I dream of luxuriously 
spiced things.

Coconut milk soaked 
with space lights 

and a wrist flick 
of cayenne
 
infused 
with amber.

This is a 
sensationalization 
of my aureolas.

Call me cannabis 
as a conjuration, 

call me liberation 
in a two step, 

call me vulnerable revolution 
as a masturbatory hallelujah.

I am here reveling in the 
profound nature of worship, 

the deification 
of my form 
by another.

Come, to me 
as an altar–

what you imagine to be infinite black 
time is the manipulation of gravity 

because my pelvis harbors all life 
as parenthetical citation.

You, foreign man, 
with your sweet words 

overflowing like champagne 
across a table 

constructed purely of sunlight and 
solidly existing, call me goddess.

An angel, are you seeing 
the auras I may be cultivating?

All of the pyramids 
built from crystal bricks
and question marks, 

all of the gardens 
gone forest in their 
abundances, 

all of the ways I strive to touch 
my self as something sacred.

So I find 
myself here:

Queerly beloved 
of the unknown recesses, 

caress the mental calibrations 
of this clockwork body gently. 

I’m curious to see what Time 
you find ticking and tocking 
against the S curves.

But 
this is 
to Quiet.

As I said, I dream of 
luxuriously spiced things.

I want you 
to mango mouth me 
open with no hands.

I want you to harvest 
the strawberry fields in my lips.

I want you to be so good 
at eating everything 

I have to offer that you 
teach me something new.

I challenge you 
with all the fires 
of my soft belly, 

rolling hips, and 
plush thighs!


Habanero 
soliloquy:

I want you to suffer
the exquisite torture
of raging attraction
because I water at
the ache in your voice,
the most acute pain of
an arousal with nowhere to go.

Here 
is where I find the lightest,
most precise touches
as you know your place
and enjoy it 
deeply.

And in this way, 
we know each other
ever intimately,
ever consensually,
ever for the act 

of art.

siiaah: OKC/KIK freestyle: (April 3rd, 2015)

HE WAS BIG! & Tall. He was a European White man. He wanted all of me– ravenous is an excellent word to describe the memory of his hunger. I’ve been looking like myself for a while so it’s challenging to recall what he saw– but, it was evidently delicious.

:

November 30th, 2021

Pronouns: She, They, Family &/+ Names

Mxs. Isa Lee Love Jones René