Sunday, May 15, 2011


Welcome to Poetic Love Chronicles written and shared by Cheri' Noire P.S. poetically known as (Poetically Seductive). Sit down, relax and read my narrative of inspirations, love and heartbreaks. We all experienced each of these emotions of hope, passion and despair. Relate to the passion that comes from living our dreams as we watch them come to full fruition. Fall passionately in love with our Prince Charming so we can crown him King of our empire. Until that empire comes crashing down left with a void of hopelessness.

Travel with me on a journey of my memoirs with motivational encouragement and poetically seductive erotic poetry. Visit each room that express my complex moods from CHERI'S THOUGHTS (short stats of my random thoughts), CHERI'S FAITH (inspirations and motivational poems), EROTIC NOIRE (sensual and erotic poems with sexual fantasies) and finally LOST LOVE (heartbreaks moments in time of despair).

Below read Who I Am... Then the passion and love that lives in my poetry... Followed by excerpts from each room as samples of what to expect when you click each tab.  Want more follow me on Face Book: Cheri Noire (Poetically Seductive). Visit my group page, Poetic Love Chronicle and 'LIKE' to join in the conversation of every days issues and discussions with realistic solutions. Share your poems on my 'Poetic Love Chronicles Chat' room with fellow writers and poetics in an open environment to network. Interested inbox me and I will add you to the family.

Cheri Noire

A child of God on a journey to fulfill His Glory as God orders my steps. A devoted Mother nurturing the fruits from my vine as my seed blossoms into a beautiful flower. A Lover who loves unconditional and whole heartily. Awaits for my Prince so I can crown him King of our dynasty. This is the Essence of me, I am Cheri' Noire.

Inspired by Phenomenal writers before me, Langston Hughes, J. California Cooper, Bell Hooks, Cornel West, Tavis Smiley, Audre Lorde and Zane. And poets ranging from Zora Neal Hurston, Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni and erotic poems from the Punany Poets.
Favorite reads that inspire my ink, the Bible, Some Love Some Pain Sometime, Breaking Bread, The Souls of Black Folk, The Isis Papers, Like Water for Chocolate and Erotic Noir

"If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive."
"There are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt."
Audre Lorde
"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly." Langston Hughes


Sleep tight
As I cum tonight
Lovin' you with all my might
When we passionately make love tonight

The moon smiles down on my face
Peeking through my window pane
As I sleep peacefully with no regrets
Sweet DreamZZzz of the day
My spirit soar with the stars again

I woke up to the rain drops falling on my window sill
Day began with prayer of thanksgiving and humbled to live Gods Will.
Troubled days washed away
As God showers me with future blessings beginning Today!


A lot of words have been said
While we lay here in our bed
A lot of blaming
While the two of us were yelling
Trying to be heard
By the unspoken words
I kept saying, ‘Sorry’.
But you told me to save it for my diary
This was not the how I imaged our conversation
It just seems hopeless with too much aggravation
Lately the fighting has been more than less
Every since my cheating I had to confess
My in digression
Have me so confused and depressed
Is it possible to love two men
But the Bible says it is a sin
My heart laughs calling me a fool
But I can’t go on being selfish & cruel

The father of my child
Threatening to leave when the divorce is filed
I reflect back
So many good years in the past
We vowed to make this marriage last
A house is a home with two people married
The love that created children in that family

My confidant and lover
Threatening me with an ultimatum to expose our cover
When we began this love affair
So carelessly without a care
Now this horrid affair has left me with night mares
Nothing but an emotional roller coaster that will leave me left alone
I got to go and I got to leave this man who broke up my happy home

Thu 4/15/2010 5:02 PM


A real man in my eyes has his own.  Leads his life as an example for others to inspire to emulate.  Runs his home with dignity and peace. Provides for his family from the fruits of his labor.  A provider for the family, protects them with his life, friend, lover and disciplinary father.  Not lazy afraid to work. Not a coward who sits quietly but stands for what is right with strong moral and ethics. And follow in the ways of the Christ’s example of what a Christian  should be.  President Obama has definitely proven worthy of all of these. Not just in words but action with his integrity.

1 Timothy 3:1-16

The saying is trustworthy: If anyone aspires to the office of overseer, he desires a noble task. Therefore an overseer must be above reproach, the husband of one wife, sober-minded, self-controlled, respectable, hospitable, able to teach, not a drunkard, not violent but gentle, not quarrelsome, not a lover of money. He must manage his own household well, with all dignity keeping his children submissive, for if someone does not know how to manage his own household, how will he care for God's church? ...


Poetry for me is a passion for Love.  I enjoy reading and writing poetry from other writers with the same zeal and compassion.  My poetry allows me a way to escape everyday stress and mundane pressures.  A perfect world created from my imagination, felt from every heartbeat, flowing through my veins, spilled by the ink of my pen, drawing an illusion for the reader as they entered my world for that moment of time. Poetry is my best friend who never argues with me but allows me to express those deepest desires never told.  Poetry is my lover who comforts me in the darkest moments when I feel alone and misunderstood by most. And just as God is my source of inspiration for all things good, poetry is that fuel that motivates me to inspire and be the whole woman I was created to be.  Want to know Cheri' read my poetry as it express the true essence inside of me. These are my stories, these are my songs, these are a collections of my memoirs saved in my, "Poetic Love Chronicles"

P.S. (Poetically Seductive)
My Love For Poetry
Cheri' Noire

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Pink Blossom in Bloom

by Cheri Noire on Tuesday, March 22, 2011 at 12:41am

Grace you with a gentle Kiss
Across your pussy lips
Moist and wet as the morning dew
With great anticipation of what I’m about to do
Spreading the hood
Kiss the top of the flower as it begins to bloom
Blowing gently to greet you with my mouth
As my tongue begins to travel further down south
Lick and suck the sweet taste
Of honey SUCKle between your legs
Such a pretty sight
Pussy Almond Joy with great delight
Lick you from your asshole
Slowly up again capturing your sinful soul
Won’t stop until I ring your bell
Your legs quivering so I will stay a spell
Spread your lips open wide
So I dipped my tongue deep inside
Your precious pink bouquet
What else is there left for me to say
When lifting your hips up high
Got your eyes rolled back to the sky
Before diving to the depths of your pool
Cum up dripping with drool
Pussy so wet
So glad we met
Flip over for a full body tongue massage
Until you drift off into a hypnotic mirage

P.S. (Poetically Seductive)
Take the time to Smell the Roses
Cheri' Noire @};~;~~~