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Cincinnati Black Author Never should have
By
Keith Douglas Alford

Never should have let you go.
The Icy stare, your hand resting on the door.
Knowing that you where leaving my life all at once.

I stood there a casualty to life.
Wounded by your departure.
Hoping that you would stop and wonder.

Wonder why I didn’t cry,
Why I didn’t lay down and die
Why I didn’t yell out for you to stop.

I can answer but your gone.
You left for parts not know.
You left me all alone.

I should never have let you go,
I should of held on for all it was worth,
I should have begged and cryed out

But I didn’t cause my pride won out.
Now your Icy stare is the only thing left to me.
A broken poet who has lost his revelry.

Winter SunShine

It was a super cold day even the winter sunlight shined down hard and clears. The air felt crisp, and I honestly felt ready for another. It truly felt like my life was turning around. I stood at the door of my townhouse watching the kids across the street have a snowball fight. Spike was up in the window on top of the coffee colored couch, getting his sun bathing on for the day. The house was toasty but the small dog still needed his morning and afternoon sun bathe under my huge picture window the couch was under. I stood there at my front door, thinking back over the last few months and where my life was going. I didn’t like what was there. I had sex with 4 different women something I never thought my morals would let me do. I had beat down Mathis for him being his self, and that’s out of my character. I hadn’t called or talked to my mother or twin brother in ages, and I didn’t even know how my father was doing. I have been so rapped up in my pain that I disconnected from pretty much everything. But standing in the light of the winter sun I knew that, it was time to change. I went and got a pencil and paper and sat down on the couch, to write down the new rules of my house. First I had to stop having sex, so no sex till I get my mind straight. Second I got to make up with my boys and get in contact with my mom and twin brother Donavan. Third I had to get some help to heal, cause I can’t do it by myself.

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A week had passed and I was again out in the sun, starting to feel like a man again. I had called all the women I had dated and made peace with as many as I could but not all where going to be friends with me. I had called Tracy my buddy, and probably my only female friend I had not dated, to come and have lunch with me. I sat in the Café and drank my coffee my head in my hands, the feelings in me still hadn’t been worked out all the way. I needed some one to talk through some of my darkest thoughts with, and that’s when Tracy in her pink Capri’s and matching shirt with the blue jean jacket that road high on her back showing off one of many of her tattoos that was above her back side. Her Cuban features strong on her brown skin and her red tinted hair reach down past her shoulders. Why I haven’t dated her is beyond me. Hello Dovan said Tracy as she placed herself in the chair across from me. Hi Tracy thank you for coming today, I really needed a friendly face to speak what’s on my mind. Dovan Said. I signaled the waiter and we placed are orders with him and sat talking about are mothers and other friendly subjects till are food arrived. I had the morning skillet and a large cup of Oj; Tracy had her normal toast and coffee that she lived by. I was glad to see even that go down, I had argued with ER for months to get her to start eating breakfast but some people just don’t eat breakfast. We dug in and she watched me eat.

Dovan there is something I wanted to tell you to. Tracy said looking at me and taking a sip of her mocha coffee blend. Ok lady go a head I can wait you go first Dovan said. Look I’m not sure if I should say this to you but I need you to know that I see you as a little brother and a best friend. That if we where to date that would truly complicate things and then we wouldn’t be friends anymore, and I need you in my life full time Dovan. Tracy said. My heart had just broken a new, I hadn’t called her here for that but even still the shit hurt. She looked at me for any change in facial expression hoping that I was not mad. I probably deserved that in all honesty and another small door in my heart felt like it was closing Harding. Tracy spoke before I could, I just want to make sure we are on the same page and that you know that I am still seeing Mathis older brother Dewitt. I still hadn’t said anything and reminding me that my best female friend was giving it up to a man whom was a kin to the ass whole Mathis didn’t help to endure her to me. Lady Dovan said finally speaking to Tracy.

