Showing posts with label National Poetry Month. Show all posts
Showing posts with label National Poetry Month. Show all posts
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Erase Me
Wipe all existence of me from your mind
No pictures, phone numbers, emails delete it all
Far as you’re concerned I was never born
Destined to never have been
Perhaps then you can live a happy life since I am the reason for all your pain
When you kept pointing the finger at me what did you gain?
Erase me from the banks in your memory
The account is overdrawn
Nothing else left for us to see
So I guess I’ll be gone
Those dates never happened
The pictures we took we self destruct at the sound of the beep
Sweet messages never came through due to failure in technology
Distended to never have been
Perhaps then you can live a happy life since I am the reason for all your pain
When you kept pointing the finger at me what did you gain?
Erase me from the banks in your memory
The account is overdrawn
Nothing else left for us to see
So I guess I’ll be gone
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Friday, April 29, 2011
My Life
Are you ready to understand my world, take a walk through the life I live
Get to know me a little better?
See the constant failures masked with humor while I am crying on the inside
The flashes of brilliant success and what I could be, cloaked by my refusal to accept my destiny
Hiding behind the image I project upon to the outside world
Maybe I’m afraid to let the world see me
Stripped down to the core
Exposed to the world as a whole
Flaws and all
Out of the abyss I crawl
Back topside
Hopefully a new beginning will be about a new life for me
More confidence
A smile that is no longer forced
A head that is finally held high
Thoughts that are more uplifting and positive
Done with negative thinking
Not over cocky but I now know my worth
And you’re not adding to my life I take it as your draining it
People pulled me down for so long I’ve shrunk a couple inches in height
Perhaps my fault
Perhaps I took on others problems and ignored my own
Perhaps I’m just lost and living delusions of grandeur
All I know is this is me now
You must deal with it
You can never fully know me
Because at times I feel that I don’t really know myself
The problems are mine and mind alone to be concerned with
So don’t you worry about them just enjoy your life and I’ll figure out mine
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Puppy Love
You broke me
Made me incapable of loving another
My 1st love
Also my greatest failure
Pulling back from other women
That love me too much
Because I don’t want them to hurt me like you
Chasing after women that do me wrong
Treat me bad and have no interest in me
Because they remind me of you
I wonder why I have this jaded view of love
Can’t seem to decipher the good ones from the bad
Then I remember you
The that should be the furthest from my mind
Is always on it
Occupying unpaid real estate
Cupid and that arrow
Intimidate
Me
You were my angel
But when you halo was broken
By the horn perturbing from your head
Sea of love I was swimming to shore
When a shark bit my leg
Fighting off the beast
But what’s the use of fighting
Either I will be eaten or drown
And I see you in a boat above
Watching me fight to come back above water
And you frown
My queen
The one I gave the crown
I always wondered why my relationships tend to fail
Because I haven’t let go of you
Well this is me finally throwing dirt on what we had
Letting it lay in the past
Almost a decade since it ended
No more rebound girls
No more worrying about if I’m moving on
Too fast
Last rites to the memory
That is us
Goodbye
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Blame Game
We just keep going round and round, taking turns hurting each other
Fear of anything else
The pain feels so good….well better than trying to start something new
Game of cat and mouse
I chase you then you get tired and we change positions then next thing you know we’re alone together forgetting all our problems
Only thing that matters is changing to the next position
That’s the only time we’re happy after all
Any other time we’re tearing each other down, picking out flaws
Let’s hit the self destruct on this relationship
If you really want to call it
We never spend time together
You say I don’t make an effort and I say whenever I try to get a word in, you treat me as if I’m bothering you
You can keep blaming me, all the troubles of the world are my fault
Doesn’t matter now..not to me anyway
Keep playing this game for fools and I’ll find someone that actually wants a good man
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Fear of anything else
The pain feels so good….well better than trying to start something new
Game of cat and mouse
I chase you then you get tired and we change positions then next thing you know we’re alone together forgetting all our problems
Only thing that matters is changing to the next position
That’s the only time we’re happy after all
Any other time we’re tearing each other down, picking out flaws
