I Am In Love With My Seductive Next Door Neighbor (Part 1)

I want to thank one of my followers and her name is Rakkelle and she is an extremely talented writer and she talks about topics that are very relatable to most life experiences and she is very passionate about her blog and it looks very professional. So when you get a chance if you don’t know her, you should give her blog a visit. Rakkelle gave me this idea when she commented on one of my post “Watch “Soul Food Season 2 Episode 20 This Must Be Love” on YouTube“. So I am grateful for her comment she provided in the comment section.

A dream or nightmare I can’t distinguish.

Confusing as the semen is leaking.

These erotic images keep appearing.

Practicing intense fuck sessions

but yet what is the lesson?

I’m happily married is what I believe

until I see her and she sees me.

When I say her, I’m talking about my neighbor.

Lust is a motherfucka and I’m a sucka

for lust.

Blind towards true love,

and borderline of breaking trust

like a tinted window.

Cum stains on the pillow

irritates wifey for neglecting her needs.

She see’s right through my excuses.

Me being exhausted, she not having it.

She suggest that we seek counseling

but I know what the problem is.

My wifey is no longer attractive.

The weight gain on her belly

is atrocious.

The stretch mark on the back

of her neck is prominent.

She is physically not the woman

I fell in love with

In which makes me jealous

of my sexy ass neighbors punk ass 5ft5 husband.

Jealously make my cum shots explosive

like a erupting kilauea volcano.

For months straight jerking off

on my polyester sheets and pillows

is the absence of good hardcore fucking

for the past 3 months straight

and plus my wife got rid of the spice channels.

She hates it when I watch porno.

Now, I fell in love with wifey because of the blowjobs.

My cum she swallows more than

a new employee at a correctional facility

retaining information from the warden.

My kids were more than the average women

can chew, but wifey just swallows every drop

like a restroom hand dryer.

But years ago when I first met wifey

she was so much sexier.

The curves, the softness, ivory skin, eyes metallic,

the bond between us, shit the average person

could see how cohesive it was between us.

She made me come outta my shell

like a valence electron

since my thinking was negative like

the charge of electrons.

That was a few years back

and now the sex is wack.

The mood is mundane in the bedroom.

Our sex life is doomed

but I take full responsibility

because till this day my wifey try her hardest to please me

but swallowing my cum bucket of kids

don’t mean shit after she swallows it

because her stomach fat is still visible.

And last night she got the nerve to ask me

to take her shirt off since she was hot.

I immediately lost the hardness on my cock.

I lied and I told her I was getting nauseous.

She asked me

What the issue,

you don’t fuck me like you use to

you don’t kiss me like you use to

you don’t caress me in public like you use too

you be ignoring my naughty text messages,

you refuse when I offer you back massages,

you stop asking ask for blowjobs,

I have to beg you just to finger pop,

I have to beg you to lick the cherry,

and you haven’t wrote me poems lately.

I am your lady and even though

I love you for you and sex is not the most important thing,

in marriage sex is still a priority.

I miss how you use to stroke me roughly,

I miss how you use to pull my hair,

I miss you how you use fuck me into tears,

I remember at least 2 or 3 times you fucked me

and you wouldn’t stop until the neighbors would hear

to make them jealous.

But ever since the old neighbors moved out

and the new neighbors moved in,

I noticed a difference.

You look at Brittany(The sexy next door neighbor)

the same way you use to look at me,

You smile at Brittany

the same way you use to smile at me.

I know she just moved in but

how do you act way more friendly

with her

than with your own wifey?

I want you to explain that shit to me

I know that I gained weight

but I’m trying babe to lose it

but I travel a lot during the week

and it’s for me

to find something healthy to eat.

You know I had to cancel my gym membership

to pay for my parents funeral.

Do you know what it’s like knowing

you parents died in a car accident,

the agony is beyond real.

The thoughts in my head are so unreal.

I have a lot going on and your all that I

have left and I miss how things

between us use to be.

Sexual tension and energy between us

no longer exist and each of the memories

vanish in thin air like marijuana smoke.

I miss how the tip

use to bang against my tonsils.

I miss the choke

but now I feel like my life is suffocating

and the pressure is getting stronger.

Why do you insist on treating your wife like

a stranger?

Tell me why you don’t find me attractive

no more

and I’ll try my best to fix it?

I tried to hold back my laughter but I couldn’t.

I had to cover up my honesty and told her

that “Honey it’s not you,

I’m just not feeling you…….

wait shit lol, I meant well, well.”

Lol she saw right through the bullshit.

