Skeebo's blog: "poetry"

Touching you with my words make you inhale the sentualness of my thoughts into your body . Making your blood race , Major parts of your body ingorge and become tender to my touch .

The right words, a precision touch and an open mind will equal lust.

by sterling p. carroll 

Captured by my lustful thoughts and cravings, I have you bound by desire. Tide up with ropes of my tongue and spanked with whips of my passion. feel that fire in which our souls are chained . Blindfolded with the silk desires of the untold reality that is bound inside you. Not knowing what sinful desire you will receive next , But are willing even more. A pull of the hair, A thrust from the rear A smack on the hip, Just give me that code word and I will stop the trip. By Sterling P. Carroll

Why do we love, love, When love seems to hate us? We love the way love feels. It makes us full, Full of the something that Marks a path that is only one way, The path that closes behind you, and blinds you from both sides. Love hates us cause it makes us do stupid things. Causes us to close our eyes to reality, dreams to fade for others and breaks our heart, because we couldn’t see the truth from the start. By Sterling p. Carroll

we are still soul lovers, lovers down to the core. Everytime im near you we end up wanting more pushin you to the wall kissing you with sexual intensions the next thing we hear is the bed rocking with a vengance slapping of skin you know whats happening thats the bed colasping we roll with laughter never missing a beat got your legs in the air sucking on your feet biting on your calf not hard but a little tender ready to jump down to that creamy center. written by sterling carroll

I want to taste that milk chocolate cream filled box of love. Cream that oozes in my mouth and chocolate , that is your skin, so smooth. that richness of your candy all so sweet and sticky all the same. I'll love getting cavities if you're the cause. whats your name? CHOCOLATE OOZ. STERLING P CARROLL

We were soul lovers, And I was soul hard And I came equipped, as we made soul love. We talked on theology , and psychology . And when I spoke , I caressed your thighs, I pulled you close and caressed your breast, And then I addressed the troubles of today. I made your juices flow while i made love to your ears, And while looking in your eyes I made love to your soul. Your banks flooded, Then I fucked you with my words, And it wasn’t just with my mouth, or in your ass , or between your breast. I fucked your mind . Catapulting you to another level, when you didn’t mind me calling you a bitch or hoe, But I addressed you like a queen and proclaimed your beauty like you are to only woman for me. You didn’t mind getting on your knees , so I can enter you from behind , You calling out my name because sexing me is good all the time. Holding your legs back as I slide my tongue in, and Frenching your lips without reserve or shame. I fingered you good , you panting calling out my name , Tugging on your tits again and again, I could feel the beating of your heart , and the shivering of your skin, Cause the orgasm you just had came for within. by sterling carroll

The power of the rain, With its sensual sound, It brings out the lust in one, When you don’t want it to be found. It drains your body and makes you want to sleep. It soothes the body down to your feet. It’s a scandal how the rain makes us weak at the knees, But if you listen at the rain, It will tell you what you need by Sterling P. Carroll

Am I asking too much? To want to kiss your lips or even, Grab your hips as we come close to speak. Speak of the passion that is building inside of us. Souring like that kite that glides on the wind that blows, You know threw the air that flows. Can you feel the blood rush thru your body as we touch. Through those parts that blush and swell in a clutch. Let me whisper something in your ear, I’m not asking too much, just being sincere. By Sterling P. Carroll