day 5 – April Write 2013: a new era begins
So, it’s time to get your ‘groove thing on’, as today is the first of our Freaky Fridays.

It gives me such honour and delight to introduce our Day 5 Guest Host – 
Slaine Montmont aka Sistarmama.

Slaine is a creative healer in the pure sense of the word and has been sharing her love for self and others for many years in a number of different but interrelated forms. Her body of work is about healing, connecting, expression and learning and tasting new experiences with real human beings. Honouring her gift and being inspired by others over the years, she strives to share her overstanding, to heal, to connect, to be playful and to just have fun. 

Today’s Topic is based on one of Slaine’s pages: Black Erotic Lovers Not Fighters

http://youtu.be/fn4i8bAfnMY (Marvin Gaye – Sexual Healing)

So sit back and listen to what Slaine aptly describes as baby making music and be inspired while you read the first of her two posts for today.

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  1. Slaine Montmont says…

    “Free up yourself and have some fun, maybe step into actor mode, step out of yourself and just let the words flow though you. From your soul, to head, to hand, thought pen to paper.”

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  2. Slaine Montmont © April 2013

    In this first piece I wrote to express mental health unhealthy love. The sister had mental health issues and so did her ex man, but she did not know he had mental health issues. This is part one of their story.

    My man will not make love to me any more
    Too tired to late wrong time right time wrong location
    Premature ejaculation king kiss teeth
    Do you know what time it is
    My man will not make love to me any more
    No fun no playfulness no shittttttttt
    He just wants to f*** me then f*** off
    Kiss my neck back is you fi real
    My man will not make love to me any more
    I fill my daze with distraction and my nights
    I use my hand to be playful with myself
    a wha mi look like kiss teeth again
    My man will not make love to me any more
    i cry and cry as my soul is broken I crave
    His attention but my man will still not make love to me any more
    What di rassssssssssssssssss a gwan
    My man will not make love to me any more
    I as a brother man for advice
    and that say what da f*** what happen you man blind
    I am all that and some but I still am not getting mine
    What to do what to do I am feeling sooooooooooo blue
    On the way to work I catch di eye of another brother
    We play that dance you know the pre courtship glances and look away quick
    Flirting my ass off as its been so long I have not had that brown skin love
    My new man heals me with his touch revives me with a smile
    And honours me with his presents and essence when i need him the most
    Daily weekly for ever and ever more amen
    Its been a while since I saw my ex walk or talked with him
    But I walked away with another butttttttttt a small small piece of my heart still lies else where.
    with the ebb and flow of life I moved on and delight on the new exciting but still wonder why my man still did not make love to me anymore.

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  3. Karen Stally © April 2013

    Warrior Chief

    He brings the rhythm
    And I bring the poetry
    Moves like the water
    Washing all over me
    I bring the vision
    He brings the canopy
    Coat of many colours
    Washing all over me

    © Zuwa 2013

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  4. Slaine Montmont – © April 2013

    Are you my

    are you my protector king
    are you my lover king
    are you my mystic king
    are you my leader king
    are you my shadow king
    are you my soldier king
    are you my dr king
    are you my shoulder to learn on king
    are you my man lover partner husband king
    are you my ladle in my dutch pot king
    are you the handle of my massette king
    are you mine and our sons goal and role model king
    are you the manhood our daughter will learn from and look for when its her time to be a women and make her own family king

    are you the dip in the small of my back king
    are you my everything but still give me time and space to be me king

    then i am all the light you need, women mother goddess will allow you to lead and step up when i need to king as i am a true reflection of you king you can place your sandals out side my hut any time king

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  5. Marina Bayley © April 2013

    It begins as it ends
    She looks at him
    He smiles
    A small glint in his eye
    She blinks
    He surrenders
    She smiles
    He remembers
    Smell
    Taste
    Touch
    Hand extended
    Breath rescinded
    Connected souls
    Automatic control
    Body transcends
    She looks at him
    He smiles
    A small glint in his eye
    She blinks
    He surrenders