She sucked her teeth then just hopped in the bed

and fell fast asleep.

The fucked up part was that I didn’t feel bad.

to be honest, I didn’t give fuck.

DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

1) Do you think wifey should seek counseling to save her marriage, or should she get a divorce?

2) If you had one word to describe wifey, what would say about her?

3) After reading this, do you think sex is a priority in a relationship?

4) In part 2, do you think the main character will have an affair with Brittany?

5) Is weight gain a good reason to stop having sex with your spouse?

6) Is being exhausted a good excuse for not wanting to have sex or is that a weak ass excuse and people need to learn to overcome their sleepiness since sex is a priority?

7) Give me an example of a double entendre I provided in this story?

8) How important is physical attraction in a marriage?

9) After you answer number 8, let’s say after being married for some time and you start losing the interest and physical attraction towards you spouse, will you make excuses to avoid having sex?

10) Now vice versa, let’s say your spouse lost interest in you physically, how would that make you feel, do you think that your spouse no longer being attracted to you is a good reason to not want to have sex with you, how long is going too long with out sex in marriage, and if you and your spouse both acknowledge that the marriage is a sexless one do you think professional help is necessary?

11) To maintain a good healthy sexual relationship, is oral sex necessary ?

If you have the time, I encourage all bloggers to leave a comment answering the most difficult question out of the 11 questions . If you are a blogger that’s running out of content to blog about, I encourage you to make a post answering all of the 11 questions I provided and and link it back to this post and I will reblog that post on my blog giving you a shout out and in addition I will reblog a post on your blog explaining my interest for your post and blog. I might make a whole series out of this and write all the way up to part 28. Instead of writing random poetry, I think I might just focus on this story and complete this by August. It is going to be a lot of thinking and late nights but if you really enjoyed reading this, than I might consider doing that.

Part 2 will be coming shorty

I am going to try and take blogging to the next level. I wrote so many poems and I think I deserve my recognition so I am definitely looking to connect with more people on social media so I am going to provide a few links to check out. Hell maybe one day after Avengers End Game comes out in May, I use a profile pic of my real identity lol but who knows.

Wattpad

Instagram

For bloggers that are looking to make connections meet people, you can start with me lol

Here is my About Me page and leave a comment and I will follow you back.

For bloggers that been following me, supporting me and leaving comments, from time to time I am going to through your posts and pick a favorite one of mine and reblog it explaining why I like it so much. Give me time though because I have such other things going on in life. Please forgive me for the spelling mistakes because I wrote this quick because I had to get my car fixed lol.

Valentine’s Day Poem

Watch this video first before reading the rest of this post! This is a good video to watch on Valentine’s Day!

This one is for all the bloggers on wordpress. I dedicate this poem to every blogger because it takes hardwork ,dedication, passion to blog. Blogging by any means is not easy. Staying up late night, thinking of ways to improve your blog, figuring out how to relate to bloggers, trying to be creative. Some of you may relate, but blogging can be an addiction when trying so hard relating to others. Comparing to other blogs and feeling like your blog isn’t good enough. Sometimes you want to give up blogging. Or you could be in the position where blogging is the only time you feel at peace because you are depressed in life. I read a lot of depressing, heartbroken blogs. To those of you that are miserable in life but still continue to blog, keep writing because I am here to support and provide feedback and I love your work. Never be afraid to express yourself because I always love to hear what’s in a person mind and heart. For those of you that know me, Ya know I don’t give a fuck, I wrote some of the darkest shit such as rape, murder, suicide, heartbreaks, perverted shit, sex poems, poverty, rage, and hate. I won’t lie to you, my dark poems is reality. This is the stuff that goes on in my head but you know what though, I’m not afraid to talk about it because no matter how hard my life gets, I love God and when I think of Valentine’s Day, I think of God. God is more powerful than anything.

The lord is love

Power from above

Is enough

And more powerful

than 1000 hugs.

I almost shed tears

When seeking 2 love birds

Appear

On my WordPress

Madly in love.

Marriage and relationships

Is always tough.

Times get rough.

Arguments are always guaranteed.

Sometimes we don’t always think

Before we speak.

We hurt feelings

We cause problems

But only a few create solutions

Solutions rise above

And problems fall at the bottom.

Prior to 2018,

I never gave a fuck about Valentine’s Day

But I am more mature today.

Valentine’s Day is not about money and materialistic things.

It’s about celebrating friends and family.

I am not affectionate

but I have a girlfriend and I love her dearly.

After viewing some of the lovely Valentine’s day posts

About spouses and significant others

I just want to tell Tiffanee

That I love her dearly.

