She is Elegance and Beauty,
Her definitions revel in my mind
And Resonate in my soul.

She floats on air,
As the breeze flows through her hair.
Amazing in everything that she wears
But I would love to help her undress,
Because in my mind….
She is already bare.

Her flawless skin exposed,
I salivate as I daydream of the moment she allows me to kiss her from her follicles to her toes…
She whispers in my ear her secrets no one else knows…
How could such nasty thoughts be so…
Beautiful?

Drawn closer like tightly knotted strings,
I imagine the harmonies and the chords she will hit off key as we break headboards…
Oh the music we make as my little song bird sings…

Her body entangled with mine…
To penetrate is immaculate,
Climax together is so divine…

I drink her like wine,
The potency of her pheromones leave me intoxicated
Or I may overdose,
So I take her one sip at a time.

Nibbles on her neckline
Send chills down her spine…

She clenches her bed sheets
And bites down on the pillows to suppress her screams and moans
I spread her legs and slowly lick down her thong.

She can no longer contain the forbidden,
All she can say is,
“I don’t know what spot you’re hitting,
But it sends tremors through my legs,
Blood rushes to my head,
And my sheet are wetter than the kitchen sink.”

So overwhelming she begins speaking in tongues,
“FuckAMeHarder”, “OhShitImBoutToCum”,
That’s all I could really decipher…

Repeated orgasms,
A night filled with her pleasures
And anything she could fathom
Or even forecast,
Each time is harder than the first but nothing like the last.

She moans “Make it last”…
My intensity is beyond what can be rationalized by the common mind.

“Oh Daddy!”, she keeps saying as I release my love inside her soul…
The way she takes it with such Elegance,
Is what makes her… so…
Beautiful….

© 2010 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved

Listed below are all the things, I probably thought about saying at one point in time or another to women I have met in the club… Sort of a compilation of my pure, untainted thoughts…  To be honest, let the liquor tell it I may have said some of these things out loud to a woman or two… Don’t judge me . Anywho… Enjoy

Her eyes are perceptive like an astrology sign,
I’m working hard to make this love connection,
For some reason I thinking she’s gotta be mine…

Is it her measurements that make me consider moments of marital calm?
Or is it her pretty face and soft skin,
That make me willing to carry her everywhere,
Like that coach bag she garners on her arm?

Pardon me miss I believe you could be my future,
And I have been waiting to meet u all life long…
May I buy you a drink?
Can I have this dance?
I understand if you want to wait a minute,
It may be a second before the DJ plays the right song…

Tell me something do you believe in love at first sight?
I apologize if that question frightens you,
But the way the Law of Attraction guided me to you i just thought you might…

Nevermind that for now.
What are your hobbies?
What entertains you when you have time to spare?
I would be delighted to escort you to a dinner or a movie,
That is if you have an opening somewhere?

Excuse me where are my manner,
My name is Napoleon.
I could be molded into anything,
And i’ll be everything that you could ever want.
Your masseuse  when your body’s aching,
Your intellect when you just need conversating,
Your pillow while you sleep at night,
Hell, even a good girl can act bad too,
I’ll be there to wear you down and put your sexy ass back in line

But those are all things for the future,
I’m sure each one will come with time.
Right now lets play the cards in our hands,
I tell you what,
You show me yours……
And I’ll show you mine……

© 2009 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved

She is so touch and go,
But I never touch then go…
Her touches keep me warm,
So I never let her go…
I love her long and slow,
Deeper than the love below…
She so damn hot,
She’d melt the coldest of the Winter’s snow…

Remarkable…
Mark my words, “You’re more than priceless”,
Now that’s Hallmarkable…
I’ll be your post card,
I’m Expressing to you,
I’ll lick and stamp you hard..
That will get the message through…

In your mailbox,
I’ll knock you out the box…
I’ll sly in your hole,
Call me the French Fox…
Wetter than Seattle Rains,
Tighter than them dreadlocks…
I’ll wash away your pains,
Just call me Clorox…

I wanna hear your forethoughts,
Of the afforementioned…
This was just my teaser,
I left much unmentioned….