Let’s hit the self destruct on this relationship
If you really want to call it
We never spend time together
You say I don’t make an effort and I say whenever I try to get a word in, you treat me as if I’m bothering you
You can keep blaming me, all the troubles of the world are my fault
Doesn’t matter now..not to me anyway
Keep playing this game for fools and I’ll find someone that actually wants a good man
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
On This Day
Wedding bells, the smell of summer and the accelerated pulsing of my heart…as I arrive to the church
Today is the day, where we become one
After all this time
I take you as my wife and you take me as your husband
Through all the arguments, break ups and tears of hurt
I’ve always know you were the one for me….even though I didn’t often act on it
I am at my best when you are by my side
As we embark on the rest of our lives
The road won’t always be evenly paved and we will encounter rough surfaces that need to be patched
Keep this in the front of your mind
I love you
And til death do us part is something I take serious
Never leaving
My love for you is stronger than any metal forged by man
On this day
We go off into the sun and the remainder of our times will be bright
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Monday, April 25, 2011
Space Bound
In this empty house I sit alone…..me and my thoughts…..crazy as they might be
Contemplating about ending it all
Kimber 1911 picked up, barrel placed in my mouth, anticipation from the suicide
Uvula blowing in the wind
Tell me why I shouldn’t blow my brains out
Leave fragments of my mind scattered across this room
After all I am dying anyway
Damn letting this disease suck my life force
Too strong for my own good
Never wanting a helping hand
How can they understand
What I am going through
The therapy will leave me weak and there is no way I can ever be the vulnerable
No not me
Not where the public can see
Pride will call me faster than what I am suffering from
Tears rain down my face, soon they will be covered by blood
If only I can just pull the trigger
(Do it)
No I can’t do this
(Do it)
But what about my family….my son, he won’t have a father
(Do it they are all better off without you, just let them take the insurance money….you’re better off dead)
Voices in my head aren’t doing much to help me
Chamber a round, tilt my head back
(This is it)
Hand shaking
(Steady it don’t punk out on me now)
I…….I can’t
(C’MON MAN!)
No I have too much to live for
I know I can beat this and not let it beat me
Praying for my health as I tackle this head on
What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger
And if it should rot my body then when you bury me remember it is buried in that grave site and my soul is spotless
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Sunday, April 24, 2011
Battle of the heart
Inner turmoil, gut wrenching agony, emotions feel my chest cavity……no room left for my heart to beat
I can’t go on any longer loving you
It’s killing me and the process is expedited every time I see your face
This is a war I can no longer fight
The things that these eyes have seen, the blows it has taken…battered, bruised….the blood I bleed
Out of ammo, no coverage from the trees totally exposed in front of you…….stripped of camo
Has been a pleasure to serve in the crusade for love
Even as it appears I am dying today for what I believe in
At least I stood for something
So draw your firearm, as I bow down to my knees leaning forward so that the apex of my head meets the barrel
Arms spread to the side like wings
Hands stretched
Fingers pointed towards my next stop on this journey
Meant to be this way, it was written
I begin talking to my Lord….telling Him soon we will be side by side
Not a tear in my eye, because I know I fought the good fight and did it to the best of my God given abilities
You however did not as it all comes back to you like a bad memory
How I was always there for you and you left me high and dry so many times
Hurts doesn’t it? I know
But you can never kill me with your acts of violence
I was dead before I stepped onto the battlefield
Emotionally speaking
As I have become unhinged
Life isn’t worth living if you won’t accept my heart
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Saturday, April 23, 2011
Black in America
Just to further educate those who may not know on things that have been going in this world that aren't really getting the coverage they deserve I also invite you to take a look at stores for Frederick Jermaine Carter and Oscar Grant......I'm not saying we need to reorganize the black panthers but this is getting insane and we all need to stand up and say this isn't right
Freedom of speech apparently means you can spew racist comments and give subpar apologies for it….that’s if you give one at all
Fascist flunkies
So let me get this straight a few years ago when a “Good ole boy” was in the oval office if we spoke out we weren’t Americans, told to go back to from whence we came
I was born here just like you were Buford!
