She called your name,

But she was with him,

She fearfully said "I'm sorry",

And he gave her hem,

He hit her twice, 

Let her go.

You've got to let her go,

Back to what she knows,

You know you don't want her,

And she's under your spell,

He'll keep her there,

But not for long.

Laying horizontal...he hit her spot,

Images of you flashed in her mind,

She wind hips and grabbed his behind,

With vigor she screamed your name,

And with that he came with cum and fist,

If you care enough...let her go.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com/

Open Up

If you let it in it'll live,

If you shut it out it’ll wither,

Come now come hither,

Be a little open to love. 

I know they bruised you,

Tainted your pure ways,

But they’re not me,

And I surely ain’t he.

Soft as the spring,

My love is showering,

Down upon you I come,

But I need you open.

Open for me,

Let daddy in,

Let me live,

Inside you.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

She stroked the back of his neck, gently,
He took that as a sign to have his way,
And that he did, vigorously,
It's not what she intended,
He amended,
Confusion.

She is there, but not fulfilled,
They are together but not,
He is more than content,
She amended,
Confused.

If they both understood the act,
Love would lay with them,
She gives for acceptance,
He gives for approval,
They both lose.

They continue changing nothing,
Expecting something different,
They lay, they play, they delay,
What awaits them is true light,
What's share is far from that,
They fuse and refuse.

Surely he knows what she needs,
But fears she will leave, and
She knows what he is capable of,
And remains hopeful,
They know all this,
Yet confused.

Fear denies their fusion,
Consumes their intent,
He and she are bent,
Folding their cards,
Telling their lies,
Never knowing.

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Forgettable Lovers

Now that we have laid,
I sit on the edge of your bed,
Forgettable and nameless,
I will return. 

You will call me Jessy,
I will deplore it,
But I will ignore it,
We both mean nothing. 

Like dreams in the morning,
You can’t remember,
Well, my name is John,
You lousy motherfucka! 

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

The Masturbator

There’s no greater stimulator,

Than the touch of a masturbator,

They have degrees in human anatomy,

They have explored all doors,

Both open and closed,

Their aim…to expose.

The masturbator wants you wet,

Eager, ready, and bold,

The masturbator knows where to touch,

They rub, they caress, they press,

Lying next to you,

In anticipation, you smile.

There’s no greater stimulator,

Than the touch of a masturbator,

They have a palate for pleasure,

A taste for taboos,

On their knees to please you,

Their aim…to curl toes.

The masturbator wants you bare,

Hot, vulnerable, and able,

The masturbator knows where to taste,

They lick, they tickle, they prod,

Looking up at you,

In satisfaction, you nod.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

The Gay Sexual Food Chain

(I am in the process of merging two blogs into one. So I will post some old posts that I thought were worthy of repeating. This piece was originally posted 16 months ago. Enjoy!)





I find it amazing how much homos try to model their sexual roles and rules after heteros. If you are a bottom, you are "supposed" to be lady-like...if you are top you are "supposed" to be macho. And bottoms are shocked when they find out a so-called "top" gets fucked. Fellas, realize that sex isn't about fitting in a mold. It's about being satisfied, and with gay sex there is a high level of aggression involved. Top men will seek out other tops who they think are alpha males, or men who are more "macho" than them...it's inevitable. I say all of this to say, there are no "true" tops or bottoms. Now, you might like one thing more than the other, but who's to say you won't wake up one day and want to use your dick or get dicked? We need to stop holding each other up to these stupid ass models that don't fit who we are. Have we not all witnessed the tops who seek out the guy with the 13 inch dick....and usually they can handle it better than any registered bottom (smirk). Sex=aggression. If you got big enough balls (dick, attitude)...you can take down the most self-proclaimed top down to his dick-sucking knees. Don't believe the hype!

Badilisho, freelance writer and a newbie to proper commentary-
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Masturbate

Spotted joys,
Many toys,
Unheard ecstasy,
Loud loneliness,
Feels good,
Yet no good,
You love, not.