I will do whatever I got to do

To protect her from everything.

I know that sounds impossible

I will damn sure make the impossible, possible.

I love you and I always will.

For my long term bloggers that been following me

Since day 1,

You know that I write some very dark shit.
I admit my mind can travel in dark places

And I can get very personal

But I have a big heart

And I love each and every one of you

For supporting me.

Ya give me the strength to write.

Ya give me the strength to fight.

Ya give me the strength to be a better poet.

Ya give me the strength to expose dark places.

In my mind.

I’m one of a kind

And one day when I shine

I will never forget my followers.

Each and every one of you deserves flowers.

For my male followers that have wives/girlfriends,

Treat your lady like

The way you want your daughter to be treated.

Protect her and be a leader and provider.

Tell her why you fell in love with her.

Tell her that you will always love her.

For my female followers that have husbands/boyfriends

Treat your man like

How you want your son to be treated.

Support him and appreciate him for being a provider.

Being a man that’s a provider and protector

Is a big responsibility

so be his helper and help him lead.

To all the single people,

Love don’t come from a relationship.

Love is provided to from Jesus

A significant other is not needed

For happiness.

I want single women to love themselves

And impress and spoil themselves.

Stop settling for situationships

From men that use devious tactics

And false disguises

Pretending to have feelings

when in reality treat your vagina

like an inmate that’s state property.

I want single men

To not let women with extreme high standards

Make you feel less like a man.

You are a man

And focus on your plan.

Don’t let pussy be a distraction

And stop letting women trick you into tricking

If you and her are not committed.

Because money attracts

But true love slowly contracts

The love that gives roots towards evil

True love is plentiful.

To everybody reading this

God bless you

And I love you!

My next post will be poem called “My Seductive Next Door Neighbor” and I looking to upload this by Sunday or Monday

Why Sex Is Overrated?

This will be one of my poems that will be in my book “How To Be A Good Husband”. My book will be published very soon and I hope you purchase a copy as soon as it comes out. I promise you, this will be the best book you will ever read. Please read some of my previous posts below to get a preview of what you can expect.

How To Save Your Marriage?

How To Be A Better Husband

How To Save Your Marriage Part 3

How To Be A Good Husband ( Part 4)

 

Fuck sex 
I need rest 
Sleep is best
Too damn tired
for some neck
The pillow where
my head rest,
I look forward to that.
Love and affection
with a female companion 
is so wack.

Porn and frequent masturbation 
is where I focus my concentration.
Dirty talk I hate that in a conversation 
since only palms deserve my attention.
XXX videos my provide excellent demonstration
and it’s the key that open the door to heal 
when you get rejected or heartbroken.
Same sex with the same person forever is tedious.
So porno made me oblivious to bad b*tches
that act so fucking arrogant.
If I can go back in time, I would of stayed 
a virgin.
Like I said earlier, my hands are much more deserving.
After I’m done ejaculating, I’m peacefully resting
Never have to worry about a female asking
” You wanna go for round 2?”
I respond ” Do I look like a machine to you?”
Its either that or they want to cuddle.
I don’t have the energy, after sex
I get too sleepy
So I dislike it when a female keep nagging me.
I am not a fucking machine, my ejaculation 
drains the shit out of me.
So please stop asking me for round 2 please.
This is why I deserve my hand.
Lonely and private is how I like it.
Don’t have to worry about emotions and feelings.
Sexual intercourse can be confusing sometimes.
Add on a bunch of mixed feelings.
Masturbating is straight to the point.
Right after, I smoke a joint 
then fall asleep and sleep my life away.

Poetry Saved My Life

Haven’t wrote a deep poem in a minute.
Got me in the zone while listening to music.
I have these emotions and gotta express it.
More than a poem, I’m lonely and desperate.
This like a movie, based on a true life story.

I’m in search of the perfect poem and words form
This was written before I wrote it, daydreaming in the zone.
Racing with time and this poem fell in my lap.
Losing the race ,the dust particles landing on my face.
Eager to hustle, but forced to struggle.
Regrets, I have everyday of my life.
Poetry is my life when I lose the fight
of my real life battles.
War zone in my mind and this poem is a bloody towel
that wipes the flood of the fluid that keeps the heart pumping.
War zone in my mind and this poem is a band aide that cover the scar and keep the skin healing.
This poem saved my life, damn near close to suicide.
The fear of hell kept my soul from being sent to the ground
I was saved like money in a savings account
Life is bitter like hard liquor, but this poem is a chaser and it chased my liquor
Now life sweet like tropical juice and it respected me and influenced me
to write this poem since everything in my heart
now feels right.
Negative thoughts now get left and I move
toward the right
Towards my life goals and the demons trip
while trying to catch the soccer ball.