I didn’t call you hear for that, I called you hear to express some feeling that I need to get off my chest, and not to ask you out lady, Ok? Dovan said. Tracy looking apologetic reached for Dovan’s hand. Pulling back from her physical touch I launched into my story. Tracy you know I was dating a woman named Samyah and that she was like a high school sweet heart. Tracy began to speak but I rushed on trying to get it all out for she could ask any questions. I got Samyah pregnant a month or so ago and instead of coming to me she went and got a abortion and told Percin about it before she dipped out town on me. After that I just went hog wild and that’s what I been holding inside of me. She killed my child Tracy. My tears ran down in a river on both sides of my face. Tears falling into the juice I didn’t even realize I had spilled. Thoughts of the lovemaking and the things I had done sense then flashing in my eyes, the women I had tried to replace Samyah with. Nothing had worked to end the pain of knowing that I had lots a child before I knew my baby even existed. Tracy sat stunned across from me. I stood and said quickly as I began to lose my composure. I have to go lady. I put a fifty-dollar bill on the table and got up from my shame, pain, and memories. Dovan drove of before Tracy could even close her mouth.

Tracy sat at the table stunned by what her ears had just heard, and sick to her core by what she had just said to him. Tracy had heard from her friend Porcha that Dovan was a dog and that he had slept with her and then played the distance game. If it wasn’t for that one time conversation and the fact that she had a really great relationship shaping up with Dewitt. They where not lovers but she had kissed him and new his love was more profound then anything any other man could offer. She saw the pain in Dovan eyes and she felt for him and new he wasn’t the playboy his friend made him out to be but just another hurt person in the world. She stood and made her way to her car, a black Camery. Dewitt came out from across the street, from inside an apartment building. Dewitt didn’t see her, he was to occupied with buttoning his pants and trying to detach the thin white woman with reddish blond hair from his tall dark frame. She stood there as he stopped and kissed her and slid his hands down into her housecoat and massaged the woman’s private parts. World seem to spin and then instantly snap back into place for Tracy. Dewitt looked up and saw her and she gave him only a single knowing head nod before she got into the car. Her heart was a heavy and as hard as Dovan’s was at that moment and things seemed to clear for her, maybe if she was wrong about one thing she could surely be wrong about another, and as Tracy pulled off a single tear ran down her face.

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I had gone home and fed Spike, and with my heart heavy I went into the kitchen and got a beer, and proceeded to the couch where I laid down on the couch and sipped my beer. Thinking that Tracy knew that I liked her but had read me wrong, and not knowing if I ever would talk to her again with our out burst between us. I was thinking that it would have been nice if we had gone out was the last thought I had as I drifted off into the either of sleep. Bang bang bang!!! I was jolted awake by the door and by Spike Jumping to the back of the couch to peek out between the blinds to look outside. Again the bang bang bang followed by Spikes barks ringed out into the darkness that was absolute, it had to be around 4:30 in the morning and I had no clue who in god’s great graces was at my front door. Stood and walked to the door, swinging it open and looking out at a rumpled and tear stained Tracy.

What happen lady I asked, my arms reaching for the hurting soul standing in front of my couch? I walked over to my chair and snatched my throw off the back of the couch. I rapped the small blanket around her frame and sat her on the couch. Don’t you move I am going to put some hot water on for some tea Tracy. Walking into the kitchen I filled the teapot and placed it on the stove. When I walked back in Tracy was on her feet coming directly at me. Dovan I am so sorry, I should have never said what I said to you when I met you for lunch Tracy said. Lady Just tell me what happen and don’t worry about what you said its ok I replied. No its not Tracy said snatching away from me and throwing herself back down on the couch and starting to cry. Lady I don’t know what happen in the last few hours that’s got you like this but its 4:30 in the morning and we need to rest and will talk in the morning. I want you to know something though lady. I kneeled down on the floor next to the couch, her eyes glittering with the light from the kitchen.

Got my heart broken mid senior year of high school. It felt like I didn't know what love was anymore, but at the time my mother was tarring me a new one and I felt shamed in her eyes. Then finally I woke up and I started to rebuild who I was in this life of mine. I am continuing to move forward and I have gone back and made peace with women and things that I have done. And for the most part I have gotten rid or put in its place my emotional baggage, and I see it for what it is. THE PAST. So leave what you said in the past, it hurt me but at the same time it was my past and I know that my future is changing. I walked back into the kitchen and made a half and half hot totty for Tracy, and a double shot of a totty for me. I drank my and felt the warmth of the alcohol as the hot tea and whisky slid down my neck and hit my stomach. She sipped at hers and coughed. I covered her with a blanket and tucked her in and got in my chair. The alcohol doing its work and making me fall to sleep. Last thing I felt was Spike jumping up into the chair and laying down between my legs.

