A Broken Believer... (for you; written by me)

I did it to myself 

I knew the punishment would be cruel

Always dancing with the devil

Releasing prayers as a fool

Glutton for punishment

Robbing Christ of His tithes

Counting endless communions

Without a saint in sight

I did it to myself

Somehow believing faith would save me

I did it to myself 

Knowing destruction couldn’t phase me

Wrapped up in the tensions of the mind

Wondering why anxiety slaughtered depression

Mental health was no figment 

With a heart congested

I watched so many fall victim

To the venom of snakes

Yet I did it to myself

While praying for His grace 

There they stood rambling

Wondering could God really save

But how can you believe 

If you’ve never seen His face?

Good Brain

I don’t want sloppy head

I need perfected knowledge

Every time you go down for your higher learning 

Brain so good I can teach mastering haiku to the best poets

Replacing euphemisms with perfect grammar assemblies

A thesis, preface, conclusion, and dissertation about the waves your tongue pounded

Explicably eradicating any duress with the finesse of your wisdom 

Intellectually intriguing my thoughts  

Introducing the all time best seller

Stellar performances for the romantics to fathom

Currents of continents displaying their geographical grooves

Ingesting the oceans combustions dangling the taunt of the seasons

Smoothly eliminating any tension

Elongated tongues for remediation

Out of remission into passion concussions from your word play

Emphatically expressing your aggression for my tantalizing

Cleaning every drip from the pits of my imagination

Concurrently dabbing arithmetic from my lips when you sample me

Introducing my sweetness with intrigue when you kiss into me

I’ll always be your graduate front row to your professions

Death eliminated its darkness with the light of your punctuation 

Clean it up without extensive salivation 

I reciprocate every sentence with glorified first impressions. 

I Need You Throbbing At The Sight Of Me

I need you throbbing at the sight of me

Parting your lips after every kiss

Preparing for serpent tongues

Traveling the skies of your high 

Nude and translucent

Wearing my favorite undergarment

Every submissive understands rules of dominance

Benevolent knowledge

Hoisting your throat at your knees

Partial breaths

Attacking your breasts

The conquer of intense devotion

Matching every motion in your running

Deliberately impatient

On sight renditions 

The purest sexual romance

My rhythm less dance

Blinding provocative representation 

Committing to essential compulsions 

Hopping and skipping into my trance

Collecting my advance

Stealing every glance

As mirrors shoot back 

The sweaty charismatic impulsion

Nothing is sweeter than your berries

Devouring the lost sheep

Herding you back in

Standing in stables

Farming the drip for your trachea

Grunt how much you love what I do to you

Kegels at your station

I’ll work every moan out of you

Hoisted to kitchen counters

Mounting the savagery 

Pleading for me

To eat it til the moon crescents 

Swallowing gulps as teeth sink

Sunken into the skin of the prey

I need you

Throbbing at the sight of me.

This is her story

He entered you

Your moon lit waters awaiting

Making his release impatiently urgent

Prioritizing temptation and seduction

Emptying war loads of swimming fighters 

Only to snooze after uttering his address

“Baby are you on the pill”

You cannot believe the contradiction

Exploited expectations for jet lagged contraception

Whose fault is it when two dance the tango

Whose fault is it when newborns crave their bottle

You bottle doubt for 40 weeks praying

God if it’s a miscarriage I’m forgiven of abortion

Your soul now houses the ties of a foreign night 

Your body now houses a home for a generations tomorrow

Crafted and disbelieving you drift 

Daydreaming in the nursery 

Emotions were alone within combustion

Accompanied by the immediates

Painfully sulking and accepting 

Single parents aren’t necessarily barren

Of providing a home and raising children

Yet where is he to share the moments

If you could do it all again

Would you have danced with him?

Not For You... This Is For Me

Cuz I had some issues

Vaping and engulfing

Inhaling and ingesting

Trying to diffuse 

The emptiness of failed memories

Whose the crook in the house of cards

Whose the rampant magician

Tradition had taught us all wrong

Submission was meant for bedrooms

Catching every groove

Chocolate cadences unapologetic

Taught to fuck before making love

Virginity was never intended to rock a white dress

Pardon my inability to address the duress

Dutch’s burned the sweetest blaze gardens

Bad girls were naughty angels 

Meanwhile Christianity was left to self interpretation

Rolling up sweet satin sheets for disposal

Trash was only treasure for true seekers

Glasses tip cheering erotic beginnings

Ending in toppled explosion

Imploding from distraught voids

Time implemented its own restrictions

The widow of love wore her muzzle

Muttering behind torn curtains

Unmasked giants of clan wars

Putting up a fight for remittance

Anticipation was a nasty viral bug

A soundtrack produced by the broken

Yielded cures were only for high dollar clients

Eclectic visions caused vast disarray

Fingertips found symbolism

Creating a scene intended for mass thinkers

Blinking before batteries faded 

As chemistry often evaded with rage

Analogies were always a mystery

Vibrating the airwaves of the blind

For one cannot envision without open minds

Fallen derivatives lost this challenge

The beverage of misunderstanding emptied into blood streams

A solemn “thank you” released into the atmosphere 

Accomplishing rendering what foreigners couldn’t bare

Behold the poet left you out in reality’s cold.