Never Know Who Is Passing By At The Park

I am letting you know that I will be taking a very long hiatus after December, In fact I may be leaving for good. I will be taking a long break from writing poetry and from blogging. This is actually my last original poem I will be uploading. From this point forward I will be reblogging my top ten most powerful poems I have written since August 2017.

Well read and intellectually nimble.
In public remain civil
but my gaze was tranquil.
Flattered by her appearance
but refused to give an compliment
as I approached her in silence
She admired my vigilance
but was startle by my existence
since it was all of a sudden.
Astonished she accepted my presence.
Exploring her curves and she was blushing.
She and I began eye fucking.
Eyes becoming watery like I was snorting
the white horse
My interest became an addiction and I secretly thank God for my hormones.
Dick became hard like Bruce Lee knuckles.
Inside of her thighs looked liked a rain puddle.
Like toasted everything bagel she was too hot to me and I was to her.
To other people watching us the attraction for each other was obvious but me her were oblivious towards everything around us.
We was ready to sin because we were inflamed with lust.
Not giving a fuck, we suddenly undressed each other.
I was more hornier than ever.
I knew better but it was whatever because right then and there I had to fuck her.
Slid my penis in and I began to thrust her.
People walked by were cheering us on
Cars driving by was beeping their horns.
We were all over the park’s lawn.
I kept thrusting until I came inside her gave her a creampie.
Still naked looking up and the sky
felt like I was in heaven until my wife walked past by and saw me.

Single Mother

Whispering in your ear, the minute we open the double doors

Finger you in the theater, drop the panties to the floor

I beat it hard like its drumline, Nick Cannon in the front row

Cocky attitude, can’t read, and yet hitting it like a pro

I never look down, my strokes are profound,

cover your mouth so you don’t make a sound,

bitting your lip, pound after pound

Hardcore and you feel it deep in the core.

Calling me daddy, like Eddie Murphy on Daddy day care.

Irnoically I will take care of your body as I’m pulling your hair.

I’m telling you keep you voice low, don’t want nobody to hear.

Grinding and I be lying if I said I wasn’t in my feelings.

Every ounce of cum from your pink pussy, I’m feeling.

Pussy pink like the energizer bunny.

Bitting down on your night gown with your two front teeth.

You are so horny it’s actually scary,

I’m dumbfounded like Uncle Phil when conversing with Hillary.

I always had hour power, but you reduced me to a minute man.

Nutting inside you was not part of my plan.

But times up, time for me to scram.

Always remeber, don’t let nobody judge you because you will make a wonderful single mother

and I will love you forever

Imaginations Vs Reality

When I imagine,  I see blessings from heaven.
In my reality I witness hell with mass destruction.

When I imagine, I see the beauty of dreams.
In my reality, I feel pressure around  me.

When I imagine, I see smiles and hear laughter.
In my reality, I see lighting and hear thunder.

When I imagine, the pain is rain, and protection is the umbrella.
In my reality, the fortune and fame makes my mind wanders because I’m poor like a farmer experiencing a famine.

When I imagine, I’m surrounded by angels, have no concerns whatsoever
In my reality, everyday I am conquered by a new  demon.

In my imagination, I see the outside appearance of Lucifer.
In my reality, I know I’m ugly because the inside
of my heart  is evil like Satan.

In my imagination,  my heart is enclosed with love
In my reality my heart is enclosed with lust
while I pray to the spirit above.

In my imagination, my mind is a bird that  flies to every destination
In my reality, I’m a bear stuck in a trap and my mind is a car stuck in traffic because of an accident.

In my imagination, I feel like I can accomplish everything
In my reality, I feel like a disappointment because I accomplished nothing

My Life

Alot on my mind

Alot to say

Alot of time

to think all day.

I woke up today

felt nervous.

1000 thoughts

on my mind

every single time.

Head is more crowded

than a prison.

My head is a cellblock

and each thought

is a cell.

So narrow, no room

to breathe.

Annoys me like

a kid with a stick

poking me.

Is it misery

As I think suddenly

about the pain

that causes me

an affliction so deep

My faith drowns in

a pool of hate.

Imagine waking up

thinking your car can break

down any moment.

Imagine waking up 5am

on purpose to leave the house

to avoid seeing your parent

Imagine waking up loving

your girlfriend

but regret a relationship

for not having money

in your pocket.

