SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Random Thoughts Play: Random Thoughts Of Inspiration!

RANDOM THOUGHTS OF INSPIRATION BY: Literary Diva BTR

*Visionary aspects of divine sentiments hold your eye still to capture time in a portal of evolution.

*Juicy summer gets close to smooth skin as it drips with sweet sweat and tap dances softly with innocent play on play.

*Brain soaks up yummy goodness and climax at the speed of light.

*Laughing hysterically keeps time captured in a small box if only for a moment.

*Trembling corpuscles hits you like girlish play as your foreplay controls the moment.

*Salacious egos say touch me, tease me, and baby please me.

*Climatic whispers intrude the body at the speed of light; only to feel the take over and hide into psychotic vulnerability.

*Love bubbles drip blissful foreplay in my eardrum to only turn my body into a harp.

*Seeing is believing, as seeing is truth and believing is evolution.

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INSPIRED BY...

What are you inspired by? Who are you inspired by? What tickles your insides for you to write something down?

These are questions we ask ourselves as writers all the time, as there's always something to get inspired by.

Inspiration comes from many different things. Things that we see, taste, hear, touch, lick, smell etc...

It's in moments when our senses are working we are inspired and I mean very inspired. It's something we all have, we just have to tap into it.

Today; get inspired by something you love, like, want, need, or that something that tickles the depths of your soul. 

You never know where it may take you in your story.

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: In Particular!

IN PARTICULAR BY: Djuna Barnes

WHAT loin-cloth, what rag of wrong
    Unpriced?
What turn of body, what of lust
Undiced?
So we’ve worshipped you a little
More than Christ.






















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THE ART OF WHAT TO SAY!

What to say, how to say it, and how to put it all together to bring out your message.

That's the art of what to say. It's how you manipulate your words and put your own twist on it.

It's about bringing forth your own style of communication, and making it relatable to rest of society.

Today; think about your communication and what message you want to bring forth.

Remember, it's all about putting your twist on it and making it unique to you.

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: To A Cabaret Dancer!

TO A CABARET DANCER BY: Djuna Barnes

A THOUSAND lights had smitten her
       Into this thing;
Life had taken her and given her
        One place to sing.

She came with laughter wide and calm;
        And splendid grace;
And looked between the lights and wine
        For one fine face.

And found life only passion wide
        ’Twixt mouth and wine.
She ceased to search, and growing wise
        Became less fine.

Yet some wondrous thing within the mess
        Was held in check:— Was missing as she groped and clung
        About his neck.

One master chord we couldn't sound
        For lost the keys,
Yet she hinted of it as she sang
        Between our knees.

We watched her come with subtle fire
        And learned feet,
Stumbling among the lustful drunk
        Yet somehow sweet.

We saw the crimson leave her cheeks
        Flame in her eyes;
For when a woman lives in awful haste
        A woman dies.

The jests that lit our hours by night
        And made them gay,
Soiled a sweet and ignorant soul
        And fouled its play.

Barriers and heart both broken—dust
        Beneath her feet.
You've passed her forty times and sneered
        Out in the street.

A thousand jibes had driven her
        To this at last;
Till the ruined crimson of her lips
        Grew vague and vast.

Until her songless soul admits
        Time comes to kill;
You pay her price and wonder why
        You need her still.

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FLOWING AND SHOWING!

Writing gives us that feeling of release and awareness that we just don't get anywhere else. Staring back at your words tells you something about yourself in more ways than we care to admit.

Then there's other times when we are writing and we are flowing and showing our abilities to tell a story.  A good flow in writing is worth having when we are trying to tell a story because it enables us to enjoy the experience. 

Today flow and show in your writing. Whether writing in your personal journal, or for publication, having a good flow in your writing allows for a good show of your work.

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Seen From The "L" !

SEEN FROM THE "L" BY: Djuna Barnes

So she stands—nude—stretching dully
Two amber combs loll through her hair
A vague molested carpet pitches
Down the dusty length of stair.
She does not see, she does not care
It’s always there.

The frail mosaic on her window
Facing starkly toward the street
Is scribbled there by tipsy sparrows—
Etched there with their rocking feet.
Is fashioned too, by every beat
       Of shirt and sheet.

Sill her clothing is less risky
Than her body in its prime,
They are chain-stitched and so is she
Chain-stitched to her soul for time.
Ravelling grandly into vice
Dropping crooked into rhyme.
Slipping through the stitch of virtue,
       Into crime.

Though her lips are vague as fancy
In her youth—
They bloom vivid and repulsive
As the truth.
Even vases in the making
       Are uncouth.

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WRITE TO ORGANIZE YOUR THOUGHTS!

Writing daily is a way to help us gather our thoughts and put them in order. It's a way to give us a visual picture of what we want our message to be.

