MIRROR, mirror

I'm going to whisper to you...softly in your ear...allow the words to ensnare your soul, capture the very breathing living in your chest....

Are you ready? I hope so...

Close your eyes...close them right now.

(Her eyes are closed and her entirety is focused on what is to come. Somewhere off in the backdrop of this scene a soft and familiar song plays, her clue as to what is to come next; the verse is lost on her but the chorus is what makes her lips form a slight, seductive smile.)

Baby I love making love in front of the mirror (In front of the mirror)

So that I can watch you enjoying me (Baby tonight)

Baby tonight let's try in front of the mirror (In front of the mirror)

Watching ourselves make love

Girl why don't we

Ne-Yo, "Mirror", album: "In My Own Words" (2006)

Imagine it...

Think on it...

See it...

Could you imagine being turned on by your naked reflection in the mirror?

Can you think on seeing your body and wanting to share it with your lover?

Could you see yourself making love in a mirror?

Based off what I can only assume was my homegirl's personal FANTASY, this one is a take on that very subject. It is my supreme pleasure to present to you..."Doubled, She". Enjoy.

Doubled, She

(She leaves the basement and, feeling a little unclean about the whole thing, decides to take a shower. It isn’t until she exits the shower that she notices her beautiful caramel skin in the mirror; like Narcissus she falls in love with her reflection. But instead of disappearing after pining away for that reflection, she finds herself thoroughly aroused, wanting nothing more than for someone to share it with her.)

Verse One

Modern waterfall caressed the soft caramels draped upon her outside

Moisture clinging to curves effortless as the skin and waters collide

Unclothed body perfect infinite display as looking glass takes in every aspect

Eyes and mirrors in tandem delight in the sensual felt respect

Bosom slowly rises and falls, quickening at excitement of reflection

Touches against pert nipples in anticipation, the adrenaline injection

Midriff bared and the hourglasses made of epidermis tingles just so

In turns the hips sway and willing hands refuse to release or let go

Fingers desire to tickle lower extremities, clitoris on verges of explosion

Inhibitions seem fleeting in temptations of self-stimulation bring boundaries corrosion

Lips lick in hunger, ravenous to be taken in full on intercourse ballet

Dance within temples longing for worship all night and well into day

Cellular dials connect to willing phallus able to quell infernos in design

Words exchange and confirmations abound, calls end to interrupt the line

Waiting patiently, the bathroom mirror waits alongside to play part in ecstasy

Reflect if it will illuminate being so deep inside of doubled she

Chorus

Reflect this motion in tandem climax

Caramel arousal as skin reacts

In the looking glass as moans abound free

Enjoying the strokes as mirrors the same see

Repeat once

Verse Two

Adonis modern lost in the peaceful resolve of repast without thought

Merely dreams, aspirations are the snare in which all conscious is caught

Pillow topped thrones for rests encircle the broad nature of shoulders to caress

Tight and steel in resolved, the body is more than description, more the bless

Chocolate dropped, melted over frame to drape perfectly without seam

More than near to endless fantasy is this god formed, an ebony dream

Vibrations and music interrupt the peaceful slumbers of wonderful myth

No motions to cease the alarms until maybe fourth or even fifth

That number on display is the digits counting the passion of a soul

Caramel recollections tantalize, regress the tendency to take control

Right now needed is the fix, the foreplay, afterwards, and satisfied conclude

Backwards longing for invasion and for one to forcefully intrude

Clothes simply a foolish necessity despite a disappearance upon arrival

Amid fumbling, strokes in positive positions, angles take desire’s survival

Speeding over to the place where time will mean nothing as passing hour be

Take her to the brink with looking glass watching from other sides, doubled she

Chorus 2xs

Verse Three

Mirror, mirror on the wall mimicking animalistic actions satisfying inherent desires

Lady love looks with eyes as wide as her parted legs embracing the moment and sights seen, perspires

Coitus between the two, igniting parallels of penetration and producing love dew

Refracted images of clenched teeth, scratched back and curled toes is in viewWith each time the length of he presses deeper between her thighs, levels rise

And watching body chemistries combine through a participant’s eyes

Has got miss so turned on by glass representations that muscular tendons are sore

Yielding mutually intensified experience of bliss, comparable to none before

For none before had satisfied this sole solicitors sensual sighs for instant gratification