And I don’t like everything politicians do whether we share the same complexion or not
But I do know out and out bigotry when I see it
The blacked out pictures, the imposing of the faces of primates on the face of our president
Not gonna fly
We weren’t allowed to speak word one back then but fast forward to the present and it’s a totally different story
All the troubles of the world fall on the shoulders of this one man like this all wasn’t set into play 8….maybe even 12 years ago
Worse than the Apollo, America refuses to truly give a brother a chance
No this isn’t just another black man talking about how hard he has it, rather a fellow American just like you that has seen enough if someone doesn’t speak out against these atrocities then who will?
If you want the luster of this country restored we have to work together
We may not like each other and that’s fine but a level of respect must be established
Now are you willing to help or are you going to continue and complain about how things were better before?
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Friday, April 22, 2011
I Wish
Father I’m grateful for everything let me lead off saying that, but I would like to know why you saw fit to take away my loved ones
I don’t feel that taught me everything they could
Or did you remove them from this plain to teach me a lesson?
Never take anyone for granted, say what you have to say today because tomorrow never comes for some
Pain in my heart
I talk to them in Heaven but not to be rude it’s not the same as being face to face or a simple phone conversation
Knowing they’re in your arms
Wishing they could still hold me when I needed it
A child in granny’s eyes
She never got to see the birth of my child
Show me the tools of the trade when caring for children
And I’m not the only one either
Mom misses you more than she will let on
The pain every holiday, once again realizing that she has to take on her role along with yours
The family ain’t the same
You held us together
Now I hardly go around
Can’t stand how they live and seem to forget the lessons you bestowed upon them, as if you were never here
Guess that’s how they coup with the loss
I just wish you never left us that winter morning…it’s been cold since without your guiding light warming me
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Thursday, April 21, 2011
Stuck
Perhaps it’s my fault for falling so deep for you
Going all in on the first hand…well you called my bluff didn’t you baby?
What else can I do?......I’ve done all I can
What else can I say?.....I’ve said far too much already
Words run together, beginning to sound like a broken record
Actions aren’t noticed for their good only amusement
Here it goes again
My chance to break
Shake off the voodoo…WON’T YOU LET ME FREE FROM YOUR SPELL?!
If I could I would remove you from my mind
Take a drill to my cerebellum so that I will no longer pay attention to the little things that set me on a passionate fire for you
Your smell
Smile
Voice
Brown eyes
How you walk
Reoccurring at this point you’re like the stray cat that I gave milk to once and now you always come back
Remove the fear of letting you go and moving on to unknown of what a new mate may bring
Still trying to prove myself and it’s not getting any easier
You have to work hard for anything worth having but damn, feels like no progress has been made
Take one step forward and you just uproot the path and move it ten miles away from me
I never asked to fall in love with you but that’s the way things shook out
Now are you going to extend your arm to rescue me or will this be my final resting place?
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Going all in on the first hand…well you called my bluff didn’t you baby?
What else can I do?......I’ve done all I can
What else can I say?.....I’ve said far too much already
Words run together, beginning to sound like a broken record
Actions aren’t noticed for their good only amusement
Here it goes again
My chance to break
Shake off the voodoo…WON’T YOU LET ME FREE FROM YOUR SPELL?!
If I could I would remove you from my mind
Take a drill to my cerebellum so that I will no longer pay attention to the little things that set me on a passionate fire for you
Your smell
Smile
Voice
Brown eyes
How you walk
Reoccurring at this point you’re like the stray cat that I gave milk to once and now you always come back
Remove the fear of letting you go and moving on to unknown of what a new mate may bring
Still trying to prove myself and it’s not getting any easier
You have to work hard for anything worth having but damn, feels like no progress has been made
Take one step forward and you just uproot the path and move it ten miles away from me
I never asked to fall in love with you but that’s the way things shook out
Now are you going to extend your arm to rescue me or will this be my final resting place?
