How could
i not
get it twisted....
you provoke my manhood
from many moons away.many styles....
when you sayits just a poem you lie!!!
Because a poem has life & with
every stroke of that
pen you make me feel alive: the way you stroke
that pen.I'm still hung...
over from the first sip from your
lap you hold the tree ,then taste the sap
I kiss the sky & palm the bottom of your back.
Blood pumpin'somethin' fierce.
I will die from gettin
' sum of yo' lovin'or not.
I wanna let my lips swim down that
Mississippi river,
krooked letter-i-hump back-hump back-i,
dream as I watch Heaven'tween yo thighs puttin'
caramel kisses on yo lips.
you got me twisted turned & around NOW!!!
Pull my kinky hair, anchor my
head still' tween yo thighs.
Draw me - DEEP;
face moist as a stray blakk cat whos tongue
taps at mornin' milk
We spinn like coca cola bottles on a hott
azz Harlem street upon one anotha
quenching our thirst with the juices
from within the
core of our being & how i enjoy being baptised
by you sensuality Pull my kinky hair,
anchor my head
still'tween yo thighs.
use both hands-exercise-overtime .
gott me, gott me, gott me
working day and night ..
soon I will dance the fandango..
flesh 2 flesh slidin' like silk but while my
skinn is the sun's canvas,woman ...
anchor my head still,Pull my kinky hair,
dream of Heaven juices
Pull my kinky hair,
around turned twisted slidin' like silk'tween yo
thighs night & day..until you can't cumm
to me anymore
then we will speak our poetry with
just our eyes as we lay.
~~~~~
WILL YOU
MARRY ME
With these words I thee wed,
will you take this poem
and be my lawfully wedded write-r?
will you write to me in sickness
and in health
The way you speak to me
you make me want to touch myself-
and think of you........I do!!!
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