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When I woke up the next morning she was still there on the couch, it being Sunday I figured she could sleep in without missing work or anything; her body needed rest just like her heart needed fixing. I got up and went into the kitchen and made Coffee and waffles. I sat down and listen to the local public radio station trying to catch up on world events. I sat there thinking about rather I should ask Tracy what happened last night. As she walked in and slid my plate from in front of me and began to eat my breakfast I decided to just leave it alone unless she brought it up. I stood up and went and got a second plate and some of the extra food I made. I poured her some juice and sat back down passing her the juice. The lack of words didn’t bother me. I had been there before and know that sometimes silences is the most forgiving sound. I placed the scrapes in Spikes bowl and washed and cleaned the kitchen.

I went up stairs and lay out across my bed, fully intending to go back to sleep. I felt her presence first and then Tracy climbed onto my bed and lay next to me squirming into the crock of my body. Her hands finding sensitive places on me to touch. She wanted me to make her feel something, and anything at that moment, and being so hurt and torn on the inside I needed to feel just as much as Tracy did. I rolled over and kissed her pinning her to the bed under my frame. I slid my tongue over her lips and down into the crease between her thick breast. I moved down and took my time sucking on her toes. Taking each one into my mouth and slowly working my hands down her calves. I slid my tongue down the back of her leg and slowly began to lick and bite at the sensitive skin on the back of her knee. Her body arched in surprise at my deft manipulation of her body. I slid down to a laying position and reached for her, placing my hand on the exposed mid drift that her kapries didn’t hide. I undid her clothing and stripped her naked in one fluid motion. I took my boxers and t-shirt off and lay down to enjoy my meal.

I spread her pussy lips apart and tasted her clitoris. Tracy reared upwards and pushed herself into my mouth. Reaching under her and palming her ass, I began to lick down from her clit in long slow licks and was met by the rush of wetness. Pushing upwards with my hands I began to fuck Tracy with my tongue, her hands going for the back of my head. Tracy hips moved in time with my slow rotation of my tongue. Placing her back on the bed I reached down and stuck my pointer finger inside of her and placed my thumb on her clit. Began moving my fingers in and out of her pussy, the juices on my hands smelling of rose pedals. Every third stroke moving my finger towards her G-spot. Her pussy tightens around my hand and squeezing out her fluids. I reached up and squeezed Tracy erect nipples between my moist finger tips, and began pushing down on her middle as I began to double pump hard and fast her insides. Her spasm causing her to bare down on my fingers in Tracy’s strong release. She Rolled off of my hand and motioned for me to lie down.

As I did Tracy placed herself between my legs My Penis was erect and hard, as I felt her take me into her mouth. Tracy tasted me and then put her hand around my base and took me deeper into her mouth. Shivers ran up and down my body as she set about her work. Tracy held it in her hand and went under it to take my balls into her mouth. I felt my need increasing and pulled her up and kissed her. Her tongue finding my lips as I nibbled at her bottom lip. I felt an intense heat as my dick slips home with a slurp. Tracy moaned and ran her fingers down my chest as she grinded me deeper, I tried to speak and she put a finger over my mouth. I took her finger and put it in my mouth. Tracy ridding increased in its speed as she worked herself into frenzy. My hands found her breast and I slowly worked my way to her nipples.

