Atlanta-born and raised, TinaATL is an avid lover of poetry and has been writing poems and keeping journals since elementary school. After life altering events she decieded to change her style of writing and cater an audience that understood the meaning of “stepping outside the box”. She was taught to always be true and REAL to yourself and thats the ONLY way she knows how to be.
She has been featured on various poetry stages throughout the south and is beginning to take the stages along the east and west coast by storm.. She has grace the radio waves of Atlanta's V103 with Joyce Littel and The Quiet Storm. Her performances include Joyce Littel Passion & Poetry at Center Stage in Atlanta and Tamika Fest which honors Atlanta's Queen of Poetry Georgia Me. Her most notable perfomances were for Queen of Erotica and New York Times Best Selling Author Zane and Punany Poet founder Jessica Holter (featured on HBO series Real Sex) and Ainsely Burrows The Sweet Spot in NY.. TinaATL is also the host/founder of “Titillating Tongues” the only monthly erotic and sensual open mic in Atlanta. Additionally, she is the CEO of Purple Pearl Productions which produces major shows a year entitled “Winter Word & Wine Down”, “MENtal Stimulation”, “Menage A Trois: A Late Summers Night Dream” and “Naughty Night”! Her accomplishments continue to be acknowledged on a national level as she is the recipient of an award with Atlanta's Hottest Poet Awards and Winner of The National Poetry Awards.
In addition to performing and hosting, she is the author of Menspirations: A Collection Of Sensual Poetry and 2 CD's. Currently she is working on her 3rd Poetry Cd and book. TinaATL IS the TRUE essence, the sensual, passionate-filled, carnal characteristic quality of poetry! "Illumination" as she is the bring light where only shadows may exist. Whether it is in music, art, poetry, or literature...SHE IS. Her political ideas carry over into her artistic and personal life and she uses it to influence and raise the consciousness of her audience. Her inquisitive mind along with her fresh, direct, and supple sensuality have set a new standard for all sexes. A proud yet admittley shy, erotic poet and author........She IS TinaATL.
THE RARE POET
Rodney Starkes aka Rare Poet is a Spoken Word Artist born in Columbia SC but currently resides in Greenville SC. He is apart of one of the strongest spoken word movements in South Carolina known as the Upstate Poets of South Carolina. Rare Poet competed in the National poetry competition of Southern Fried 2014 as apart of the slam team known as Unusual Suspects from Columbia SC along with Bugsy Calhoun, Queen It Shall Be, Izzy, and Black Phoenix. Rare Poet was a special guest performer in the Black Poetry Cafe Poetryfest in June of 2014. And has performed for comedian/actor Cousin Pete from Poetic Justice. Aside from poetry Rare Poet works at the Caine Halter YMCA as a Group Exercise Instructor and soon to be apart of the United States Navy.
POETRY ON VIDEO
DO I EVER CROSS YOUR MIND (REMIX)
Written By M Renee
DO I EVER CROSS YOUR MIND..
BABY I BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL DAY
THE WIND WHISPER YOUR NAME ACROSS MY LIPS
JUST WANTING TO BE WITH YOU
WONDERING
DO I EVER CROSS YOUR MIND
LAYING HERE IN MY BIG EMPTY BED
WISHING YOU WERE NEAR ME CUDDLING WITH ME
SEXING MY BODY UP AND DOWN
BABY EACH MOMENT WITH YOU
IS MY DREAM COME TRUE
IM JUST WONDERING
DO I EVER CROSS YOUR MIND
I HATE TO CLOSE MY EYES
EVERY TIME I DO BABY I THINK OF YOU
COME HOLD ME TIGHT
WRAP EM ARMS AROUND ME
IM BEGGING YOU
COME TO ME SOON
IN MY DREAMS
ENTER MY HEART
MELT MY SOUL
WITH YOUR WARM LOVE..
DO I EVER CROSS YOUR MIND..
TIME FLYING BY
LIFE IS PASSING US BY
CLINGING TO THIS SOFT PILLOW
SQUEEZING IT
WHY COULDNT IT BE YOU
YOURE MY EVERYTHING
ALL MY LIFE
ILL NEED YOU
I HOPE YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY I DO
DO I EVER CROSS YOUR MIND..
