You return and everything falls back into place

The birds are as loud as they've ever been

They sing in a chorus by my open window

They move in unison and rise and fall together

You return and all my problems fall back

They fall back like girls fall back when they find out he's textin someone else

They fall back like girls fall

They fall back like summer just ended

You return and I can no longer speak

I no longer desire too

Fill me with kisses, I beg of you

Let your words be mine in that my tongue connects with yours

Let my tongue connect with yours and we speak in tongues

No one else understands but us

You return and I can finally breathe again

I gasp for fresh air

That only you can bring

So pure and peaceful when it's entering

You return and I don't try to make poems

The poems make themselves

Can it still be called poeTRY?

You return and you find me

You return and I find myself

You return and God finds me

You return and God finds himself

tied between should I let her drown in him? or should I let him drown?

You return and take the attention away from higher things

In saving each other, we will damage ourselves

You return and my life is yours

You return and love returns

Please return my love

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The white door of the Albany apartment slams shut and he drops his duffel bag on the carpeted floor by my boots. The living room is dark, with only the light of dawn seeping through the window and no curtain to cover it. He stares at me, intent strong on his face. His eyes lock on mine and his jaw clenches, printing out his perfect jawline. In that moment he looks like something straight out of a Men's magazine but even better, because it's so real. He is so present that I feel myself getting flustered. His grey sweatpants hang off his waist easily in the way that I love. His muscles peak through the white crew neck shirt, it wasn't impossible to see that he had worked out the last few months of prison. This is the best he has ever looked. His chocolate skin looks like night itself.

I reach for the lights to my right and as my fingers touch the switch, he pins my hand to the wall, leaving us to the darkness. The movement is so swift that I pull in a quick breath. Even in the dark, I can see his face, the light outlining every sharp feature, his chiseled body is only inches away from mine. He doesn't smile, he doesn't speak. He stares at me like I've done something inexcusable. He pins my other hand to the wall and crosses one over the other. He reaches down, his lips so close to mine I can already feel it's eager caress. But he doesn't kiss me. He uses one hand to hold my hands in place above my head and the other hand slides into my pants, straight into my underwear and down the middle piece of flesh between my thighs. His middle finger glides forcefully deep into me. I'm so moist that I hear the liquid swish to adjust to the entrance.

I groan soft without noticing the sound has left my mouth. It sounds foreign. Trevon leaves his eyes set on mine, pulls his finger back and sinks it in deeper, harder. His finger begins to hit something perfect inside of me, something right. He uses it to penetrate me faster, his hand moving in an organized frenzy, his eyes set on mine. Slowly I lose my mind. My head falls back, hitting the wall too hard and I moan so loud and inconsistent that I scare even myself. I feel it building, I feel the tension in my body growing, ready to cave into itself. My hands struggle to get out of his grip, but I can barely move. And then there it is. The release. I groan the loudest I ever have and feel my insides clamp around his finger. My body shakes and my chest moves up and down, my breath unable to find itself. He removes his fingers.

"One." He speaks for the first time. His eyes lock on mine once more, jaw still clenched.

I am confused, I look at him, desire creasing my eyes. My eyebrows pointed down. Before I can find words, his fingers move to my mouth. I suck it into my mouth, tasting myself. I watch his face, he loses control only momentarily.

He releases me from his hold and my hands fall, they are sore. Easily he pulls my shirt over my head. He unhooks my bra and lets it fall. Trevon stares at my body like he's never seen it before, want so secure in his eyes, I can feel myself getting moist just being in the presence of such appreciation.

He pulls my pants off my waist and kneels before me as he slides them off with my silk purple panties still inside them. He throws them to the side. I stand before him naked, my body waiting. His course hands travel up my waist then side. I can feel prison through them, the hard labor, the strength, the power, the control. His head presses against my stomach and I try hard to settle my breathing to an even in and out. He pulls me down onto the floor, my back against the wall, he opens my legs, wide and he stares right between my thighs. Desire courses his eyes ones again.

I hear him pull in a deep breath as he begins to kiss down my stomach. He grabs my thighs and kisses up the inside of my legs. He bites slow and I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

He kisses back down my leg and then kisses the very middle of my thighs carefully. My chest moves up and down too fast and I give up on controlling my breathing as his tongue too lightly sweeps into me.

"Ughhh." I let out quietly.

I feel his grip on my thighs tighten, he spreads my legs wider and slides his tongue deep into me, killing any control I thought I had. I hiss and lean my head back and close my eyes as I see God himself.

I feel him stop and pull away from me. I look down quickly to see why and he stares at me sternly.

"Watch." He commands.

His eyes lock on mine and he sucks the piece of flesh into his mouth making my toes curl into the carpet. My mouth opens and I try to moan but it comes out as a sigh of complete shock. He sees everything. His tongue moves slow and then speeds up. I feel my vision blurring as water builds up in my eyes. My body struggles with appropriate responses. A tear falls down my cheek as his tongue strokes the perfect place too many times in the same time frame. I feel the build again. So present that I place my hands on his head and push him back, not wanting to release so soon again. He doesn't budge and my body convulses immediately after. I stop watching him as my head falls back and I lose my voice moaning too loud for the hundredth time in the last few minutes.