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Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Somebody loves you
I know our time has passed, you and I are finished and a distant memory in your mind
You may have forgotten but I never did
The good times we shared
How I would anxiously sit by the phone hoping for a call, text or email
Now however I am just a pesky after thought that keeps popping back up
Did you even care? Never felt like the feeling was reciprocated
Not that I was looking for my feelings to be exactly mirrored…..duplicate
Just wishing you didn’t make loving you so difficult…..facilitate
Far from being the easiest person to deal with am I at least tired
Something I didn’t do with others before you, mistakes corrected, learned from the past life lessons reflected
But the one glaring deficiency in my travels has been not being able to get over you
Wish there was some kind of kill switch I could flick
Waking up thinking about you and how you could care less about me
I’m so sick of this shit
Deprived of vitamin L……..lack of love is slowly killing me
Even through it all I still remain faithful to you
When I get approached about potentially starting a new I just tell them how I’m waiting on the girl I love to come back….she just went away for a while but she’ll be back
As I sit on the dock of the bay
The manifestations of all my emotions come to a head and I still love you
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You may have forgotten but I never did
The good times we shared
How I would anxiously sit by the phone hoping for a call, text or email
Now however I am just a pesky after thought that keeps popping back up
Did you even care? Never felt like the feeling was reciprocated
Not that I was looking for my feelings to be exactly mirrored…..duplicate
Just wishing you didn’t make loving you so difficult…..facilitate
Far from being the easiest person to deal with am I at least tired
Something I didn’t do with others before you, mistakes corrected, learned from the past life lessons reflected
But the one glaring deficiency in my travels has been not being able to get over you
Wish there was some kind of kill switch I could flick
Waking up thinking about you and how you could care less about me
I’m so sick of this shit
Deprived of vitamin L……..lack of love is slowly killing me
Even through it all I still remain faithful to you
When I get approached about potentially starting a new I just tell them how I’m waiting on the girl I love to come back….she just went away for a while but she’ll be back
As I sit on the dock of the bay
The manifestations of all my emotions come to a head and I still love you
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Tears
Laying in the bed three o’clock in the morning, pillow saturated
Because of me
Affection abandoned, love lost, having hate……over what I did to you
Crying at the thought of the memory of us
Just when you think you've gotten over...... it seems like I pop back out like a mole
Grounded
Wings rendered useless
Gravity baring down now unable to regain footing
Feelings of when the one you love no longer loves you
Look at your face but you look way
I’m dead to you I suppose
Not even wanting to hear a word I have to say
I speak, you give me a dry “Hey” if that
The design of your hatred
The one you thought was the one
I turned out to be just like the others
Feelings are like a facet that you never fix, just keeps leaking…….never ending, impossible to turn off
Wishing it would rain but the sun is out and will show the rough night that you’ve had
All because of me…….I’m sorry for the pain and the hurt
I love you and even though it’s too late now I finally appreciate everything about you
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Because of me
Affection abandoned, love lost, having hate……over what I did to you
Crying at the thought of the memory of us
Just when you think you've gotten over...... it seems like I pop back out like a mole
Grounded
Wings rendered useless
Gravity baring down now unable to regain footing
Feelings of when the one you love no longer loves you
Look at your face but you look way
I’m dead to you I suppose
Not even wanting to hear a word I have to say
I speak, you give me a dry “Hey” if that
The design of your hatred
The one you thought was the one
I turned out to be just like the others
Feelings are like a facet that you never fix, just keeps leaking…….never ending, impossible to turn off
Wishing it would rain but the sun is out and will show the rough night that you’ve had
All because of me…….I’m sorry for the pain and the hurt
I love you and even though it’s too late now I finally appreciate everything about you
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Monday, April 18, 2011
Sounds of love pt.2
As the title says this is part two to this poem right here
Continuing from before, you're tapping out and being the bedroom bully I am I demand more!
