DIAMOND BUTTERFLY

Glazing sky of bluest of blue

She coasted with facets of diamond sparkle

Flashy Jazzy she clicked with wings of gauze of shimmering rainbow

Twinkle Twinkle she say is me and I her we be forever tie the sea

Looking in every nook she chased a dream forever day

Seeming shallow and unfeeling she hid her sweet nature of love deep

Glitter and Gaze she make the eye follow for sighs emit when she float by

Looking sweet and demure she shyly lower her eyes

Feather wings of sweet glaze wrap around form of strong

Lips of pout kiss sweetly passionately wantonly of deep hard firm lips strict

Giggling running playfully she say mine mine mine

Chasing wings of glitterly flight he captured her all

Screaming with undeniable pleasure she escalated to levels of zooming crystal universe

His His His he murmered in receptive little ear of shell of delight

By Felicia McCaw

To: President Obama - From Felicia --- My Thoughts of Today and Tomorrow - America is Still the Sweet

Dedication of a soul that is truly dedicated to a life of servitude is the life of all true Americans.  I have ventured forth and seen the plight of many taken advantage by people of rich with ulterior motives not advantageous to a country that is still a great nation but still a nation needing security against invasion of inner threat.

Knowing and realizing a threat to all sometimes endangers the realizer that sees a plot of foul that bespeaks manipulation of deliberate intent.  Casting aside all bigotry, bias, discrimination the idea indeed that muffled the sound of rights denied is indeed the detrimental eradication of established order of papers, thoughts, deeds of indeed bravery and deaths of many to establish a country's might are indeed being mocked by foreign intrusion.

Being a person of African descent does this make a person not a legitimate heir to right that all endeavors to establish this country is to benefit us all for naught.  That mockery,ridicule, scorn is indeed the blade to strike down and cripple attempts to educate self even if this thought to be a threat.  Does this indeed make this country and all therein a cripple that words of cruel intent fall past and make sanctuary indeed a respite from tiresome racists thrusts of words spiked with what "hate" or "intolerance".

Does being a member of this culture or race give others the right to strip, rob and defame another's efforts for self-gain?  I think not.  Being a member or critic does this give the right to ridicule but indeed reveal a noted weakness that is indeed not an advantage for either a foe, enemy or self to reveal.

Duplicity at hand is indeed the noted evil of works of hands unseen but noted their presence is there by the very evil of noted unsureness and lack of education and willingness to sacrifice without thought of fear of racial tiers and hierachy.

Does this fear indeed involve the revelation that weakness or fear turn the clock back centuries of denial and rights of whom threatened?  Who is righteous after all will be asked by all outside the circle of limitation.  Surely not the limitor but indeed the challenger, a new conqueror will see a folly true and advantage will be seized and before the grasp of thought the deed is indeed past correcting without a battle of wits to foil a plot of such elusive secret that only those of skeptical disbelief question a deed too good to be true.

Ursurper or not surely a twist of fate determine a true threat of naturel determination of a threat to power for lust of such.  Looking with eyes of objectivity to seize or not is to question indeed of want and not and not necessarily a thrist for another's folly to take a position filled with thorns as well as roses.

Looking at responsibility of such magnitude indeed makes thought of such indeed not a pleasure but a chore when bitter is the widow's hand that mock a tree.  Sorrow, tiredness results in bitter resolve to stick thru even though the road is paved with rocks of granite and spite. True Americans quit not but face fact and fight with thought of plenty, logic, rational mean savage protective measures to secure a land still new to find a niche and new destiny.  Surely, known to all that it is not yet finished this play at hand for we still struggle to maintain the dignity and pride that carved a land of nothing but wild.  Maybe not all are not appreciated but still the hand knows a milk is to cuddle is a hand to help abet the lost of true sweet hard fought liberty.  May God serve as indeed our forefathers taught that a hand given freely is a hand that receives not any praise but still knows the deed persists in benefitting the true giver.

By Felicia McCaw

BLUEBERRY TINKLE

Cheeks of red hue grazed hair of wildest blue
Lashes of thickest fluffy clouds shielded eyes of curious emerald green
Laughing with lilts of music Blueberry Tinkle coasted down lanes of crazy
zigzag yellow
Singing "Hello" "Hello" she coastedd down off a crazy twisted metallic gray
monstrous tinkerbell cycle of magic turns
Sunshine following her every step she threw flowers of many variety all
Tinkle Tinkle all kids called make my wish a truest greatest spectacular true
Granting a wish of truest all she sparkled greater than sun of even loudest light
My name is Blueberry Tinkle call me soon return all to me I will she
hollered with sheer delighted glee.

By Felicia McCaw

SINFUL CHARLIE

An erotic rendition of a man on the prowl.