"Two." I hear him say as my eyes are still closed and my breathing still off.

He stands to his feet and I can see the too present bulge in his pants. He pulls his shirt over his head, exposing abs I've never even seen before. A part of me groans. I mess up any plans he has to continue and pull his pants off immediately. I ease his briefs over his hip then suck him into my mouth. I watch his jaw clench as his length enters the warmth. He tastes so good, so much better than I remember. I move all of him into my mouth and run my tongue around the tip. He smells as good as he tastes. His scent has filled my nose all day.

"Mmm." He mumbles, fists clenched. His fists loosen and his fingers wrap into my hair. He pushes my head down further and I choke. I pull back and move my lips again from base to tip. I begin moving my mouth up and down his shaft, taking as much of him as I possibly can. He holds my head away from him swiftly. I know he does it because he doesn't want to come yet. I know he is fighting with himself. I look up at him and stick my tongue out. My eyes innocent.

I want to say 'put in right here.' But he knows why my tongue is out.

He holds his dick in his hand and taps it on my tongue twice.

"You're gonna drive me crazy." He says so soft I almost don't hear it.

I suck him into my mouth and run my teeth softly along his shaft as he probes himself deeper, the tip rubbing against the back of my throat.

He likes that, I can tell. I can tell because his face is distorted. If I didn't know better, I would think he was in pain. But his expression reads nothing but pleasure.

Make him come.

My brain says to me. All this time in prison and he only wants to cater to my needs. Oh Trevon, you selfless creature.

I run my tongue right around the tip then suck him back into my mouth as deep as I can manage. He grunts and pulls back, quickly. I reach for him again and this time he allows me to get as far into my throat as I can. He pulls my head away from him so fast that I worry. His eyes close and he takes a deep breath. I am pleased with myself. I am pleased with how easily I can make him explode if I wanted, but I know he won't let me yet. He's had this all planned out months in advance. I can tell. He moves like he has a blueprint to follow.

Without warning, Trevon picks me up off the floor and wraps one hand around my throat. Immediately, I lose the power.

He uses his other hand to rub his length against the middle of my thighs then thrusts in deep without warning. I feel myself tighten around him and as he pulls back, the tension builds up once again.

He moves both hands to my neck and presses down at the same time that he is sinking in slowly. I release again. Not expecting it, my body weakens and my insides contract. Moisture spills onto his tip. I watch it drip off.

"Three." He breathes.

He walks me to the kitchen counter, turns me around, bends me over and slaps my ass so hard it stings. Before I can speak he slides into me deep and hard again. He knows that there is great strength in his strokes when I don't expect them. He knows that I like how it feels right when he enters. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Ughhh!" I scream.

He penetrates me, his hands hold my waist and pull me against him, his length getting so deep I feel him deep in my stomach. I cannot control my moans and I stop trying. Trevon pushes my back in, so it is arched how he likes it and then he grabs a handful of my hair.

I moan louder feeling the tension building again.

"Come on that dick." He commands.

Immediately, I orgasm as he is deep inside me. He stays deep in, feeling me pulsate around his length. Why does his confidence turn me on so much, why is it that my body does as told?

"Good girl." He compliments. I bit my lips hiding a proud smile.

He picks me up and sets me on the kitchen counter. He places my legs up on the counter and holds them open.

Trevon playfully moves his shaft against me.

"Say four." He says.

As my mouth opens to say what I am told, he slides right back into me, easy as I am still dripping wet.

"Four." I moan out.

"Mhm." He nods. I watch his length sliding inside and out of me. Moisture piling on to him every time he enters.

"You count now, count for me baby." He says sternly. His hand moves to my throat and he sinks into me deeper and slower.

"Four." I moan louder than the last. He speeds up.

"Four." I say again.

He begins to hit a heavenly spot and already I feel myself pulsating against him.

"Four." I scream leaning my head back. He keeps up his speed seeming to know when I am so close. My breathing peaks and I feel him let go of my neck, I gasp for air as I come.

"Ughhhhh five!" I say as he pulls out quickly. I watch as I release liquid that flies around the kitchen. I stare between my legs as it continues in spurts.

He taps between my legs three times, right where it came from. He slides two fingers into me and I feel his fingers bend inside of me and massage the spot he was hitting before. I push his hand back but he doesn't move it.

"Ughhhh." I breath.

"Wait, wait, wait!" I scream feeling myself get closer and closer.

He continues, watching as my eyes roll back into my head. Liquid spews onto his entire arm.

"Six." He says easily.

"Oh my God." I stare at him in shock.

He backs away from me and watches as I attempt to get back to myself. I lay down on the counter, directing my attention to the ceiling. Slowly losing my mind.

