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| "Where the starzz come to shyne!" |
Jennifer Laners
| And I Am Moved Love; I am: because you filled my veins, part sugar & part acid but always filling and sweet . Loved; We do: while we offer libations after nibblings of each others sweet meat. Oh the Bliss-the Knowing. Alone; ever, always, never, for we complete ourselves. Happiness coupled with blood & stinging tears, like a freshly bitten tongue. Unity: Ripe, plump, full and ready to burst like ripe pomegranates. Dripping, wet, sticky, and red. We are of One. Song; ever flowing, out pouring, outcry, WAIL. Release-terrifying release. We rush and cling to it and it pulls us in. We’ve dined on the forbidden fruit. And it is Sooo Sweet. Dance; movable procession of expression. Eyes can’t contain every minute second of muscular movement. Masculine, feminine, and complete. And my sweet lover, I Am Moved. -Jmarie Cummin' The moon makes peace with the stars as I %#&@$! over and over again. My body explodes like the big bang theory I glide on a comet like he's the sun Cuz he got me cummin` over and over again. Sista`s you know how it is when he got you so gone you can't say nuthin` Not ...It's yours daddy, or drop it like it hot or, fix me a sammich or .........nnnnuthin`? Whoa you will excuse me while I freshen up won't you. Okay I caught my composure and put it back in my pocket. Venus and Earth had a double with Jupiter and Ur anus___last night. While he had me cummin over and over again. There was a mete/or shower too. Oh...wait...lemmie slide my passion back into the left corner of my mouth. I stepped on his toes and he on my fingers there was no need for a bed Oh...one second, lemmie ram my secrets back into my desk drawer. He sucked on my neck bones and then lapped his saucer of milk the same way he had licked........every ounce of butterscotch from my fingertips. Oh dayum...hold on a second while I shake these skeletons outta this wig. And then ahhhhhhh *%#&@$!*shiiiiiitttttttttt, dammit, he caught me off guard. Mutha...... ooooooohhhhh shiiiiiit. You trynna make me scream and wake up them bad %#&@$! kids next door and you know they gotta get up early to skip school tomorrow. Waitt....waii oh shhh *fuggit, Lemmie ......... unscrew this fan from under /sigh/ the stove and ummm _ pour this water outta this/puff/ shoe and rub some cocoa butter on/shiver/ the T.V. Incoherence.........I love it. You hungry baby? Let's hit IHOP..haha. |
Jmarie
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When her spirit is restless and in turmoil, New
Orleans native Jennifer Laners turns to her
long-time hobby of writing. Her goal from her
work is to spark dialogue, introspection, and
creativity.
"I want people to think," Ms. Laners says. "I feel
in today's society we don't think about how we
treat others unless we're made to face it head
on."
Ms. Laners, a free-lance media specialist, is
currently at work on her first novel, which she
believes will be a confluence of many life
experiences and observations. Jennifer writes
under the moniker Jmarie.
Orleans native Jennifer Laners turns to her
long-time hobby of writing. Her goal from her
work is to spark dialogue, introspection, and
creativity.
"I want people to think," Ms. Laners says. "I feel
in today's society we don't think about how we
treat others unless we're made to face it head
on."
Ms. Laners, a free-lance media specialist, is
currently at work on her first novel, which she
believes will be a confluence of many life
experiences and observations. Jennifer writes
under the moniker Jmarie.
