MUSE....Coming Soon...

To all of my friends/readers who are on my list of individuals to get this book first, we're still on schedule for a late fall release of the book MUSE (Volume 1) : Erotika Unveiled. I've been very excited about this project as I construct the different elements to be incorporated into this work. I've kept one goal in mind through the whole process: GIVE MY READERS WHAT THEY WANT!

So, the words will speak for themselves and the personal experiences that I submit as my own little diary entries in the book should give you a better look into where my mind was when I wrote your favorite piece ;).

HEADS UP on the following updates:

*MUSE (Volume 1) has a book release of late Fall. No tentative date has been set yet, but I will forward updates to each of you personally should you need more than one copy.

*The E-store will be available very soon! This is the part of the campaign that I have been so psyched about. T-shirts, hoodies, water bottles, and of course a little bit of naughtiness will be available for purchase through my site www.isissun.com in the coming weeks. LOOK FOR IT!

*Finally, if you are not on my pre-order list, please send me your email to isissunpoetry@gmail.com and let me know your contact information and how many you are looking to purchase ('cause you already know this book will make an excellent Christmas gift ;)) You can also contact me through the website by filling out the contact form.

MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF YOU for your patience, and constant support during this campaign. I love you all...

Always,

I.s

LAUNCHING OF NEW WEBSITE

I finally launched my new website, www.isissun.com. Whew! It took some sleepless nights, cookies and cream ice cream binges, angry chil'ren 'cause mommy was gettin' a little too busy, but...in the end. It all came together. Sure, I need some tweaks here and there, but I feel rejuvenated from laying one project somewhat to rest....YESSSS.... :)

Much love to all who've continued to support me...

I.s

A Moment with Zora...

"I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands."
--Zora Neale Hurston


This happens to be one of my all time favorite quotes from American folklorist Zora Neale Hurston. She managed to pull apart our minds with the wit and "spunk" of flavorful words full of passionate prose that told stories of good times, hard times, and everything in between.

When I examine my own pen as the flowing ship drawn to the beacon of light that is Hurston's legacy, I realize how important embracing her message of cultural continuity through vast and vibrant introspection of the world is.

Thought for the day: My cerebral ink should stain the masses. My hope is that the spot doesn't fade.


I.s

Poignant Ruse

Resolutions became
personifications of an undignified past
presently occupied inside love’s coffin.
Buried alive without the will to outlast,
holding breath steadily, waiting for the seal to crack.

:::::

He said
I’ll be right back. I’ll stay right here.
I said
I started burning bridges, and meddled with fear.
Circumstances confronted
to lay our misguided plans.
We dialogued in harmony,
but forgot to forgive our hands..
My hands touched him, not like before.
We were losing, slowly.
He kissed my forehead, while
I implored,

:::::

“Take my dreams inside your own.
I need safety.
Driving with you down this road
Has made me realize
I don’t feel so safe after all..”


Baby?

:::::

Distant looks of disappointment
peering close to visualize the visuals
I induced.
He saw
A fixed truce.
Threw the cards down, since the game
Was labeled as a poignant ruse.

:::::

But, no…let’s not think that.
Games are for those who have time
To play them.
Bonds exist for those who vow never
To break them.
Hence, the trick is….



You
just have to trust
Me.


But, trust doesn’t come that easy.
Now does it?

Afterglow's Sunrise

Silent gestures equivalent to soft nudges
Pullin’ at temptation’s fibers for solicitation.
He maneuvers quiet moments into
“Baby, are you up?”
.
.‘mmm, yes.
you feel that?
.
Playful smacks meldin’ soft caresses
To arrest the early mornin’ senses.
Back arched to free space for tongue’s rightful place,
Sendin’ muffled echoes into the lusty shadows
Of the risin’ sun’s embrace.
.
.’mmm, wait
let me taste..
.
Previous week’s stresses fall to the waist
Cupped horizons meltin’ warmth around
Her mellowed goodness…movement melodic with
The slide and spill of his vigorous stick.
.
like this
.’mmm..
take it..
.
Hips pointed to heaven,
Last night’s frolic formin’ frizzy locks
Anchored between his fingers.
He sees her gasp in a raspy voice..
Choices forbidden to get away from his..
.
let it flow, baby
that..
sweet honey’s mist..
.’mmm…
.
***SHIT***