SWEETDREAMS BABY
Marilyn Renee(C)
Joy
Sweet wet summer dew touching my face
just an example of how your kiss place upon my pace
with your lips laced upon my lips
honey dew dips and cherry stems flipped
between my valley
awaiting for your arrival
throbbing to the beat,
riot our energy … cumin
cumin – coming home.
I feel you listening,
navigating to my heartbeat
toes dancing with pounding feet
moist flesh and pressure beneath
slight touch... and an orgasmic skeet
strapped to you... internal we meet
bosom to bosom
interlocked
we in so deep, sooooo deep
feeling your vibe
our energy we keep
on hands and knees...
fulfill me please
impregnate my spirit and bring life back to me
inhale we rise
exhale we drop
motions mimicks waves
heartbeats cypher our thoughts
moans accent trembles
energy between us released
spooning into the moonlight
painted silhouette against the fog
as the Phoenix – we free
this joy I have ,
the world didn't give it to me
this joy I have,
the world didn't give it me
and the world cant take it
the world cant take it away.
TINA ATL.(C) 2014
TASTING YOU IS NOT AN OPTION
IM FEELINGsome kinda way right now.
Legs pressedskin mosistface tightgot me blushing like a little girl.I'm ummmmmmmmmbiting, sucking my lips as if I was sampling the chocolateness of your fragile skin.Please.... cum... into my world.No hands is always the plan when it comes to tasting you,disecting each layer of skin, fold, hair, and thread will only be done... with my love tool.See tasting you is NOT an option...relax as I enhale the softness with the edge of my nose... tracing the circumfance of your crownand imaging his anticapted salute.to me upon his saturated shaft downI want you to feel the heat coming deep from within my soul,puckering my lip just to help flip the tip into the opening of my mouthslowly tip toes over every- inch- of- your- limpness... until they meet with their partners down south.See tasting you is NOT an option....I enjoy your every moans and groans and moves you makeI get so addicktive to the unified meleodies from the slurps, smacks, and pops we create,I love each time I suck you in deeper and my throat intakesI treasure every dream our new love session record we break.I love to... taste your knowledge and gain your wisdomthe feeling of it tingling against my chord stimulates a electrifing visionhave me floating on cloud 714 capturing my heart and hyponotizing my spiritmaking me taste you even harder pressuring you to release like it's my 28th day period.Tasting you is NOT an option...well it's quite obvious that i've grown fond of doing it, because its trueI just like tasting youhumming a tune yet unheard of feeling him slowly crawl up the walls of my mouthstrectching each side I dare not let you out.Encircling him with my tongue in heavy rotation my lubication has got you going and going an goingis almost to that point of having me slide back a little...BUT... I enjoy the massaging of my tonsils,like wind blowinggetting a little harder??continue down my throat ,don't let me breatheyou got me changing my positionass up, face to the crownbaring down on my knees.Swaying back & forth like a limb in limbo trying to escape the treeswe both clinching to the bed sheets,I stay firm but your toes are at a freezeI feel you inching deeper into the bed ... squrimingsinging baby please, baby baby ...please.Sorry captin I can't at easethe pressure and swetness of this delicacy has taken over meNow Daddy, I need you to give insurrender to the salava-vation I hold you from withinrelaxation should be the only thing on your mindwhile I gently embrace your pulsation, and that mild case of taret syndrome is quite finenow...cum... to melet us unite like a nice smoked cigar and a shot of pure hennesytogether we clinch in euphoria and sprawl in teeming dermis cause tasting you is NOT and optionNot an option for meTasting You Is Not An OptionI'm feeling some kinda way right now.Legs pressedskin mosistface tightgot me blushing like a little girl.I'm ummmmmmmmmbiting, sucking my lips as if I was sampling the chocolateness of your fragile skin.Please.... cum... into my world.No hands is always the plan when it comes to tasting you,disecting each layer of skin, fold, hair, and thread will only be done... with my love tool.See tasting you is NOT an option...relax as I enhale the softness with the edge of my nose... tracing the circumfance of your crownand imaging his anticapted salute.to me upon his saturated shaft downI want you to feel the heat coming deep from within my soul,puckering my lip just to help flip the tip into the opening of my