Here, Take it.

They don't let me forget it

5 years old and my birthday

received a yellow glitter hoola hoop

whilst my brother

months away from a new year

got a Power Ranger's sword

10 years old

used to being the baby

mommy's pregnant

"are you okay w/ this?" --i ask my dad

mom laughs

i don't

it's a girl

shit.

gave my heart to a boy

who gave me his

or what seemed like his

a rock masked as his heart

but it was mine

on the weekends

and holidays

weekdays was for another

Emotionally exhausted: I hate sharing.

my birthday

my status

my boy

Kiss You

Standing at a distance
but close enough i can smell your thoughts
through your skin

picturing your lips
on mine
but we're surrounded by witnesses
so i'll await you

i stare at your mouth
and imagine your taste
craving an empty room
just us two

locking eyes every few seconds
feeling my pulse race with your glance
desiring some time alone

mentally preparing myself for you
already physically ready
i see you walk towards the bathroom

i count to three
and excuse myself

to find you.

Decipher

Seduce me
Write me a poem
tell me about the scent of musk
at the nape of my neck
that you dream of spending
sultry summer days
between my breasts
that if you could taste me
it would be mangos and
tropical breezes on your tongue
keeping you up at 2 am for weeks
staring at black ceilings
legs entwined in sheets
wiping your brow
wondering when the next will be

Seduce me
write me a poem
drop those weak pick up lines
and overwhelm me with quotes
from Nerudas 100 love sonnets
tell me I walk in beauty
like the night
trace the lines of my left hand
decipher
then read and whisper
their meaning to me
tell me my life line crosses your destiny
imprint you words on me
like overnight scratch marks
leave butterflies in my stomach
with honeysuckle syllables
that remind me of first kisses
and holding hands at recess

Seduce me
write me a poem
that prays my name
and preaches our passion
chant a litany of our lovemaking
to come
under your breath
with the faith of withered
hands holding rosaries
in cathedrals
until the images of us
entwined in each other
burn themselves inside our minds
like incense at mass

Seduce me
write me a poem
with your eyes
lock glances for a moment
across a crowded room
soft smirk on full lips
and a slow deliberate
blink followed by a
flutter of eyelashes
that says
damn I wish.....

Seduce me
write me a poem
with your body
approach me the certainty of the tide
move to me without doubt or question
make me your origin
and your destination
let the music be the catalyst
that lets our bodies meet
spin me in and out of conga rythms
lead me into a coltrane wail
grind me into the base-line
of between the sheets
then pull me close enough
to feel out hearts beat together
when we dance

Seduce me
write me a poem
that
that speaks of our timelessness
remind me it was you
I loved in a past life
on some far away continent
tell me I carry you in my genes
that I can't forget you
if I tried
that our memories are
engraved into eternity
that time is just a theory to us

Seduce me
write me a poem
that needs no words
compose a silent sonnet
on soft bare skin
where your caress on exposed back
speaks that syllable
I need to hear you
a poem
where melding bodies become the look
where shallow breathing
becomes prose
where you seduce me
and inspire me to
write you the poem
that shows you how to love me

-Maya del Valle

All Too Familiar

"The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be- and when they’re not, we cry. "

-Unknown

Her Goodies

"Ride" - Ciara ft/ Luda

She's not the most talented singer but she is definitely one hell of a performer. And not many can dance like Ciara - ever - let alone now-a-days, but this girl can MOVE. This is about the 3rd video of hers i've put on this here blog and she continues to impress. Lettin' all her goodies hang out, as you can see.

*slow clap*

The song's a fail tho, but ya can't win 'em all. Lol

HUG

*runs toward you with arms open*

I don't even know where to begin. I've missed you, blog! And i totally take full responsibility for neglecting you and will be ready to receive all the penalties that come with my misbehavior. I hope you can one day forgive me and we can move on towards positivity. Hopefully that day is today because I'm already over it. *shrug*

But i'd like to start by displaying this poem by Bassey Ikpi to you:

asked you to stay the night
too late to drive so far
I said
had your safety in mind
surprised when you said yes
the way you did
mumbling something about winter
in the city and snow
I shrugged
too tired to discuss
offered you the couch
hoping you'd take the bed
surprised when you did
now I lay in arms that smell familiar
fingers laced with mine
can count your breath on my eyelids

vaguely recall caress and kiss
hands on hips
moving counter clock
lost all track of time
feel body half on mine

I high on dreams
didn't know you were real
until your scent found my pillow
rolled over saw your face
just to the right of my everything

fingertips brush lips
dance across cheeks
don't remember your breath so steady
don't remember your skin so soft
don't remember loving you this much
you, so beautiful and calm in sleep
I, restless want to steal your peace
make it mine
like you should be

vaguely recall caress and kiss
hands on hips
you on lips
now feel arm around waist
pull me close
knees find thighs
nose find place where shoulder meets neck
feel my breath on your eyelids
find my scent
watch my name escape as whisper
exist as dance
across cheeks
brush lips
breath steady
skin so soft
don't remember loving you this much
can barely breathe now
from holding air
can't move
can't let
you
high on dreams
me lost in memory
remembering
when you and I
were we
were us
were meant to be
breath so steady
skin so soft
remembering when you loved me
this much

genius.

Let's Trade

The best things in life come when you least expect it. You know that you found a special something or someone when just the thought of losing them brings you to tears. All those wars, pain, lies, hate, arguing, frustrations..It made me want to turn away and never look again, but i also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and ..my heart.. it feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.

That's all.