Penchant

Passports
pre-packaged
Outlining expectations
Bridging failed love with prospects
Of promised compotations
His hands plan long getaways,
Riding ocean waves
Booked strategically for a few days.
Passing heartache led astray
With contextual presuppositions
Making “Yes,” mean more than
Empty and weak suppositions.
Bubbles kiss the rim of the glass as
The night air catches my grasps of
Memories unfettered.
I ask if it can get any better –
And he emphatically replies,
“It just did”..
Replacing the loosened cap with
A tightly twisted lid,
He sealed in tomorrow with a one-way ticket,
Perfect mood, and a reason for lips to grin.
Sending kisses across earth’s perimeter,
He coddled love in hands feeling for
Future plans on future planes.
Slow wine while rain finds the window pane,
Shall we see where new love takes old pain?

Revivify

Adoring.
Exploring avenues meant
For me and you to
Sit quietly.
Breathing in frankincense and myrrh.
I’d hoped that you would come back sooner
After seeing me like this…
Wishing you could wrap your secluded lips
Around my essence standing.
Alone.
Disbanding my heart within the realm of our moans.
__


Guess what?

__

I loved you when your eyes were shut.
And you couldn’t see me for what I was.
What I am still.
Breathing in the Nile as if life instilled its visions
Within my breath.
The portion of you that kept me yearning was poured
Upon my head in sweet libations.
Distant…….vibrations….
Caressing latitude so longitude would connect us…
Undress us and our constant fears
Of being alone.
I wait.
Naturally. Unabated.
Holding faith in full hearts since that’s where we made it.
It’s been so long since I felt my tear-infested cheeks cupped
And I heard you say,
__


Guess what?

__

I loved you when the ties were cut.
And my vocalizations for us remained unfathomably shut.
Clouded thoughts overtook and ultimately stopped
Our need to be needed.
Love cheated and we lost.
Yet, and still…
You paid at all costs. Just to be with me….
Still.

Chocolate Divine

you remind me of dark chocolate, 95%.
that real grade. made with pure cocoa
and a taste the tastebuds wouldn’t believe.

you have that taste laced with
Crème filling pre-filled for those
'eat to your fill’ moments.

smooth, churned to perfection
allowing my milk to melt over the base,
igniting flavors meant to compliment the taste.

That chocolate coats face
for hours at a time….causing sweet tooth
to suffer from too much sugar packed in
so little time.

you got that….mocha divine.
that full access pass to sample topless tapas
and make love between mounds of joy
rubbing cock’s mess into cacao’s nest.

mmm..i digress..

let me profess a little more
‘cause I don’t think you heard me before…

((baby))


I got a jones for a piece of you
sprinkled on me, then basted as a thick glaze
succulent sweet and invading every portal
feeding needs with…a cocky fix.


chocolate….
you remind me of that dark chocolate, 95%.

[[the Other 5?]]

pure decadence.


damn baby……

Roses Into Rosebuds

Roses turn into rosebuds moving like
The sea breathing scents I miss.
Brushing my senses flawlessly to make perfect
Seem like a flaw.
Can’t describe the awe as inspiring, just something I need.

A perception perceived with accurate precision.
I fall inside, never looking up.
I fall outside, never peering in.
Because truthfully, I don’t care what happens.
As long as the happening begins..
And then,
We fall. In some sort of love.

And I say,
I love you.
And you say,
I want you.

The feeling just permeates, without negation.
Without….the sensation of loss.
I criminalized this feeling only so far as
I became my own judge, jury, and prison.
Inside. The wanting.

Roses turn into rosebuds moving like
The essence raging freely into my
Tumultuous emotional tributaries.
Flogging me into submission, making me think
Submission is good…needed…
So the crave can be – heeded to.

And I can’t deny,
I love you.
I want you.
And you say,

Nothing.

Morning Verses

The sun crept through my window this morning. I tried to use my sheets to shield myself from the rays that were way too bright. But, the warmth of its comfort took over and I was forced to stretch, yawn, and start the day a little earlier than usual. Breakfast was a mental exercise first. How many lines in this piece could I churn out before my stomach growled for the first time? The stanzas flowed for about five minutes and then OJ called and bagels scoped out the wherabouts of cream cheese...

I get hungry for verses before food.

I.s

erotika defined

sexiness within the lines that create and confirm erotik poetry. this is my. I write the essence of sex and sensuality in a way that can draw the reader in to my most intimate feelings about the communion of lust, taboos, and the unbridled tendencies of two people "enjoying" each other. this is erotika to me.

i.s