Imagine working 2 jobs

with no days off

and still barely making it.

Imagine waking up

almost damn near 30

and still not independent

compared to your siblings.

Imagine waking up

and addicted to masterbating

because you fear

that you might be lacking

in the sex department

Imagine waking up feeling

disappointed

because you tired of seeing

the same faces.

Imagine waking up

realizing that it’s going

to be a long night of studying

Imagine waking up tired

but can’t take off because

of being broke

and have to make

room in your head to make

plans for your girlfriend.

Imagine waking up

upset with yourself

because you can’t

afford therapy sessions

because insurance

doesn’t cover it.

My body is a rope

and my thoughts

are playing tug of war

with my body.

Peace I get hardily any.

Unforribidden remedies

I seek close distance

but can’t touch.

I realized this in my sleep

when last night I dreamed

I met the former president

“Barack Obama”.

I was at buffalo wild wings

with my sister,

eating wings.

I just happen to look next

to me.

I saw him sitting right next

to me in a booth

with a blue tie matching

his dark blue suit

and black alligator shoes.

He was eating with his

wife “Michelle”.

Barack had a cheeseburger

on his plate.

Then I looked at his face.

I was astonished because

like why would the most famous

black man be a local

buffalo wild wings.

So I’m staring at him

then he stares back at me.

He extends his hands

and says

“I’m Barack and you are?”

When he said that I was beyond

shocked.

I almost fainted.

I got on my knees

and met eye level with his legs

and hugged it.

Now I don’t exactly remember what happened

next but

Barack did tell me

he was preparing for a speech.

I had a million questions to ask him

but my main question to him was

“In 2008 when you won the election,

Was you nervous, did you have doubts

that you wasn’t going to be a good president?”

I never got an answer because I woke up

from my dream.

The example of my dream is my real life.

When I feel like I get closer to accomplishing something,

my doubts consumes me realizing life is harder

than I imagine

and rejection is more common than accomplishments

You Didn’t Break Me

Life was hard but I’m still living.

The pool was deep but I’m still swimming.

Found away to stay above and remain floating.

I was in darkness, but the light is slowly glowing,

like something sparks that glowing in the dark.

It rained and thunderstorms, but the rays of the sun

shines mighty strong.

It shines in front, around, and behind my body as I stand tall

looking fine.

A taste of the precious moments in life, but getting to this point

was a tough fight.

I was at a civil war with the two sides of my personalities.

I lost a few battles, and it affected me mentally,

and the affects were drastically,

draining all the energy out of me, unconsciously.

Not knowingly, I would be struggling,

to live peacefully,

from allowing myself to be hurt from the enemy.

For a while,I thought I wasn’t going to make it.

I had a mind and it was full of consciousness,

but I felt like the Timman,

no heart so I became heartless.

I became oblivious

towards my responsibilities,

due to the painful deep

thoughts that killed my heart spiritually.

One day at a time, my heart is exercising

and the organ is developing.

Gradually become stronger, I hop over

the gate of misery and start fresh

with a clean slate.

Happily take measurements of my heart rate,

and more precious than a gold plate.

Going through some type mental update,

inside voices telling me

“Never too late,

life is hard but it’s never too late”,

so I choose to have faith.

I was sprayed with mase,

but I can still see.

My heart was broken in half,

but I can still see.

I failed on a opportunity

, but I still dream.

I lost on forever, but I have a family.

You hurt me yes, for a good while

and I went through misery,

but you did not break me.

You won some battles,

but I got the last word, I said

battleship.

Victory, you only thought you tasted a drip,

but I won the war and I’m captain and nobody

but me sail my own ship.

Why Do I Love You?

My heart bristled

and I dare not speak

but yet thoughts loud

like a whistle

while the right and left

atrium bleeds.

Wet sheets and motivation

fell like leaves from trees.

I beg please while

chasing the shadow.

Everything around me feels

hollow.

Life all of a sudden lost it’s

meaning

and to this day

I’m soaking up the sheets

Been years since I had

a good night sleep.

The puddle I left

was deep

For constantly repeating

memories of answers

that were oblique.

The water I tried to subdue

but mind gave up and let

loose.

Was I being deliberately obtuse?

Because why do I try to pursuit

I’m the one you didn’t choose.

Spiritual showers did not soothe.

Earth showers did not smooth emotions.

Negative energy didn’t get swallowed

by the oceans

Mother nature refused the transformation.

Trapped in Love’s potion.

I believe Cupid pick the wrong person?

Like a human trying to pick up

Thor’ s hammer

I can’t get the arrow off my body

it will always be attached to me.