Crawling out of the bed for escape, that's ok I'll just take you on the floor
Just put the head in then the shaft follows
Plunging in, swallowed whole
Injected with my love, better than any drug known, and its legal too.....so you can have all you can stand
Call me Thor what was calm water flowing is now a down pour, flash flood warning......gonna have to dry out the carpet later
Your legs shaking, entered repeatedly from behind, clitoral walls tighten, as I continue to barrel through the resistance
“You ok baby? “
Out of breath, mouth open but no words part
Just hands banging on the floor, feet kicking up and down
Grab your hair, come closer to me....I wanna tell you something
Kissing on the neck, then softly bit the ear lobe.....on to dirty talking to you
“Relax……Daddy got you”
“Don’t you run I know its intense but after so many times you’re get used to it”
Hours on end, staying strong never letting up on you
Addicted to you and I don’t want rehab
Night turns into day, stamina going strong………outlast
You just lay here baby I’ll go make you some breakfast
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Continuing from before, you're tapping out and being the bedroom bully I am I demand more!
Crawling out of the bed for escape, that's ok I'll just take you on the floor
Just put the head in then the shaft follows
Plunging in, swallowed whole
Injected with my love, better than any drug known, and its legal too.....so you can have all you can stand
Call me Thor what was calm water flowing is now a down pour, flash flood warning......gonna have to dry out the carpet later
Your legs shaking, entered repeatedly from behind, clitoral walls tighten, as I continue to barrel through the resistance
“You ok baby? “
Out of breath, mouth open but no words part
Just hands banging on the floor, feet kicking up and down
Grab your hair, come closer to me....I wanna tell you something
Kissing on the neck, then softly bit the ear lobe.....on to dirty talking to you
“Relax……Daddy got you”
“Don’t you run I know its intense but after so many times you’re get used to it”
Hours on end, staying strong never letting up on you
Addicted to you and I don’t want rehab
Night turns into day, stamina going strong………outlast
You just lay here baby I’ll go make you some breakfast
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Sunday, April 17, 2011
Nobody knows it but me
I keep thinking about things I will leave behind, the smiles I won’t be able to see, the faces that bring me so much joy only fading memories now
I look at myself wasting away
Everyone wondering what’s wrong I tell them I’m fine and everything is great
I’m lying
Terminal illness only a certain timetable for people like me to live
Doctors say it will take a miracle of modern medicine to save me
I will not be afraid
The prospect of death used to frighten me
Terrified of the thought that I won’t wake up one day
But now……
I know the Lord has me
My family and friends please forgive me for not telling you of my sickness, wasn’t my intention to deceive you I was only trying to spare you the worry about me
I am fine no need to worry, is what I tell them
As I lay here dying
And nobody knows it but me
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
Something's wrong
We’ve seen the news……everyday something new, natural disasters, bodies going to their final resting places
Education system failing out children, but the blame can’t go completely on teachers since it starts with home
Used to have to watch out for the police harassing me when I’m driving a nice car now though
Head on a swivel, looking out for people that look like me
Jealousy so they want to take my life to bring more material things to theirs
Why?........
NO BROTHER I WANT TO KNOW WHY?!