mouthslowly tip toes over every- inch- of- your- limpness... until they meet with their partners down south.See tasting you is NOT an option....I enjoy your every moans and groans and moves you makeI get so addicktive to the unified meleodies from the slurps, smacks, and pops we create,I love each time I suck you in deeper and my throat intakesI treasure every dream our new love session record we break.I love to... taste your knowledge and gain your wisdomthe feeling of it tingling against my chord stimulates a electrifing visionhave me floating on cloud 714 capturing my heart and hyponotizing my spiritmaking me taste you even harder pressuring you to release like it's my 28th day period.Tasting you is NOT an option...well it's quite obvious that i've grown fond of doing it, because its trueI just like tasting youhumming a tune yet unheard of feeling him slowly crawl up the walls of my mouthstrectching each side I dare not let you out.Encircling him with my tongue in heavy rotation my lubication has got you going and going an goingis almost to that point of having me slide back a little...BUT... I enjoy the massaging of my tonsils,like wind blowinggetting a little harder??continue down my throat ,don't let me breatheyou got me changing my positionass up, face to the crownbaring down on my knees.Swaying back & forth like a limb in limbo trying to escape the treeswe both clinching to the bed sheets,I stay firm but your toes are at a freezeI feel you inching deeper into the bed ... squrimingsinging baby please, baby baby ...please.Sorry captin I can't at easethe pressure and swetness of this delicacy has taken over meNow Daddy, I need you to give insurrender to the salava-vation I hold you from withinrelaxation should be the only thing on your mindwhile I gently embrace your pulsation, and that mild case of taret syndrome is quite finenow...cum... to melet us unite like a nice smoked cigar and a shot of pure hennesytogether we clinch in euphoria and sprawl in teeming dermis cause tasting you is NOT and optionNot an option for me
TINA ATL . ( C) 2014
Mouth Music
Make music with your mouth please
Come and make music, mouth music with me
Let me fulfill your every desire and need
Allow me to make mouth music, mouth music…please
You giving me or I’m giving you the satisfaction of enjoying, exploring the sounds, and rhythms of each others song, giving mutual genital kisses are quite wonderful, it turns me on.
Let’s enjoy taking turns for our ultimate orgasm will be much better, listening to us breathing heavier. Our bodies engaging into ultimately masturbating on their own measures.
Let’s continue on with our song. You began by allowing those soft full lips to touch against those which are fat beyond my pelvic bone and hum…until I …cre-scen-do.
Usually I don’t mind initiating, but since you’ve started “play that funky music for me homeboy!”
Place your lips upon my warm wet essence,
Allow the tip of your tongue to taste the sweetness within and began to consume me, explore me, find my delicate pink pearl and trumpet me.
Grab on.
Hold me firmly,
For the intensity from my big finale can be quite a-m-a-z-i-n-g,
So…huh…amazing for you.
She likes to play peek a boo…a lil’ sweet taboo.
And just for the excitement, grab a reed and place it firmly against her and proceed to practice your scales,
Persistently, within my bar lines and saxophone me...off any clef you feel the need to.
I’m with you boo, take me there, and feel me forte.
Now it’s my turn.
I want to taste you repetitiously.
I want to take you within my mouth and swallow like a whole note; intaking you really deeply.
Play harp with my tonsils against your head vibrating each chord and every note with my throat against your shaft until you accidentally quarter stroke…me into a half choke right before your final solo.
Held in my mouth until our notes meraciously combine into warmth similar to honey and cinnamon spices surrounding the air at a fall concert in mid October.
You can’t help but to enjoy the relaxation of this aroma.
Lay back now.
I need to finish my solo grande on your trombone.
You feeling the craft within my hands as I slide to each note while softly buzzing upon your mouth piece,
Now that feels quite nice…right?
Are you still with me boo?
I wanna take you there; let me hear you crescendo…again.
Make music with your mouth please. Come and make music, mouth music with me.
Let me fulfill your every desire and need.
Let me explore your mind and become your wildest fantasy.
Allow me to make mouth music, mouth music please. Please make music with me.
TINA ATL. ( C) 2014
