question

in the deep despair
we share a common intrest
the need to be free
from burdens we bare
we all see that life is a game
some win the game
some lose early

the first day of class is always dreadful
the thought of others in a class with you going after their dreams
the sight of the professor skilled at pushing you to get the best grades you can
learning information that will be benificial for you in later life
acquire new knowledge
teach old lessons
reestablish yourself not just as a student but as a human being in thirst for knowledge

THOUGHT LIFE LIBERTY

I SEE SNOW
LOTS OF WHITE SNOW
CLOUDING THE STREET
MAKING ME SNIFF
OF PURE COLD CHILL TO MT NOSE
I REALLY CAN'T STAND THE WINTER TIME

THE BENIFITS OF FRESH AIR
ENRICHING THE SOIL AND WATER
GIVING LIVE A NEW ENERGY
THAT CAN NOT BE ILLUSTRATED

PURE EVIDENCE
THE SIGHT OF THOUGHT
THE ELECTRIC MISSLES OF THE BRAIN
TO STORE HEAT AND KEEP FROM SHOCK
THE NEED TO STAY WARM BUT COOL IN THE SUMMER
THE FEEL OF DESIGNER WINTER GEAR
GLOVES HATS AND COATS TO MATCH

THE LEAVES ARE GONE
TREES HAVE TAKEN A BREAK
HUMANS NESTED IN THEIR CAVES
LIKE A BEAR IN HIBERNATION

TAKE LIFE IN YOUR HANDS AND NEVER FOR GRANTED

starting a new is a scarey thing. ready to embark on a new adventure in life. one can never really say that their done when they have just begun. regardless of the circumstance one can stil become what they want. words of wisdom Marques James

Man-Wife, I need that lock down

CHAPTER 1


I could never be "just" with one guy. There was Mark, Jojo, and Ray, three men for the three sides of me. The sexual side of me goes with Jojo; a big dick with a mean stroke. Now Mark was my money man, he never gave me less than five hundred dollars just for my pocket. Now Ray on the other hand was more to me than Mark and Jojo combined. I mean Ray really loved me; he always told me that without me life would not be the same. Could Ray be the one?

Phone- I'll give you the Red light Special all through the night-unknown caller- baby I'm yours if you want it tonight...

yo hello. I said as I answered the phone

Wassup shawty?

hey wassup, who is this?

I'm Horny

So you know what you have to do!

And what's that bae?

I should never have to explain myself, bye. As I said that I ended the call and went on about my buisenes.

Phone- I'll give you the red light.....

What?

yo stop getting smart and cut the bullshit dude. The unknown voice said through the receiver

First off I'm not getting smart, I've been smart and I don't know who the fuck you are so I advice you to tell me.

Well I advise you to come open the door and find out

I was always taught that if you knock the door shall be open for you.

Yeah well my dick has been knocking for the past five minutes and he harder that wood, or this crazy ass door you got.

here I come, why I don't know

Man stop with that bitch shit shawty daddy waiting with ya special gift!!!

Here I come dam pump ya brakes.

I was hesitant to go to my door; I could end up dead, robbed, or raped. I stood in my room for a while and left dude at the door. I went to my pillow and pulled the .45 out that Jojo left one night and told me to keep it cause niggas is crazy out here and boy was he right. I started to walk towards my door and could see him still standing there. My door is a very special door because the person who owned my place before I moved in was a cop and he made a special door to protect his family. My door is made of wood on the perimeter and in the middle is a two-way mirror just like the ones in the interrogation rooms at the police station.

I walked in my living room and just stopped and looked at the door to see if I could recognizethe face, but I couldn't see his face. He wore a Hoodie and some blue jeans with some butta timberland boots. His hat was in front of his zipper and seemed to be floating in mid air. As I walked closer to the door I could start hearing slight taps before I opened it.

As the door crept open, this bull started take his hood off and removed his hat. When I finally opened the door I was amazed by his striking beauty. He was a light-skin red-bone country Georgia boy all thug out but with a preppy boy swag. He just stood there smiling at me with his dick in his hand slowly going back and forth. I was stunned for two reasons. Reason one he did look kind of familiar and reason two I did not know this man but the sight of his dick with its plump pink mushroom head had me forget he was an utter stranger. This dude really had me in a trance and I had to break free quick. Holding the gun in my hand behind the door aiming at him, I stood there trying not to drool.

yo you gonna let me in?

I guess I must have still been in that trance cause I could not formulate a word or even a sentence.

Shawty you alright. This man said as he stepped closer to me. I could start to feel the head of his dick poke my abdominal muscles. His breath so minty just made my nostrils tingle and got my dick mad hard.

Yeah I'm cool, but who are you? I finally manage to say.

Jamil is my name and giving daddy dick is my game. He said with a slight grin.

And where do I know you from?

you don't know me but I know of you. Jamil said winking at me still trying to make his way in.

In that case bye. I started to shut the door not letting my gun down for a second. His foot stopped the door from completely closing which just made me even more irritated but yet intrigued.

Yo my dude I'm not a threat. I apologize for coming at you this way. I just moved around here three months ago and I see you all the time. You are so sexy and I just managed to get the courage to come talk to you. I got ya number off a bull that we both know. You I live down the block at Luther Gardens Apartment 2b.

So I look so easy to you? I look so easy that you think that you can come knocking on my door with ya average baby sized dick and I'm supposed to let you in? Negro please, I only fuck with niggas who wear the golden seal.

Naw its not like that baby boy, and yeah F-Y-I ya nigga be eleven inches, you just see whats exposed.

Well let me see all of it then!

Let me in then baby! Jamil said as he stroked the head of his massive meat.

Aiight come in. I said with a big grin on my face.

As he walked into my living room, he started to strip off all his clothes. I walked to the bathroom to pull myself together and to put the gun in a safe place. When I returned Jamil was standing there with his Six-foot-three muscular frame. His pecs were so firm looking even when he moved them. He had washboard abs the perfect six pack. He had a fresh cut that just illuminated his three-sixty waves. His hazel eyes and well defined legs was just all I needed to know that I need this guy inside of me. What mad him more exotic to my sexual palate was the fact that this dude kept his timberland boots on with his calf high socks and fitted cap as if he knew exactly what turned me on. His dick remained at attention pointing directly at me with a slight hook to the left, just waiting for the attention I was ready to give. All I could think about was how all eleven inches would be deep in me making me go crazy.

So wassup sexy?

Nothing much, well not much for right now. I'm sorry what did you say ya name was again?

Jamil but you can call me daddy.

Ha Ha funny. What made you come see me? I said as I started to sit down while he followed my actions.

Jojo

What?

yeah that's my homie. Well from the look in your face I take it you heard?

Heard what

Jojo was murdered at the 7-11 down the block two days ago.

No way I just seen him two days ago and he went to the store and told me he was coming back with a surprise for me. How? what happened?

He got shot, wrong place wrong time feel me.

Yeah I feel you. As I said that I could start to feel my body get weak. Beads of sweat started to formulate on my forehead. The image of Jojo, his touch, scent, taste, sex appeal was gone and I never got the chance to say good-bye. I started to think about what we did before he left to the store. A faint taste of vomit started to pulsate at the back of my throat before everything went dark.