As I lay upon the zebra waves, I think of ways I misbehave, I think of all my "must-be haves" and "must-be needs", on my back and on my knees, and all my dreams that I want and need to be true, Because of you, my body aches and quakes and shakes, and I know above all, those things I must haves and must need, can only be satiated by you, because if I achieve every thing that I dream, quiet every scream, wipe every tear that reamed out of face, nothing of it would matter without you in this place, torn lace, wrinkled ribbon, everything I have and will ever be given, is My decision, a Gift for You, a lift from blue, fading my depression, my sexual disgression, There is never enough repetition of these words "I am Yours.I Love You. I am Yours. I Love You". Those words flow so freely so naturally from my lips, and my body and hips can't help rocking back and forth, east, west, south, and north, while saying your name, my tongue on my teeth, saying your name feels like the only time I've ever truly felt my mouth, then I go south feeling your manhood on my tongue, so young this feeling of bliss, wondering my whole life what have I missed, as you kissed my skin, so deep, I melt such heartfelt your belt colliding on my ass, over your knee, wanting and hoping I bruise easily, filled with glee so happy, I run to the mirror to get a view clearer, seeing with awe, all the world becomes detailed, this girl her trauma derailed, she is no longer impaled, by the crazy train on the wrong tracks she used to be, a train wreck before the cliff's edge, how ironic it's massacre, because for her it's a blessing in disguise, realizing this guy's in love with her too. As I lay upon these zebra waves, his scent makes me mellow, my head on his pillow, the birds chirping outside the window a if they say, "Good Morning Babygirl, Happy Saturday, Your Sir is on his way, back to you..."
There’s nothing that hurts more than when we lose someone from our Louisiana Words family. But, the beauty of our writing movement is that the words of our loved ones live on with us. On June 20th, 2023, Louisiana Words Allstar, Jorge Arturo, moved on from this world leaving our hearts broken. He was a charismatic and talented human being. Jorge resided in New Orleans, LA and had been active on Louisiana Words for over a year. To honor Jorge’s life and work, we will be sharing his writing and live performances all Summer 2023. Please help keep his spirit alive by sharing his work. We know that Jorge’s words will connect with our readers and we hope to keep his spirit alive. Jorge’s first submission: “The Dog Show” debuted on February 6th, 2022 and is his most successful piece to date. In 2022, Jorge spent 10 weeks in the top with “The Dog Show,” “Weavers,” “They Say Love Kills, This Time It Really Did,” and “If Hell is Real, It Looks Like an Airport.” His la...
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