Exhausted.

He breathes out a long exhale, containing himself.

"Fuck." I hear him mumble. Was I driving him crazy too?

Of course I was.

He cricks his neck and opens the refrigerator. I hear movement, but I cannot even look up to see what is going on. He pulls me up so I am again sitting on the counter and puts a cup of ice water to my lips.

I drink, my breathing still giving me a problem. The water is refreshing, I didn't realize I was thirsty at all. Is he so in sync with my body that he knows when I need fluids? Or is it because I have lost so much?

He kisses my head, then my nose, then my lips. His lips are warm against mine. His skin smooth against my own. Oh, how I have missed him.

He hands me the cup of water and I continue drinking.

He pushes my legs up on the counter and kisses down the middle of my legs, he pulls the piece of flesh into his mouth again and I stop drinking and bite my lips watching him. Long eyelashes, almond eyes, thick lips pressed against me. Oh God.

"Drink." He commands, interrupting my thoughts.

"I can't." I whine. He sweeps his tongue into me again. I moan out.

"Drink." He says firmly.

I put the cup back to my mouth and begin to swallow. His tongue begins to stroke my clit. I stop drinking and drop the water on the floor. It spills but he doesn't stop. I am completely wet all over again. How is it possible to even come this many times?

"Why did you drop the water?" He asks authoritative.

He holds his hard dick up between my legs again.

"Why did you drop the water?" He questions again. He slides in achingly slow and I moan carefully watching him.

"I can't focu- Ughhh." I attempt to respond but hes as deep as he can go.

"You're going to be dehydrated. Is that what you want? " He asks, slightly out of breath.

I shake my head.

"Who's gonna clean that up?" He questions sinking into me deeper.

I moan out loud leaning my head back.

He redirects my gaze to him.

"Answer me." He has a slick smile on his face. He was having fun. He was having fun while I was on the verge of another orgasm.

"You feel so good." I manage to get out.

He loses control momentarily. I see his face weaken. He can't help it when I talk back to him.

"I love the way you fu-" I begin but his hands go up to my neck and he sinks into me so deep that I can't finish. I move back slightly.

"Don't run." He says. This sends me off the edge.

He moves close and sinks so deep into me, picking up a crazy amount of speed. I feel the tension build so fast this time, there is nothing left that I can do.

"Ahhh." He lets out.

I feel myself completely tighten around him as I release once again.

"Shit!" He grunts.

Quickly he pulls out and releases the most come I have ever seen, on my stomach.

He collapses onto the wet kitchen floor helpless.

"Mmmmm seven." I giggle.

"Seven." He repeats after me, a tinge of cockiness.

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Trevon cleaned the entire mess we made while I was asleep. I don't know how I got to my bed, or when I put on clothes but I wake up in my dark room on the fluffy comforter I left here with my move to California. I hear the low mumbling of the TV in the living room. I take the blanket that is wrapped around me and walk to the living room with it like a cape.

I see this beautiful black man in my couch, cuddled up with cereal. He smiles up at me easy.

"Look who's alive." He comments.

I climb in beside him and he puts his cereal down to hold me. I close my eyes and accept all the small kisses being placed on my face.

"Spoiled baby." He mumbles into my ear.

"Mhm." I say like a child.

He breathes a laugh.

"So this where you been at? In ya nice lil condo? All by yourself?" Trevon drops into the white glances around the apartment that Mac had bought for me. I pull his strong arms around my body.

"Yea, this is where I stay when I come visit. But I'm never here anymore." I respond. His nose moves to my cheek and his warm breath draws me closer, involuntarily.

"You be all the way in Cali now? That's why Flex told you I was out, when I asked him not to." Trevon smiles. I return his smile and nod. This is the first time since he's been out that we have gotten to be alone. He visited his Mother and sister yesterday and I stayed in a hotel, not wanting to go back to the Ville.

I asked them if I could steal him away for a day and they agreed. So we have the apartment to ourselves until tomorrow, or really until whenever we chose to leave.

"So you took a plane as soon as you found out?" He questions surprised.

"A plane and a cab. We landed in Philly and our flight was delayed... I had to make it to you on time." I say quietly.

His face goes serious and he stares at me so intently, I want to melt.

"You left the airport and cabbed it 2 hours from Philly.." I nod staring into his eyes.

"I appreciate that, really." He says soft.

"Had to be there." I respond. "You're out early. What happened?" I question looking up at him. I've been waiting to ask. Waiting till he's finally settled. He looks at me with those amazing eyes. His lips press into a hard line and I can see his dimples.

"Good behavior and the jail was running out of space. They didn't have room for me and I didn't have too much time left. Guess I got lucky." He answers.

There seems to be something else behind it but for now, I leave it alone. It's silent for a few moments as we enjoy just the comfort of each other. He turns my face to his and a soft kiss massages my lips.

"I love you." Trevon says. "Thanks for waiting."