Consequently, concurring that cute quickies are better than masturbation

Looking glass self sharing facial expression of pain and pressure and pleasure

Squeezing walls tight, inside and out, getting hers by any measure

Hesitant to blink, not wanting to miss a single instant

She tries to hold her climax but seems she can no longer resist it

He plows inside her like the last harvest of the year

Surrendering to climatic peaks she whispers in his ear…“Thank you”

Chorus 2xs

(The two reach climax together, their breathing ragged but pleased. Nine months pass to a grand gift, the greatest gift God could bestow. For six years this boy grew, living with the disorder. Mother couldn’t take it…but father had no choice but made the right one.)

The Jackque Handy Touche...

"...the all natural opiate."

Self love, the all natural opiate. -John Milton (played by Al Pacino), FILM: The Devil's Advocate, 1997

STOP!!

Admittedly, what you read next is not a reflection of what that quote meant...

Narcissism
Pride
Arrogant

A more apropos quote (or blurb rather) would be this:

Sexual stimulation, especially of one's own genitals (self masturbation), often to the point of orgasm

Self-improvement is masturbation. -Tyler Durden (played by Brad Pitt), FILM: Fight Club, 1999

When first asked to write this, I wanted to approach the subject of masturbation from a different perspective. Usually you hear ill of it in the religious sectors...

...some people are ashamed of it. The shame is a part I wanted to add to it for a contrast. In writing it I wanted to exalt it a little bit, almost like it was a nearly blessed ritual...



In the end it turned out rather well and here is the result..."Greatest Ever"...


Greatest Ever

Verse One
Tightly held, gripping the pulse of the moment in cuffed hand
Labored breathing drawn upon satisfaction easel as quietly planned
Smooth fluid motion, a focus on conclusions so right
Alone amongst the future mess amid the dimmed light
Sensitive the touch is, almost as if everything done is correct
Inspiration seems the photographs perused, upon which do movements reflect
Never felt this type of feeling present in the silences of solitaire
Perfect knowledge of how to do this, place the gripping there
Master of the tantric teasing, head and shoulders above all in this endeavor
Do it once more in the hidden repetition, absolutely the greatest ever

Verse Two
Viselike holding on to the completions with four and one unified
Give the focus almost indestructible that nothing else ever supplied
Euphoric recitation without words spoken, more guttural noise than anything
Patient to wait for the surprising that persistence will bring
So right it feels it feels just by being so wrong, wrong the opiate of the masses
The feeling of necessity will come but afterwards it passes
So does the man, spent, tired, longing to lay a body down rest
Gotten the desires off minds and the yelling off the chest
Kama sutra nearly, a mere sense of grasp is too clever
Close eyes and recollect the sounding joy; that was the greatest ever

Verse Three
Focuses upon nothing else, dare not look away from the unity here
Waiting for the overwhelming quench of a mouthless thirst to appear
Called happiness, called the quickest fix, called the time killer
All names true but now call this a Jackson similar as a thriller
Concentrations on nothing else, no notice for the opening of doors
Just a little longer, just a little bit more
Steps creak from the domiciled heavens as one such descends
Worry later about that, we have almost reached the ends
Eruptions cover and eyes roll back to the whites of forever
Caught in the act, ashamed; still…it was the greatest ever

Mother-What the hell are you doing down here? (looks, disgusted) Are you jacking off?

Son-Mom…it’s not what it looks like…

Mother-You’re down here playing with yourself? That is sick…

Son-(cries, ashamed) Get out of here, Mom…get out.

Mother-(walks back upstairs) Nasty bastard…


Until the next...
-Lucius Black, LBK

Porno Pauses...ok, PDA Pausings (better)

Public displays of affection run rampant...it's an everyday thing seen in EVERY place you could go, be, or exist...

...as always with anything there is ALWAYS one person or groups of persons willing to stretch the boundaries of a definition...

IMAGINE...

...making love on the steps of a public place, your passions on display for any and all to see.

The concept of this song is basically that; two LOVERS caught in the moment, admonish each other with lusting praises and sultry rhythms. These words, theirs and those of the shocked onlookers, are spoken in passionate Spanish dialects...put all this together and you have the first song off The Illest Alive..."Steps To Passion"...enjoy.