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Excerpt from: The Makings of Mariam

The Makings of Mariam


The moment Eli set his eyes on Mariam she felt her lips quiver. Of course, no one could see this, but Mariam felt the quiver and immediately crossed her legs. She thought if she left her legs a part she would shamelessly part them for him in front of everyone. She stared at him as he walked towards her and she didn’t cut her stare. For each step he took towards her, she felt her heart beating faster, body getting warmer, and her panties getting wetter. She hoped that he would take a turn and walk left or right of her, but he stopped right in front of her and said “why is such a pretty girl sitting alone…do you want to join me in a game of checkers?”. Mariam opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Eli chuckled and held his hand out. Mariam took hold of his hand and followed him across the gymnasium.

It was a long walk to the checkerboard. She knew he could feel how nervous she was. She felt gross and unworthy. Her hands were sweating and her heartbeat could be felt in her palm. She trailed behind him, still gripping his strong hand. Eli glanced back a few times and offered her the most charming smile. Mariam was sure there was a trail of liquid that escaped from her patties but she was too embarrassed to look back. Eli set the board up and said with a devilish smile, “show me what ya got”. Mariam made a conscious decision not to beat him at checkers. She didn’t fully understand the power struggle between man and woman, but she knew that girls were supposed to be dumber than boys. So she purposefully lost two games in a row. Eli said “I think you are losing on purpose, come with me”. Eli looked for the camp counselors, and they were all huddled in a circle shooting craps. Eli grabbed Mariam by the hand and led her behind the bleachers.

Eli pinned Mariam against the wall and kissed her hard. He did this until she finally parted her lips. When she did this, he slipped his tongue in her mouth and worked every possible angle. She did not understand what was going on, but allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Eli placed her hand on his jeans and she knew the stiffness was similar to the wetness she had developed, but Eli didn’t appear to be embarrassed at all. In fact, he appeared to be proud. He said “take it out”, and Mariam hesitated, looking over at the edge of the bleachers. He said, “no one even knows we are back here, take it out and I promise to make you feel good”. Mariam nervously unzipped his pants, and reached beyond his underwear. What she laid her hand on seemed unreal. It was flesh, throbbing, and hot. She barely pulled on it and out sprung from his pants was a handsome, slightly foreign object. Eli said “don’t act like you never seen one before...do you want to suck it?” She nodded no, and Eli said “then we can jump right to it”. Eli lifted her dress and pulled her panties aside. Realizing that she had crossed the threshold of childhood and adulthood, she wasn’t sure if she should scream for help or remain quiet so as not to spoil feeling good. So she closed her eyes and prayed that Eli: would not hurt her.

He whispered in her ear “I won’t hurt you, just relax and let me get it in”. And get it in is just what he did. Eli would kiss on her neck and move back to kissing her in and on the mouth. With an odd mix of pleasure and pain, Mariam felt more alive than ever. She was doing things with her body that she had only executed on the dance floor. She would shift to being embarrassed by her actions but Eli would just smile at her until the embarrassment melted away. At one point, Eli picked her up and pressed her back up against the wall, he slowly lowered her down on him, and she thought she was going to faint from the sensation. It was at this moment that Delphi was conceived. Eli delivered three hard thrust to Mariam’s body and covered her mouth with his hand. The heat from her breath on his hand encouraged him to deliver two more thrusts and he leaned into her with a chaotic spasm laced with exhaustion.

Mariam pushed him away so she could catch her breath and stand on her feet. She was wetter now that she was before. The child in her felt used, and the women in her felt new. She squatted down while Eli fixed his clothes. Eli said he would walk from behind the bleachers first, to make sure no one sees him, and told Mariam to wait a few minutes before she came from behind the bleachers. Mariam watched him walk away knowing that she didn’t fully understand what just happen, but Eli knew. She waited more than a few minutes before she came from behind the bleachers. She didn’t want to walk, but somehow she managed to do so without any signs that she had been fucked.

-Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com