Detained

When our souls collided it was a passionate lust scene

There were no vowels and acronyms capable of turning the yearn

I tasted your thoughts when I dove deep into your oceans

Sometimes shortening the vacation of love to snorkel in your aquarium

See housed in beauty was the martyr of your flower

The thought of not sucking you wet and dry displeased my hormonal brain

It had a mind of its own capsulated on the brink of its shore

Every time I kissed your lips I felt the thump in your pussy squeem for more

Consumed with blaming the compassion of physical explorations

The ravenous quivered as lips juiced with purpose

When’s the last time you found purpose in cumming

The stun of meticulous pleasure required more than the wind of another partner

Some dream for the deliverance of a passion this intense

Caught up between wondering why you always avoided me

There’s something about confidence that can soak your sheets 

Sweat had its own flavor from being hidden behind combination locks

Tell me more of how your tongue does a dance on your lips when you squeem

Who doesn’t have tendencies facing the impatience of draking and sipping

I’ll eat the depression out of cob webbed hollow organs in need

Punctuality is a mere peek into sea diving swimmers

Porn hub holds no position amidst the scenes we create

So breathe deep baby as your throat is captured in my grasp

I skip through playlists but your interchanging song I’ll always replay.

Toppled Out of The Norm

Pressure breaks pipes

With diamond encrusted tendencies 

Withering the shriveled leaves

Autumn was such a tricky appetizer

Reserving her section in the deepest of minds

Passion fruit embodied softness of nature

Sweeter before bitter seeds

Implanted themselves in broken deserted ground

Whose letting these weeds grow when sewn

The land was the forgotten purity

Simply without cognizance

Opting out of privacy choices with every share

Yet the crop holders invested in the wrong harvest

Stock tumbled unequipped of presidential saving

Pressure broke the uncomfortable

Situations were a remembrance

Branded and cultivated

Love was gentrified

New school whimsical fools tarnishing nature

Her stigma drawn in squabbles

The tides were harsh as the weather warmed

Where were the scientists of the forewarned

Masked alone in corridors of should’ve would’ve could’ve 

Letting the paradox of life cast its damnation

Becoming the assertive fixation

Cupid was pissed off sharpening arrows

Because after pain comes pleasure 

Even the poets slumped into darkness

Creating the perfect beauty

Roses do grow from concrete

In the face of hearts of steel

Embellished in amazement

Romance refuted to be phased 

Hardening its core to keep the heart pure

I guess what this poet is trying to say

Is she wants to love again one day.

You feel like melody

You feel like melody

I hear the strings from the bass every time we speak

Solemn was a thing of the past

Riding the edge 

Fast starting clearing up erroneous dampers

They say I kill the black lip every time

Yet it’s a subtle murder scene every time you detach from me

I didn’t get you

Contrary to the facetious cowards 

I’m rewarded with earning permission to explore every inch of you 

You feel like melody

Tampering with my sexuality every time your lips crease your cheeks 

The similie of your smile is one of a kind

With you I plan to stay a while

With you I plan to exhaust being your thief in the night 

With you I plan to always return the favor

With you I plan to always be your scavenger

Hunting your panties down to fallen spaces 

My universe rocks every time our planets align

You feel like melody 

The waves held their vibe in perfect harmony with the touch of your lips

Touching the eclipse

My clit drenched the lining with your hands visit

Hours flew as the clock ticked 

Joining us back into the beat

Repeating cycles of release  

You feel like the melody I have yet to find. 

Constituent

I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable 

Interrupting your peace coming on to you

Aggressively misplacing my innocent desire for you

Startled you

Bothered you

Or even misread you

Sometimes I coast when I don’t boast 

Riding and reminiscing 

Craving a certain tune 

Your moans over my favorite melody riding the beat

Yeah... my favorite mood

Sipping me off of your tongue

Clinging and drifting into the embodiment of culture 

Tastefully and elegant in my roughness

Touching your adoration with caress

Your lips part and wrap right around my urgent spirit 

Juicy wetness... 

My only favorite fruit

So excuse me

If I come off aggressive

My persistence is a glimpse into my perseverance 

Startling you

Destroying our comfort zones

Interrupting our picnic and a blanket peace

Craving you as my only piece

Click clack click clack

Whose Sexuality?

I’ll never say I’m a lesbian 

But I’ll eat you til the morning comes like it’s the only pussy I’ve ever known

He misses it

She misses it

Here I am selfish 

Sexually free tackling implosion

Riding him til my woman hood explodes 

Riding her tongue curling to every curve

There’s no confusion in the wicked game of lust

There’s no wins in savoring every lick and thrust

Kissing a woman you feel her soul rise 

Kiss a man and you’ll feel his dick rise

Creating soul ties was a blemish pasted under lies

There were no conjugal visits for the prisoners

Semantics cemented everything isn’t equipped with definition

The fight was rearranged with every inquiring curiosity 

Leaving imprints on every bed sheet melanin magic dripped on

The unique derivative was a language of its own work 

The composition presented weakness in explanation

To feel presents understanding incapable of presentation. 

Mrs. Distant Muse

The unknown was in it's own lane

Tasking the very fears to challenge my speech

Mumbling my words were as unclear as my thoughts 

Clouded by the darkness clothing her skin in hidden chambers

Successors withered as she took place as her own muse 

The invalids held no stature for a woman of such grace

Religion held no powers against the confidence of her spirituality

Closed roads meant she wouldn’t succumb to commonality

Sex was a mere figment of directionality 

The powers of progression dove into the oceans of release 

Something about the calm and observant zodiac

Drawn to stir the pot growth breaking the chains

Whimsical flirtations added to the charm of her pursuant 

Still barriers weren’t always meant to be broken

Tarnishing internally let joy become memories

Personalities ignored energies even after chemistry’s introduction
These moments came to pass

This heart held its position awaiting the right crevasse.