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  6. Part two by our guest host Slaine Montmont © April 2013

    Part 2 :Different endings
    My man will not make love to me any more
    Too tired to late wrong time right time wrong location
    Premature ejaculation king kiss teeth
    Do you know what time it is
    My man will not make love to me any more
    No fun no playfulness no shittttttttt
    He just wants to f*** me then f*** off
    Kiss my neck back is you fi real
    My man will not make love to me any more
    I fill my days with distraction and my nights
    I use my hand to be playful with myself
    a wau mi look like kiss teeth again
    My man will not make love to me any more
    i cry and cry as my soul is broken I crave
    His attention but my man will still not make love to me any more
    What di rassssssssssssssssss a gwan
    My man will not make love to me any more
    I as a brother man for advice
    And that say what da f*** what happen you man blind
    I am all that and some but I still am not getting mine
    What to do what to do I am feeling sooooooooooo blue
    My man will not make love to me any more
    My king my life my our world
    ‘wat wrong wid you?’
    Don’t you want me anymore?
    Are you sick?
    Are you ill?
    Like a kick in the head it struck me
    Maybe my man is mental like me
    Like attacks like I know your face I am you and you are me
    Blackman,
    African-man,
    Nubian-man
    By its wordpower rightful name is strong and tall
    Bright as a light did not have the words to share with me
    Time he needs a shoulder a breast a loving caring hand to lean as he gets
    Too tired of the load the road he has to travel down too from time to time
    He knows his history and the load that is on his shoulders
    35 years later and children grown up, Grandchildren rising up too
    I turn to my Nubian without words and say in my mind without breaking eye contact
    Is it good being you baby
    Beloved love with words he says oooooooo yes
    Bless you for fighting for us, them me
    Black warrior Sistar, soul mate, queen, goddess

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  7. Zita Holbourne © April 2013

    UNCONVENTIONAL LOVE

    Too little too late to start over again
    But as I look at you I remember when
    We first connected not sexually
    But mentally and spiritually

    You were my thesaurus and I your encyclopaedia
    I was your audience and you my multi media
    You conquered by phobias and I your fears
    I eased your sorrow and you shed my tears

    You taught me how to love myself
    I taught you in self-respect there‘s a wealth
    You stimulated my mind
    When you were lost I was your find

    You caressed my soul
    I became your goal
    You understood my position
    I overstood your vision

    You were my laughter
    I was your happily ever after
    You were my smile
    I was your style

    You took me up when I was standing still
    I was your determination when you lost your will
    You caught me when I thought I was falling
    I came to you before I heard you calling

    You start a sentence and I finish it off
    I give you water before you even cough
    You bless me before I even sneeze
    I am the door to your keys

    We were fine until it became sexual
    That’s when we stopped acting natural
    That’s when the rules all changed
    And everything we had connected got rearranged

    It should have been beautiful
    We were supposed to be invincible
    But we were sexually incompatible
    And everything else became impossible

    All that we had done became undone
    Our two could no longer be one
    Perhaps if we had stayed best friends
    This wouldn’t be how it ends

    But society dictates that we must conform
    To a false version of what is norm
    We fell into the trap of how it’s supposed to be
    Instead of simply focusing on you and me

    Recognising that what we had was more than enough
    And embracing our unconventional love

    Zita Holbourne, Poet~Artist~Activist, AprilWrite 2013 Day 5

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  8. Debbie Golt © April 2013

    Here is the poem from 2010 – it is the 3rd of a trilogy written at different stages of a short relationship breaking up – this one was synergy/denouement recovery . …

    A New Landscape

    It’s over a year since
    It’s a season since
    It’s a month since
    It’s a day since
    I

    I looked at myself in the mirror
    And told myself
    I could
    I smiled

    Since I made love alongside
    Since I had an intimate conversation with
    Since I realised I’m finally over
    Since I thought of
    You

    I looked at myself in the mirror and I
    Caressed my loveliness
    I put my hands in front of me
    And they looked like a mimer’s wall
    I melted it and I
    Swam through it
    I smiled