(I will leave the rest to someone’s imagination… Be safe this NYE… Bring in 2010 on a positive note…)

© 2009 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved

Her French Tips,
Entice a French Kiss,
I would desire nothing more than to speak French on her lips,
Make love to her hips,
She got me saying things,
I will never admit…

Her love makes men gather in long lines,
But her pussy tells my dick… she love he long time,
She stays on me mind,
Stomach covering my face,
Ribs above my hairline…

I’m sure that went over some heads,
Simply put, I give her great head,
When we’re done leave nothing but wet beds…

She calls me her beast,
Maybe thats cause her body feeds me everything that I eat,
She is my feast,
I start at her follicle and end at her feet…

She leaves me fulfilled,
Got me all touchy feely like I done popped pills,
Half dressed in high heels,
I’m so turned on its unspeakable how this high feels…

Kissing pedicured toes,
I’ll give her everything she wants,
I go hard in her paint,
I go hard with no clothes…

She screams and I moan,
I care not who’s home,
Napoleon’s one name all her neighbors know…

…
…
…

(Aight enough, enough, enough…
I can be so off the cuff some times but I speak what comes to thought…
Yall see where my head is at… LOL)

© 2009 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved

These were just some thoughts on my mind… I honestly can say that most of this poem comes to mind with no second thought… My head has been in the gutter since youth so to me it is no surprise… LOL I don’t know how good or bad that is but… It is what it is… Enjoy…

Determined leave her ass comatose,
In desperate need of rehabilitation,
Cold sweats and wet dreams, itching for another dose…

She says,
‘I could get used to this’,
I told her,
‘A woman’s love is always welcome, I’ll accept it unopposed’…

Take another puff of me,
I’ll get you higher, kicking screaming,
Giving her those letter Os…

Getting aerial like an acrobat,
Don’t want to fall from her trapeze,
Wilder than a night in Trapeze,
I can’t see how any man could let her go,
Open love sessions while the spectators take their notes…

My tongue walks her thong like a tight rope,
She’s hoping I fall off,
With every centimeter I move she whispers to me…
‘Ewww baby, damn you getting close’…

Lick it, eat it, beat it up…
Have her screaming,
Releasing things she can’t withhold…

All off in her jewelry box,
Working harder getting deeper in her treasure trove,
Head spinning faster than the world turns…
Toes curling as I circumnavigate her lobes…

I am on some freak shit,
You best believe me when I say,
‘I’m a go where no man goes..’

© 2009 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved

Sometimes you don’t recognize what you have until it is gone…

Sometimes you don’t say what you feel because of how it was received in the past…

Sometimes we all make mistakes…

I know I have…

She lives…
She lives in my mind,
Mistress to my soul,
A victim of my judgment,
A blessing put on hold…

She breathes…
My every word,
Savors my every thought,
Waits for me patiently…
I am the mental image of love that she has somehow lost…

She searches…
For answers to why I am who…
And how to unlock the power of my love,
Hoping I am really all of her dreams come true…

She prays…
I stimulate more than her physical to a paranormal state,
That I could care for her on deeper levels,
And it’s not just with the concept of love that I infatuate…

She whispers…
My name throughout her slumber,
An unconcious attempt to speak into existence all things beautiful…

She wakes…
Clenching pillows still repeating my name,
Napoleon…Napoleon???
Not knowing if I am serious,
Or merely playing love games…

She cries…
As she feels my motions move slowly,
Defeated by time,
Prepared to let go…
She leaves…

And I…
I am now…
Alone…

© 2009 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved

I am learning to love all over
Over what is in my past,
Beginning to find life in the love I believe will last,
An eternity seems to be so close to what I envision in our future.