Sometimes our thoughts have a tendency to get jumbled up, so therefore, we find it hard to think straight.
Taking the time to write daily allows us to break free of that, and get organized.

Today; take an oath to write daily, so that you can organize your thoughts. 

Remember the more you write, the clearer your message will ultimately be.

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WRITE ALL ABOUT IT!

If you have something to say; say it!

Writing all about it what we have to say is what most of us should do; but we don't.

It's so important as a writer to entertain the small thoughts that come in our mind as well as those big ideas.  When we do, it truly gives us an out, but most of all it, leaves room for those large ideas to flourish.

Today; write all about your thoughts, no matter how small or large. You never know what could be brewing for you as you pen whatever is on your mind.

Happy writing!

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Short Story Play: Deep In Carmel...Or So I Thought!

DEEP IN CARAMEL BY: Literary Diva BTR

Smooth, slow, and fine is Caramel Jones. I see him going and coming with his long lean muscular body down Constitution Ave everyday. This brother really has it going on. Back in the day I wasn’t too fond of Caramel Jones. Let’s just say he wasn’t my type. I’ve known Mr. Caramel Jones just about all my life. He was the nerdy bookworm type, and let’s just say I was the Benita apple bum girl that wouldn’t give him the time of the day.

Now things are different. We still in live in chocolate city as they call it, D.C. We’ve grown into mature adults and I see him very different. He’s not the bookworm nerdy type anymore, and I am still the Benita apple bum girl, but more refined and professional. Caramel Jones has been on my mind since I heard he got elected to the senate. Young handsome and ready to take on the world is Caramel Jones.

As I go about my daily grind on capital hill I see him in passing. I’m not sure if he remembers me, but maybe I’ll nudge him a little to re-introduce myself. At this point it’s all about Caramel Jones and me. Taking the plunge into something as fine as that is what I am determined to do! As I dream of Mr. Caramel Jones I start to sweat and peak like no other time in my life. This man has me on fire and I want him more and more. All I can say is this man has my mind on lock. If I want this reunion I better make it happen.

Getting up to start my day I have butterflies in my stomach. I put on my nice suit and my spanx to make sure all that should not jiggle won’t. I grab my coffee mug and I am out the door for my chance meeting with Mr. Caramel Jones. Walking to the door to leave for work is like getting ready for the best love fest of my life. My head is spinning and I feel the passion burning in me as the blood rush through my body for the meeting with Mr. Caramel Jones. As I walk up on the hill I am jittery and eager. I see him and I can’t say anything. Seeing him walking by me, I feel like I’m still and I that’s how I know I’m in the present. My brief case drops as he walks by me. I stop and bend down to pick up my mess. “I thought I blew it…this wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” I see him doubling back to help me. This I didn’t plan on, but its working. As he comes back to help me pick up my mess that fell out of my brief case, I hurry to fix myself. He comes over to me and says “you need any help with that?” As he says that in a nice deep tone, I melt but only inside. I just want to fall to the ground. However, that can’t happen because these folks will think I’m a lunatic. I look up at him and I say “no that’s ok, I can manage.” If only he knew that I wanted more than his help. As he took it upon his self to help me I made a point to say “hey don’t I know you?” “I believe we went to school together.” He looks at me as if he was thinking. “Yes I do remember you…Shawn right?” “Yes it’s me in the flesh.” “Wow Shawn it’s been years since I’ve seen you.” “Yes I know Jason “aka” (Caramel).” “Congratulations on your election to the senate, it’s been definitely a long time.” “Thank you Shawn, and how are you doing?” “I’ve been doing great; you know the daily grind of capital hill.” As Caramel was talking to me, I was bubbling up and wanted him to wrap those strong arms around me.

When we finally finished picking up my mess, I smiled at him I see him smiling back, but eyeing me up and down. I’m thinking to myself “yes please look all you want Mr. Fine Caramel Jones, check me out.” At that moment we were silent, it seemed like an eternity, but it was only a split second. As he turned to leave I said to him “are you free to meet for coffee some time?” He looks at me like what she’s asking me! If only he was really thinking that. The real truth is he wasn’t thinking that because he smiled and told me no, he was married. That was crushing, because I wanted to connect with him. I looked at him and said “okay then I’ll see you around some time.” He smiled at me with those chocolate lips and those white teeth and walked away. As I walked off and went into my building to start my day, I thought to myself, “should I be a bad girl and get at him anyway, or should I be a good girl and leave well enough alone?” It was burning in me to be the bad girl and get at Mr. Caramel Jones. If only I could pull it off. As the day went on I was contemplating about snatching up my man Caramel Jones. It’s easy to be the bad girl and do something bad, but should I really? Well it would be fun to be sneaky and be with a man that is fine. It’s more fun then I’ve had in such a long time.