I leaned up and put my mouth around them and tipped Tracy over the edge of ecstasy. Tracy vaginal muscles began to tighten as her body went rigid on top of mine. I thrust my hips up trying to stroke my way through her orgasm. Tracy bit down on my shoulder and cause me to wince as I thrust home and felt her pussy release its nectar on my members tip. I held Tracy in my grip and rocked her softly. Dovan did you cum? Tracy asked. Not yet I replied. She rolled off of me and started to pull at my hips. I climbed on top of her and re entered the home of Tracy’s wetness. Her hands where on my hips and she pulled me down to her. I pushed and a deep moan escaped her lips. The heat and the pressure was bulging in my member. The feel of her skin slightly dam and hot to the touch under me was as arousing as the smell of white diamonds that she had sprayed into her hair. She lifted her legs and gave me entry to her back room. I glanced down between her legs and my dick was soaked with her sugary treat.
Her Moans deepened and I speed up driving myself towards my climax, my dick pounding inside her at a speed where her pussy made pleasure sounds as I filled it. She reached for my penis and pulled it out. She began masturbating it and smacking it on her clit as she trembled under me. I pushed it against her pussy lips and let me dick tip press against her clit. My release matched hers as we stroked to are release in the sudden quietness of the moment. The sensation of my dick slick with her juices and mine as I pulled out and glanced down at the mess pie we had made together in my bed. I rolled off and laid beside her, she clung to my side and placed her head on my chest. I rubbed Tracy head and she drifted off to sleep and I felt myself slipping from consumes. I knew one thing what ever her motivation for sleeping with me. There was going to be trouble with Mathis and his Punk ass family on my horizon. Especially since I just hit his brother’s girl. I slept well for the first time in a long time.

The Gray Day

The Gray day part 1
Written By
Keith Douglas Alford

The Gray Day part 1
A poem by
Keith Douglas Alford

The gray day fading into night, the past sliding away from me, to become just that. The hurt and the pain that blinded and made red, now fades and diminishes and becomes just another moment of heart ache. The longing for a different place, or just another time, have come and gone, replaced by my regrets of that day. The gray that fades tonight. The stars that, fade in the day. The hopes that fade away. Are all the same. But passion can burn the gray away.


I had decided to walk the mall on Saturday since the weather outside was something out of a horror story. It had been snowing for about a week straight, and most business where closed and there was no work for me for at least another week. The mall was one of the few places that were still open, and it had a café house in it that the poetry crowd kept open. The mall was just down the street from my townhouse and my since of adventure wouldn’t let me stay indoors. The gray sky thick with snowflakes and the air crisp having been cleaned by the snow falling so heavy was full of possibility.

I struggle through the snow mounds. The snow as low as 2 feet in some places and as thick as 4 where the snow plows had been was crunching under my feet. The quite is absolute and the knowledge that I’m the only person on my street out in this mess is refreshing. I was suffering from cabin fever and with spike at grandmas with about four doggy sweaters on; I really didn’t have anything to do. The air blowing past lifts away my thoughts, and I concentrate on not falling down and getting kind of excited by my little adventure.

As I approach the mall like expected it looks abandon except for the café shop that is half full with local writers and hanger on’s. I walk in and most people look up. The little shop doubles as a web café’ with wireless Internet for those who bring there on lab tops and 6 computer stations for those who don’t. People look up and smile and go back to what there doing. Some are getting ready for the poetry slam that starts at 6:00 that night. I find a place near the front in the corner and pull my pen and pad out from my backpack and turn towards the window. Feeling frost bitten I wave the waitress over and ordered a hot tea and biscotti.

The snow was falling heavy and visibility like the sun was falling. The quietness of the out side seen mimicked my attitude and my surroundings. The writing was floating in my head as the jazz and spoken word was flowing forth over the crowd. Time slides away when you write, and night found me still in the café. The computers had been put up and table lamps brought out, and the house lights dampened. A woman stepped to the stage and began her rhyme with, “The man I see in front of me, who is longing to be seen, the man in front me of me is more then just a king. The man that is in front of me, I’ve never met, but I can see myself as his wife, his, bitch, and his what ever else.” The woman swayed back and forth and continued her chant. She had to be at least in her late 30’s and was the vision of a mature woman. Her eyes spoke of a life lived and longed for. But they weren’t the yellow of a smoker or a drinker, her eyes where just sad. Dovan lived in here eyes as she continued her poem about the man she wanted to meet.

It was full of pain in its middle, and the end described how even though she had been hurt, she was ready to love again. She stepped back from the microphone and the café was inflamed with the applause and finger snapping of its patriots. I put my head down as she stepped off the stage. I wrote a description of her down to use in a story later. And kept writing and longing to talk to her. My thoughts came quickly and I pinned them to the paper.