I have a family that will miss me if you take my life
Leave me here in this street, in a pool of blood wondering why we do what we do
Black on black violence, the new ethic cleansing
Willie Lynch was right after all we turn on each refusing to let the next one run the race we choose to trip him
Even if that means someone from the other side wins
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Friday, April 15, 2011
With you
Build up, waiting to be alone with you
Anticipation on what I will do
Upset when I wake up from the dream of being with you
My dream girl I would give up this simple life to spend eternity in Heaven with you
I feel like God brought me to this place in life so that I would be the best man I could be to you
Sunrise, not a cloud in the sky…but my day is gloomy when I’m away from you
Don't smile until I see that good morning text from you
Addicted to you and this euphoria you bring I won’t stop til you’re my wife and I can spend my life with you
I know we had our times that left a sour taste in your mouth
Open wide, the love I have is sweet for you
Kamikaze sessions, when we’re alone….couldn’t get away if I wanted to…….surrounded by you
Tried those other girls but when I was with them the only constant thing on my mind was you
They’re cute but they’re not flawless and effortlessly beautiful like you
You’re understated presence no need to speak when you come on the scene all the men are fighting to get attention from you
Bended knee now I would be honored to stand at the altar with you
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
I'll always come back to you
Pardon my voice folks I kinda lost it :(
What to say? I miss you starting off, never knew how much I cared until the day that you stopped caring about me
Sad that it had to get to this point
Wonder how stupid I look from the outside loving you, when you don’t love me and have moved on away from the pain I put you through
Started to send a text but didn’t want to thumb out that many characters
Next thought about an email but how would I word it?
And a phone call is out the window……too much of a coward to get an immediate retort
So here I am writing more poetry to you
This time it’s a letter asking for forgiveness, hope I’m not making a public spectacle of myself
I want you back
You should’ve been my wife
I was too young to realize that, wanting to play around not being thankful for my dream girl
And that’s when our relationship turned into a nightmare
Our union would’ve been the thing of legends
But you don’t want a part of me
I promised you I would care for your heart like it was mine then I was ever so careless with it and now you can still see the cracks in it after rebuilding
Don’t let this be the end of us, the more I try to get away the more I stay
A magnetic for you and all you wish to do is repel me
This can’t be the way we end.........
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Lessons
I used to wonder why you were so hard on me
Asking the same questions that I used to ask about my mother when I got home
But I quickly learned that over the years, just like her….you saw something great in me?
You were one of the last real educators, that actually taught students and not just supervised as they sat and left them to figure it out on their own
Glad that we forged a friendship
Took me a while to see it but you weren’t applying pressure to me because you wanted me to fail
You were doing it because you knew I had what it took to succeed
We rarely talked after I graduated but I made sure to thank you every time we crossed paths as adults
Now you’re in heaven, soul blessed
You’ve taught me well and I will pass life’s test
Another guardian angel looking down from above
Great teacher, besides the ins and outs of textbooks you taught us love
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Monday, April 11, 2011
Chains n' Things
Woke up this morning feel like I’m a ground hog
Life used to be a dream now it’s a nightmare
Came outside to all my tires being flat along with the spare under the car
Why do I attract crazy?
Had to ride the bus to work, youngsters trying to be hard but I’m mad at their parents for not putting a stop to it all
Underpaid at my job but they keep piling on the workload, threatening to find someone who will do the same amount of work without the complaining
Government saying they’re gonna shut down, people from both wings and those in between acting like fools
Forgetting the work for you and I
I wish I could just leave it all behind but where would I go
Can’t run away from my responsibilities
Life of a beaten down man
My son’s mother talking about how I don’t do enough for her but she’s always in my pockets while she blows her check on partying
I just can’t seem to shake this funk in my life
Shackled down forever I suppose
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Saturday, April 9, 2011
Sounds of love
Moaning
Heavy breathing
Groans
Some of the things I hear
When you and I
Are intertwined
All day I’ve been thinking of
My tongue running down your spine
Leaving no area of your body untouched
You give me such a rush
I get off from getting you off
Unselfish lover
I like it when I am
Getting a lay of the land
In the neather region
You grab the sheets
Pull back
Trying to escape
As I grip my strong hands
Around your thighs
Five toes press into my back
The other five are on the wall
I notice your pedicure
The color clashes well with your skin tone
Love juices squirt out onto my face
Only makes me dive back into the pool for more
Call me greedy
You got that good stuff
That all the guys want
But I am determined to make you mine
Fiend for you
Or should I say I’m needy……….
I’m not done with you yet
No baby we’re far from through
I have more epic ecstasy in store for you
In part two
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