I constantly day dreamed throughout the work day about being knee deep in Caramel. As the work day ended I was asked by one of my co-workers Tony to join him for an after work drink. I politely declined. I’ve gone out with Tony before, and he’s a bit boring. I even went back to his place to continue our little date. Needless to say it turned into an evening I care not to remember. During my date with Tony, back at his place he started to come on to me, in his corny way. I hadn’t had any action in such a long time that I took the bait and decided to get my groove on. OMG! It was the worst time in the bedroom I had ever had. I could tell Tony never really saw or had any sex. The whole time we were in the sheets I laid there with my hand over my eyes thinking to myself “please hurry up and get done-this shit is whack.” After that, it was silence and I got dressed and left. Every since that night he’s been running down behind me like a dog in heat. Not what I want ever again. I got home and sat down and took off my heals and laid down on my couch and dreamt about Mr. Caramel Jones. He’s been heavily on my mind since earlier today.

I wish I had access to Mr. Caramel Jones in ways I can reminisce for years. It would be spectacular to be with someone who has it going on. Not the capital hill type that’s into just hitting it and not acknowledging you afterward. I want that someone who takes their time with my body and shower with me kisses and gentle touches that just makes me climax without even having actual sex. I long for that. It’s not like I know what Caramel Jones is all about; I just want to believe that he is that way especially with me. I am making a decision to get close to Caramel Jones no matter if wifey likes it or not. I want that man and I’m going to have him.

The next day when as I was walking up to the hill, I see Caramel Jones, walking with his long lean and muscular body. I stop him and ask him how he’s doing. He looks at me like he doesn’t want to answer, but he does anyway. I try to make small talk so he would notice my nice plump breast and round tight black girl ass. Boy did he notice, and then some. I could tell because he was tripping over his words and trying hard to keep his attention to my face. When I ask him this time to have coffee with me he gladly accepts. After getting him to say yes, I hurry and get to my office with joy. My work day went by quicker than usual. I hurried to the local star bucks coffee house on the hill to meet Mr. Caramel Jones. When I arrived he was there in all his caramel glory. I sat down and instantly he we started to talk about our school days. We laughed and giggled and talked more. I was cheesing like a hot and heavy school girl. He asked me did I want to leave and take a walk. We left the coffee stand and started walking. For some reason we headed to my place. When we walked in the door, he sat down and boy did I want to sit on him. He looked at me with those sexy dark brown eyes and when I saw that it was on. We instantly wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing and holding each other tight. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his muscular body. As we entered the bedroom I’m thinking that we are going to get busy. Just then he throws me down on the bed, rips off my clothes. As I’m laying there naked and hot and heavy he takes off his clothes, then the unthinkable. Mr. Caramel starts hopping around on my God damn bed like a damn frog saying “rivet, rivet.” I’m like what the fuck is this shit here? I’m laying there looking at him act a straight fool and do unspeakable acts to him self. My mouth was gapping and eyes bucked! This isn’t what I pictured being knee deep in caramel to be. As I was trying to put my clothes on, Mr. Caramel started jerking his own self off and then wanted to put that shit on me, like I had anything to do with it. By that time I was mad as hell.

OMG, the damn ghetto ass black chick was coming out of me then!

I put my clothes on and told his ass to get the fuck out of my house and take his freaky deaky ass on somewhere! Hey; I like to be a freak but not that way. After Mr. Crazy Freaky Caramel Jones left, I sat down and started laughing at the whole thing. Boy was I wrong about Mr. Caramel Jones. I said to myself “this is definitely something I don’t want to reminisce about for years.”

The next day I called my girlfriend Jen up to tell her what happened. Since it was a Saturday she told me to meet her at the star bucks. How ironic the same coffee shop where Mr. Caramel Jones and I met before all the hot mess happened. As I entered the coffee shop I see my girl Jen. I sat down and started telling Jen about what happened. Jen looked at me and started laughing. I knew it was funny but not that funny. "However it was funny now that I think about it." Then Jen tells me “Shawn that’s what your ass get for thinking every fine, muscular chocolate man in D.C is great in bed!” Then the unthinkable, Jen tells me that the same thing happened to her. I couldn’t believe it! Ironically, it was the same person Mr. Caramel Jones. I couldn’t be mad at my girl. We laughed and at the same time we said “don’t judge a book by its cover; you never know what you will get when you open it up!”

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WHAT MAKES A GREAT STORY!

A great story is what comes from inside of the writer's soul. It's experiences, thoughts, moments, and imagination all combined to create that wonderful story.

When you think about what makes a great story, it's what the writer can create and turn into something that says "it's a great story."

Today, think about what makes your stories great. Think about what's in you so that you can bring it out and implement it and turn it into a great story.

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SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Phenomenal Woman!

PHENOMENAL WOMAN BY: Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

 Cherries And Strawberries

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