The nudge of the table jarred me from my thoughts. The woman I had mentally memorized stood there in her blue jeans and black boots, wearing a shear pink poncho top over her white sleeveless tee. Her waist was a 12 and her perky breast were at least a c borderline d. She stood there looking into my eyes with a child like mystery about her. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and the look on her face made it evident that what she wanted was Dovan. I had dated older women before, hell in fact I enjoyed older women, because they normally played less games and new what they wanted out of life and a man. Is this seat taken? And are you taken? She asked.

With the confidence that let me know that she thought it was. Yea have a seat. I responded. I have a confession I like to tell you. She said. First things first what’s your name lady? Dovan said She was not a small woman but she wasn’t a bbw either she was thick and healthy and looked like she exercised. My name, you want to know my name. It’s Rhonda, Rhonda Johnson. Rhonda said speaking with ease like she was use to the ebb and flow of good conversation and was truly comfortable in the skin she was in. To answer your question Mrs. Rhonda Johnson, I’m single and very much looking. Dovan said, flirting casually with Rhonda.

You got one thing wrong with that comment. Rhonda said. What’s that lady? Dovan said. I’m not a Mrs. But a Ms., but I let that slide. Since you are flirting with me. Does that mean you don’t mind are age difference Dovan. Said Rhonda. Dovan asked in a somewhat awkward tone. Well be honest with me lady how old are you? I’m 37 Dovan. Said Rhonda. Looking a little sheepish. Well I’m 24 and as long as you don’t have a problem and respect me for the hard working man who, although I haven’t had as long as you have to accumulate life experience has still been through many things. Said Dovan.

Well sir you handle yourself with plenty of maturity and you respect every woman I’ve seen you with. Said Rhonda. So how long have you been watching me and checking me out Rhonda? Said Dovan leaning in and whispering. Rhonda leaning in to Dovan replied. Oh I was watching you for quite some time, and I been asking around about you a lot surprise no one has told you that I was interested in you. Dovan smiled and placed his hand on hers, feeling the warmth and a light sheen of sweat on her hand.

Tell me this Rhonda, did you hear and see good things, and what kind of things did you learn about me? Hmmmmmm I don’t know if I should tip my hand completely like that, but I throw you a bone, and let you know that I know all about the Samyia thing, and all about your business downtown. I also know about the private strip shoes that your company provides the bouncers for, along with information about what kind of car you drive and that you have a twin and your favorite color is Green.

Anything else Dovan asked. Since you asked most people think you’re a sweet guy who needs a good woman and plenty of work to keep you busy. Your not considered a nerd but plenty people agree you got an old soul. Rhonda spit out with a huff. Dovan just back a little more stun by every comment out of this beautiful woman’s mouth. She had really done her homework on him. So I take it that since you know me this well you plan to have me, either sooner or later, I’m going to be yours right? Said Dovan playing the detective trying to catch up.

Yea I do so is it ok if I call you, I already have your number but I want to make sure its not a problem for me to call you. Said Rhonda. Go head I think we should do a lot more communication. Said Dovan. Rhonda rising to her feet responded then expect a call tomorrow, I’ve got to go now but I make sure I call you so we can make arrangements for are new relationship. She walked away and like waking up from a dream Dovan shuck off his stupor and realized that the woman had been serious, the rest of his night was a blur, and when he finally walked home he felt lighter then he had in a very long time.

Ring……. Ring……… Hello, said Dovan Waking from a nap in his chair. Spike lying in his lap looking at him with slight agitation from having been moved. Hey Dovan this is Rhonda you think be ok if I came over. Said Rhonda. IT had been about two month and Dovan had seen Rhonda twice and each time he had been left wanting more of her. She spoke to him when they where together like he was her mate.

They hadn’t done anything yet but it was in the air. The poetry was flowing between them and had everyone that saw them jealous from the heat they made when in each other’s presence. His quite manner fitted perfectly with her Laid back manner. The Conversation where growing deeper and more sensual in everyway. She was working herself into his heart and it was becoming a need not a want, for her to be in his life.