Steps To Passion
Female VO-Eso se siente tan bueno, Papi

Verse One
On the pulse of the corridors two bodies intertwine adultery
Hungry, nearly ravenous; the sensual chocolate violent to unwrap candy
Knowledge surrounds the feverish in the passionate fumbling
Skins slick with sweat as the motions create rhythms and repetition
Steps have duty to hold the sensual affairs of intercourses steady
Strong here amid the splayed masses reaching peaks unclimbed


Old Woman-¿Qué hacen ellos?


Old Man-Se parece a ellos hacen el amor.


Old Woman-¿Delante de la biblioteca? ¿No tienen ellos vergüenza?


Verse Two
Male collaborator to the grand sinning continues to push
Depths and heights with willing sorceress to complete spells mystic
Breathing in sharp intakes, yells to heavenward comes with frequency
Claws in humanity forms dig ditches in the place behind the king, exposed to all
Eyes close, focus ensues, every nerve tensed for the approach ending fantastic
All around mere nothing for what is to come


Female VO-Mantenga ir...


Male VO-Permita que los vecinos oigan...


Female VO-Soy casi allí...


Verse Three
Trivial surroundings of noise interrupt not the proceedings
Barks and sounds of the daily routine cease not stroking
Close, closer to making the ending just right
Just like anything she had ever felt before in this living
The tensing of muscles, the shaking, gripping shoulders
Finished perfectly before everyone willing to look out of a window


(The remote control is picked up and the fingers rewind back to the favorite scene. The other hand seems immersed in its own pleasuring…the greatest ever.)

Until the next...
-Lucius Black, LBK

I am the...ILLEST Alive-Explanation

As defined by urbandictionary.com, the word 'ILLEST' means about FIVE different things...allow me to eludicate a little further...

1. Nothing better than




2. The maddest, sickest, best shit




3. The tightest, the best, the most gutta, the sickest




4. The sickest,meanest, bad ass rhymes or mind




5. The most ill

So to call oneself or anything associated with the 'Illest Alive' is to imply that you are one or all of the aforementioned things...

Wait a moment.

Let me give you the genesis of this whole thing before I go any farther.

It all started one day when I was walking near my cousin's apartment who I was living with at the time. I had always been enthralled by the graffiti that I seen living in Atlanta, this day being no exception. While on my homeward trek I noticed a electrical box emblazoned with three words written in graffiti art style-The Illest Alive. Having a camera phone I took a picture of it and after I did ideas for an album started coming to me. Being how I am about things I wanted to approach this concept a little differently; in my thinking anyone can write an album about a concept or a set theme but to write an album based upon stringing random ideas together would be, for lack of a better term, ILL. One of my friends had already given a random song idea involving a male being caught masturbating by his mother and upon completing that song (yea, I wrote it...) I fugured any ideas that she could come up with would be random enough for what I was trying to do...

She rose to the occasion magnificently and here is what I got:

Random topics from the mind of a miracle…

1. Create a song about a young single father raising an autistic child

2.Do one on facebook spring break pictures

3.Describe an old woman driving and accidently hitting and killing a young woman and her 3 month old child

4.Create a song about a woman falling in love with her 18 year old son and cheating on her husband by having an affair with her child

5.American being kidnapped in Mexico

6.Love at first fight… interpret however you want

7.Atheist being converted into a believer by a former meth addict

8.Being hunger but not eating a muffing sitting outside of the train station because you are afraid a homeless man has pissed on it

9.Someone trying to make a relationship work when one person is asexual and the other is hypersexual

10.Describe a situation when someone smokes weed, gets drunk, takes x pills, and snorts cocain to prove how much of a friend she was only to end up a prostitute for a parttime pimp/police officer

11.A woman being so turned on by her own naked appearance in the mirror that she calls her boo for a quickie right in the bathroom in the mirror so that she can enjoy watching herself enjoy him

12.Delve into the mind of a baby and explore what he/she is thinking as the understand the world

13.Aliens and anal probing

14.Feeding a dog weed brownies and watching him get high

Suffice to say I was impressed with the topics and even more impressed with how I was so readily able to connect these random ideas in one flowing stream of action...

With that being said, may I present to you....THE ILLEST ALIVE