    It’s a minute since I
    Smiled
    I welcome a new day
    I welcome abundance
    Wealth, happiness
    From expected and
    Unexpected
    Sources

    I rejoice in opportunity
    The sun is shining
    The clocks go forward
    I have the illusion
    Of a longer brighter day
    The reality of a
    Lighter
    Evening

    We are all given the same
    Gift
    Seven days every week
    Twenty four hours each day
    Each second a new landscape

    © Debbie Golt April 2010

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  9. Debbie Golt © April 2013

    Here we go the new one: A bit off piste, however this is what came to me Marvin Gaye Sexual Healing as the trigger for a new poem, day 5

    If ever there was an irrefutable argument for outlawing gun possession
    Look no further than Marvin Gaye
    If ever there is any question of the destructive nature of possessive love
    Or the havoc beyond the revenge of divorce
    Look no further than Marvin Gaye
    If ever temptation threatens to outweigh caution
    Or thrill pulsing through veins challenges the dangers of anger fuelled by cocaine
    Look no further than Marvin Gaye

    To find the finest expression of higher love, the most sensual persuasion a man can offer a woman
    Look no further than Marvin Gaye
    To understand what the stealing of the finest fighters for civil rights, for human rights, for dignity means
    Look no further than Marvin Gaye
    To see where fighting for rights and emotional healing meet
    Look no further than Marvin Gaye
    To experience art as the pulse of the movement, the expression of the rising tide
    As the unwinding of tension, the awakening of the senses, the unison of lyrics, music and style
    Look no further than Marvin Gaye

    Contradictions, Valedictions, No smoke without fire
    Aries hothead, Aries warm heart, heat of passion
    It can go either way
    Look no further than Marvin Gaye

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  10. Alicia Patterson © April 2013

    Coffee and Tea

    Stimulate me
    like
    Coffee and Tea

    Stimulate me
    like
    Coffee and Tea

    Serve me up
    Rub me down

    Treat me like a lady with a crown

    With your hands
    Your eyes
    And even
    Your mind

    Stimulate me

    With your wisdom
    Even your time

    Like Coffee and Tea
    Take slow sips of me

    I am steaming
    I am black
    I am soothing
    I am packed

    Full of nutrients

    For your mind
    For your soul
    For your body

    But in return
    I ask
    For stimulation of
    All of me

    With warmth
    And protection

    Keep me wide open
    And ready for the next

    Time
    To get stimulated

    Like Coffee and Tea

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  11. Lana Joseph © April 2013

    Play Time!
    ~Golden Throne~
    “By LJ”

    I watch
    he’s ravenous
    staring smiles
    succulent release
    STOP!

    Kneel down
    your turn
    speak not
    probing tongue
    no hurries
    whisper Okay
    STOP!

    Play time
    golden throne
    dirty attack
    seducing lips
    watch attentively
    bleeding fantasy
    cum here
    STOP!

    Do that again!

    Copyright © 2013-13-04 LJ
    N69321960-LJ-QADJS
    All Rights Reserved. https://www.facebook.com/notes/lana-joseph/play-time-golden-throne-by-lj-1330/458211507594831

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  12. Donna Parkinson © April 2013

    ‘Pandemonium in my panties’

    There’s pandemonium in my panties,
    They are exploding,
    Overloading,
    With nectar,
    The sweet scent of arousal is our connector,
    You feel me?
    Can you heal me?
    Can you soothe my panties?
    Up the antes,
    And free my wings,
    My pandemonium rings,
    From the depths of my thong,
    This can’t be wrong,
    The feelings are too strong,
    My panties are Chaotic,
    My scent exotic,
    I hunger you like a narcotic,
    Feed my panties,
    Quiet my fancies,
    For I long to be sated,
    From the pandemonium you have created,
    My panties can take no more pressure,
    This pandemonium is fresher,
    Than the morning dew,
    Free me; I need you!

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