Yea lady you can come over me and Spike could use the company. Said Dovan. Is it ok if I bring some cloths with me and use your washer and dryer? Asked Rhonda. I don’t mind but you need to bring some washing powder with you, because I am out. Said Dovan. I’ll see you in about 15 min Dovan. Said Rhonda. Dovan got up and put some water on for tea and gave Spike a morning treat. Spike did his morning stretches and proceeded to go lay on the heating vent and warm himself.

With the water on and Spike entertained for the time being, Dovan went and brushed his teeth and splashed on some curve. He had Rhonda over for dinner a few nights ago and the place was still clean so he went to check the dryer and washer to make sure he didn’t have any cloths in there and made his tea. The knock on his front door had Spike barking sounding like a dog 3 times his size. I moved Spike out of the way with my leg and opened the door for Rhonda.

Reaching out I took her basket and hurried Spike away from the freedom that was outside the door. Rhonda came in with another basket and closed the door, shutting Spike off once again from his dream of marking his territory. Rhonda knew where my washer and dryer where and went right to work on her cloths I sat down and finished what I had started writing that morning. Walking in and flopping down on the floor between my legs Rhonda put her hand on my journal and asked with a keen interest. What are you writing now smart guy?

My eyes moisten I stared at her and for the first time let my walls down completely. I’m writing about how you make me feel, and I am happy to let you read it. Her eyes where both serious and sad at the same time. She stood up and turned from me. My heart was on the ground and she was going to step on it if she didn’t say something. Rhonda turned around and looked at me. I want to read it, just as soon as you finish Dovan.

She sat down on the couch and studied my face. I bent to my work and redoubled my efforts in my heart felt exercise. Feeling everything pouring out of my pen. I finished and handed it to her. She began reading it the second both hands touch the paper, her heart hungry for my words. Me sitting there rereading my own words in my head.

The Gray Day part 2
A poem by
Keith Douglas Alford
The Gray day hid what was there; it hid what was dormant in my heart. The pain that was the scars of untold loves, the feeling of yearning that clung to me like stank. The gray day has passed me by, its been burned to sunder by loves bright star. The pin pricks of light that was in the dark just got a thousand miles closer and is no longer just a dot. I’ve transcended from where I was and found happiness in your eyes. I’ve finished longing over what’s not there, and seen joy where you are. I know in my heart of hearts I’m the man who should have never been apart, from the woman that sits in front of me, Who has healed my heart, and caused me to turn away from the dark and stand stark naked in the eyes of god. No more shame, no more pain just loves.

She put the poem down and was off the couch and into Dovan’s arms. Rhonda’s tears mixing with mine as we slid to the floor. No words would come but slowly we loosen are embrace. Locking eyes and sharing are souls with a timeless stare that incased untold thousands of words. I kissed her.

The Cincinnati Black Author 

Why I'm Here

I'm here to entertain you the reader of this document. What will follow are stories that are fictional and erotic. The themes of these stories are human and real. I don't pull punches and some of the stuff you read really happen. Other parts are things I wish had happen. The only thing I ask is that you read them not for grammar or for the sexual content but for the underlining feelings that are there when I wrote them.

Each piece is a part of my book The Blackbirds Rest. To keep people from taking my work and publishing it before I am even done writting it. I have taken out all chapters that don't have a love scene in it so that you can't see what happens in each case. You will still enjoy the chapters each one is written to stand alone. I have also taken all the different male characters and changed there name to Dovan or Donovan, except for the parts that Percin and Mathis contribute to the story. So if it seems like Dovan gets a lot of tail. The truth is he is actually more then one character. I have also copyrighted my works. That said I would like to give you a brief explanation of my book.

The Blackbirds Rest by Keith Douglas Alford is a story of a group of guys who meet at a club at the end of their week, to discuss and to learn from each other what or why love eludes them. The story takes place in 3 different city's Cincinnati, chi town and Indian, over 5 years. The main characters are Dovan and his twin brother Donovan, Mathis and Percin. If at anytime you have a question then please post it to me and I will be more then happy to answer it, or send me a IM or email to taurus_blk_m@yahoo.com

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