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Desire that never sleeps seldom gets a good nights rest…Restlessly tossing and turning waiting for the initiation with only one thought on the mind… I wanna explode!!!

I wanna flood the surface of passion and emerge myself in the depths of fantasy…

Please me beyond satisfaction…

Any clothing is a distraction…

I’m only here for one thing.

Previous conversations have already set the stage for an anticipated display of pure pleasure so I’m eagerly waiting to begin…

Completely saturated before the foreplay even began, I’m more than ready…

Licking it, sucking it, please don’t tease me any longer…

I can feel it throb.

No doubt that I enjoy the luxury of my choice to explore without attachment…

The freedom to employ any opportunity equally without care or shame… 

But… I just have one question before you enter me…

Do you have a condom?
-Nik 
*Safe sex should never be optional. Protect yourself friends! Then be as freaky as you wanna!!! 😊😘

BLACK LIVES MATTER!!!If this statement offends you in any way,

Please give me the honor and privilege to illuminate the facts.

You see, before you can assume a movement is offensive, you have to be willing to crawl beneath the surface of hate and gain knowledge of the truth and accept it.

Yes it’s true that ALL LIVES MATTER, but are “all” lives in danger of being executed by the police at any given second dependent upon which cop is on duty? 

Do “all” lives have to be publicly televised mourning the death of a loved one due to the impulsive, carefree actions of those expected to protect and serve? 

Have “all” lives witnessed the evolution of oppression and hate that breeds behind a badge of a corrupt soul that has no plan for equality or unity?

Is it common for “all” lives to feel that hateful state of mind that kept a race obsolete for centuries is being resurrected within the minds of those that’ve taken on the task of securing our freedom? Oops, I meant safety???

So again… 

ALL LIVES MATTER… But… 

BLACK LIVES MATTER! BLACK LIVES MATTER! BLACK LIVES MATTER!!!!!!!!

And I’ll scream it from the hills to the hood, because while all lives matter, BLACK lives are being exterminated…

BLACK lives are being devalued, neglected, and stolen from their families more than any life that does and should matter. 

But the question that plagues the families of the victims, the supporters, and the protestors still remain… 

When will any of it matter? 

When will it matter enough for change to finally take place? 

How many executions have to be televised before a revolution is realized? 

The fact is we are on a path toward social and civil destruction and the only remedies are accountability, justice, equality, and understanding that BLACK LIVES MATTER! 

-Nik 

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Posted: July 2, 2016 in Poetry, Relationships, Uncategorized
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It’s okay to let go,Free yourself…

It’s okay to say no,

Respect yourself…

The emotional sin of allowing ones self to carry the pieces of a broken heart while constantly wading in the toxic waters of infidelity and untruths is arguably self inflicted.

You’re the only participant in your mission to diminishing your worth yet you attempt to put the blame on one that has proven to be repetitively untrustworthy…

Is it worth it all?

Have you experienced any benefits or progression toward the happiness of yourself?

The overflow of tears that broke the levies to your soul, what do they account for?

Has every effort you’ve exuded to perusing atonement left you more restless, more vulnerable, more susceptible to the bullshit? 

Covet your energy and reclaim your pride, your dignity, your respect…

Accountability is necessary so that blame can become irrelevant.

The weight of love felt for ones self should always tip the scale in your favor…

Remember that respect and trust are never conditional and will always create chaos when not honored.

Be strong enough to repair any situation that can be remedied but also be wise enough to walk away from what’s beyond repair.

The cycle of self destruction begins with you and ultimately ends with you…

You have the power to change any situation that isn’t inspiring and motivating you toward something greater.

The thought that someone else could possess such an abundance of power over you is a mockery to the creation of self love.

Make yourself proud,

It’s okay…
-Nik 

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Posted: December 10, 2014 in Poetry, Relationships, Uncategorized
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Of course I still think about you…
I just can’t afford to exude that amount of emotional effort only to relive prior love related tragedies…
Hate on you? Never that…
I’ll just admire you vicariously from a distance…
That’s my safest bet right now due to the wounds I’ve acquired battling to show you that I need you.
It’s hard not to expose my smile when I witness your capabilities and believe it or not, I still get that nervous feeling in my gut with just the thought of your glory.
I’m just a little more cautious and aware of the level of sanity I’m willing to risk while under your spell…
Truth is…
I’m beginning to realize that you are who you are…
You’re constant yet spontaneous
You’re consoling yet somewhat unstable
You’re inspiring yet nerve wrecking…
You are love.

-Nik πŸ’‹

Hey guys!!! Again I left another piece “untitled”… Of course I could’ve titled it the obvious… “Love”… But I wanted to see what you guys thought. Help me think outside the box. ☺️ Thanks for reading.

Don’t fuck me like I’m your wife tonight…
I’m craving the pain that feels so good…
That pain that lingers in my belly making it saturatingly satisfying to awkwardly walk by my coworkers.
I’m begging you to spread it open and passionately pound it, punish it…
Don’t you dare spare me…
Make it do all the things it was made to do.
Make it squeak
Make it squirt
Make it cream
Make it hurt…
Do everything you would bashfully deny tomorrow.
Don’t apologize for calling me a bitch while your as deep as you can go…
Just say it like you mean it.
Pull my hair, smack my ass…
Make it erotically impossible for me to gasp for air…
Fuck me like you know it’s yours…

-Nik πŸ’‹

Kind of hot in here tonight huh??? Lol! Enjoy friends… Everybody deserves a little naughty sometimes… ☺️

*saturatingly is a Nik word that makes perfect since to me when try to describe something super saturated in the adverb form… Lol. Read my shit enough and you’ll see words like this quite often..

Constantly opposing…
My mind and my heart; two realms where the bulk of my ego reigns supreme.
The never ending struggle between my wants and desires is driving me to a place of emotional insanity…
I’m literally losing my fucking mind!
Do I stand up for myself and walk away with the ounce of dignity I’ve retained???
Or… Do I give it my all for the whatever teenth time in hopes of a different outcome???
Constant conflict…
A disagreement that has branded me with the emotional scars on the battlefield of a self diminishing situationship.
I can’t help to be pessimistic when my last hope forced to referee this ongoing battle just so happens to rule the part of me that declares me all woman…
So warm, so tight, so wet, so sweet, so deep, so right…
I’m fucked with no sign of a truce in sight…

-Nik

Epiphany

Posted: November 30, 2014 in Poetry, Uncategorized
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-Nik
Stay tuned… πŸ’‹