Charlie Charlie looking with eyes of sweet lechery
Seeing a full figure arse he cannot stop to not chase
With hands of rogue his hand travelled with feels of great
richoteing blast
Watching with amusement his eyes lit with deviltry his touch aroused
Looking deep within eyes of flushed heat he travel paths unknown
and found
His tongue of discovery plied his trade of great mystery
Gasping with hot panted breath she began to holler
Closing full lips of sexy blush he began to suckle tits of ripe
Covering flesh of volcano heat he stroked deep in petals of ripe sweet
flesh of slick
Charlie Charlie she screamed with loud shreks of pleasure
Grasping restless hands he kissed fully both as pleasure rocked
his soul
Arms of divine wrapped around strong shoulders willingly until fervish
tremble stilled her heart
Embracing light as day she and he soared on rivers of content sin of crave

By Felicia McCaw

TENEKA OF THE BLACK SUN

Eyes of black pools of swimming ivory
Skin of purest smooth black velvet
She walked the day as protected sweet moonless sun
Eyes of tenderness she gazed at husband dear
Looking courageously she faced each day with a lady's need
Heart of plenty see a fool's need
Forgiving, strong, she began her tirade of discipline long
Loving arms embrace children with a mother's growing need to protect
all day long
Hearts of half she will share with all surely family began
Making sure all well she give more than received
Knowing a folly she divert and leave a path of no return

By Felicia McCaw

Little Boy Big Horn

Once upon a time was little and old a boy of young aspired to play the horn

Being a boy in mind but a man of stature he became all his self he went

Knowing one tune he clamored and boasted his goal for fame

Practicing long hard he blew blew until a sight caught his eye

Looking in a glass of shiny new with colors of frosted color he saw a woman naked and man

Watching with eyes of wow he stared as they begun to move strain together hollering grasping each other

Looking staring he watched the tryst installed thoughts of those that should not be

Little Boy Big Horn saddled his horse left with thoughts of play filling his thoughts and hands

Rubbing his horn his face became the smile of yesteryear

Caresing with strokes of long he played his horn all day long

Creeping to window again he saw her recline naked refined curious of deed thought he stole within

Looking at skin of smooth he touched roamed as his will prevailed

Eyes of languorous with sleep peeked lashes of soot and long widened quick

Smiling with invite heat she paraded her sweet to allow play

Grasping fruit of ripe he suckled long hungrily as his thirst build

Kisses of long swept days of heat between grasped stars of night and day

Grasping thighs of plenty he played his trade of many flavors to her delighted face

By Felicia McCaw

Raphshellna (An erotic rendition of Rapunzel)

Once upon a time of medieval quest for honors true

A fair damsel of hair of coarse black lived in tower high above the sky

Sitting in corner day to noon to dusk til night she spun rivers of silk

Looking out small window of cool she gazed a land of valley green and long

Sighing long low she said I wish to leave this prison of lonely

Smoothing hands of weary down back of slim she stretched agile

Kicking a ball with feet of tiny she stomped petulantly

I leave give chance and I will go far never return

Below a horn beaconed with shrill cries

Running with feet of feather she peered out below with eyes of sharp

Looking down she saw with eyes of huge jet and lashes heavy as soot a sight of one unknown to her

Who are you cried she with curious blinks of eyes and curved nosy smile

Basner is my name adventurer of lands whether far or near

Basner Basner she repeated testing each letter tongue gone flowing as river waves

Basner cried out curious as hell now how do you get down?

Raphshellna replied my hair of coarse black curl allows the step of way

Throw down your hair Raphshellna and I will teach you mysteries of delight and sweet

Ok cried Raphshellna of happy humor for human company has come to clear the days of lonely lack and boredom

Climbing hair of thick coils of coal black curl Basner limberly scale the height and crawled through window small

Basner look at her long hard and said you are fair and yet filled to make a man hand travel wondering hard and sweet

What doe you mean? Rapshnellna replied with eyes of wide curiosity focused on him clear as day become

Let me love thee and I will you teach all that is unknown as sweet as nectar sweet  

I know not what you mean this love thee and such as nectar and all

Come sweet Raphshellna and let me kiss thee lips of pearl and shells

Basner kissed her and ran hands of most hard over forms of curves and sweet valleys

Raphshellna sighed deep within and heart floated as morrow’s tomorrow and sung lilts of lilts

Loving her gently he became her soul and delight of her smooth sweet flesh of new

Grasping his back she flowed over rivers of deep and oceans of wide riding symphonies of harps delight

Clasping her within arms of hard he claimed her his and with eyes of twinkle they left the tower of lonely and flowed as one to become the all

By Felicia McCaw