Beyond beauty,
Derived truly, from what God has crafted in his master plan.
I may not be your first but I want to be your last man.

You be my forever,
Ever so cleverly,
We flirted with defeat,
But everytime love comes back around and knocks us off our feet.

So many words unsaid,
So many lines unread,
Yet and still I am No longer afraid to open the pages of this uncreased novel

A love affair arousing more than my physical appendages
I am enlightened by your thought process,
Thus the attraction is making me relentless.
At a lost for words I cant even finish sentences.

Images,
Of you floating down an aisle garnished with people standing at your attention
No sweat from my brow,
As I mention,
“I do”
Take me as I you

Such beauty brings tears to my eyes
I would further cry,
A lifetime if our love met it’s demise, too soon
Our union like stamen and pistol,
Essential for Love’s flowery roses to bloom

Blossoming,
Our family,
Our future,
Our Synergy,
Effortlessly existing in unison,
What we have produces, but never consumes energy.

You are my definition of real,
My mother always told me,
When I met you I would have no more questions about how true love would feel.

I am ready…

© 2009 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved

You’re like…
Butter on toast,
Bread just ain’t the same without you.

You’re like…
A college degree,
If I am never conferred,
Then all credit hours are nothing more than a dream deferred.

You’re…
The words in my poetry,
Unsaid there is no motion.

You’re a…
Life raft from the Titanic,
Playing with the band I may miss you & end up drowning in the ocean.

You’re my…
Words, my thoughts, my sense uncommon,
This damn jones I’ve caught.

For your beauty I’ve fallen,
I LOVE Y…

Let me harmonize your notes

Your body…
Like my words,
Cumming off the tip of my tongue
….

Running my D…

Like fingers  through your hair,
Stroking your strands,
Giving you more pleasure than you can bear.

With legs pushed back,
Panting deep breaths as you say,…
“Baby you’re so deep I can feel it in my throat”

…

Oh really…?!?
I just want to give your body a French Kiss…
Hell my name is Napoleon,
I would be remissed,
If I didn’t make love to you in a position I like to call the French Press…
But I so far digress…

(lol)…

I feel you in…
My soul,
My bones,
My nerve endings,
My whole,
Never do I want our love’s ending.

Mind racing,
Head spinning,
Orgasmic whirlwinding,
You are…
My new beginning…

© 2009 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved

She was my heart,
My soul,
My rock,
My strength,
My speech,
My words,
The reason I breath.

She was my matriarch,
My mother,
My grandmother,
The love of my life,
My wisdom,
My direction,
My guiding light.

She was my habit,
My highs,
The reason I walked on Cloud 9,
My blessing from God,
Simply pure and divine.

She was my confidant,
My confidence,
Even at times my common sense.

She was my smile,
My laugh,
My destination,
My path,
My wish,
My dream,
My patience,
My self esteem.

She was my sunshine,
My every angle,
You were my Earth Angel,
But now you have grown wings.

© 2009 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved

Don’t you know you’re so beautiful…
Like sun rays on a sunset
Like the altitude of a Lear Jet
I fly high on you
Your love sends me into outer space
I can travel distances beyond the moon
But yet I stay grounded,
Not letting my head swell like a hot air balloon

Baby don’t you know you are so wonderful…
Like the perfect meal I would eat you anytime of day or night
I call you my visionary because you restore my lost sight
Though I have never lost sight, of the way you make me feel
Your actions so tangible, that it makes these feelings so unreal

Lady don’t you know you are so marvelous…
How could I marvel less???
You mesmerize me
Every waking moment without you is spent fantasizing about you
What in the hell would my life be without you???

Darling don’t you know you’re irreplaceable…
Like a priceless gift
Or a kiss from your lips
You are one of a kind
Like the rituals from an original manuscript
I would read your body with my eyes
While I let my fingers trace your every line

My love don’t you know you’re so…

© 2009 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved