Broken Poet Speaks

So here is my first gift.
Those who know me and sympathize with my cause
know that I HATE love poetry.
Its all so done!
However I do have a few freinds and sisters who do love poetry that I like
and they have inspired moi.

So here is a little taste of my Passion Poetry
Tell me what you think ;)


She so daaAaamn..

She's like.
She be,I swear.
She so, effective.
For I can only assume that her Objective
is to render my speech innefective.
It has has to be that she set out purposefully
to make it so I could not speak.
Or breathe.
Or see.
This can't just be a side effect.
This. Is premeditated.
Its gotta be.

My calls call out to her. We want her.
We want our minds to be mind.
Bodies to be body and spirit to be energy
as we transcend the limitations of this galaxy
dammit I want her next to me.
For some reason, Somethings of mine still carry her scent.
Or maybe the memory is still attached....

Her brown skin is a container to keep my energies in
as I transfer my desire, into her thighs and deposit
my love, into her eyes and breathe my lust,
into her lungs and give her my passion, with my toungue......

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