AngeliqueOzban

(all caps was simply for bolder visual)

BEGGING SEASON IS OVERDUE
ISN'T IT TIME TO PERFORM FOR YOU?
PITTER PAT OF KITTY KAT
WHEN I SPANK IT JUST LIKE THAT

HOW YOU MAKE ME WANNA NUTT
TILL IT FLOWS DOWN TO MY BUTT

**SOP SOP**

NON STOP

**TICK TOCK**

HARD KNOT?
SUCK COCK?!!!
......WHY NOT.
"BL**D CL*TTTT!!!"
EH-EH...TRU DOT

I'M NERVOUS
FEELING PERVOUS
GRAB MY CURRRVOUSSNOUS
*TEETH SUCK*
F@*K IT...
TOUCH ME....

I STILL HEAR YOU
MIND IS NEAR YOU
WANNA GEAR YOU
TOWARDS ME
(IN THOUGHT OF COURSE)
(YEAH RIGHT, BUT)
(WAIT, YOU CAN SEE THIS)
ANYWAY....

......I'M FEELING NERVOUS
......PLAYTIME IS OVERDUE
......CAN NO LONGER PLAY WITH YOU
BUT....I'LL NEVER FORGET


Theresse Bynum

My Senses (They Know You)

As my fingers lay against your own,
They instantly fold into place
As if aware of assigned position.
I feel a familiarity that
Reassures your love for me
Your hands become my focal point.
I think of the pleasures they have brought
To hidden places,
The mountains and hills
They have caressed
On various shades of sweat filled pores,
The faces caressed,
The babies held,
The fruits picked
And
Vegetables planted.
Cupped palms turned to the heavens,
Cracked faces of men and triggers pulled....
"I love these hands"
I think to myself as I place them to my face
And brush them against my cheeks.
Leaning in, I place my face under your jaw
And
kiss your neck
You inhale as I continue to your collar
Then stop to take in your sent.
It is pleasant and it relaxes me.
When your away it's in your pillow like
A confirmation of your existence...this is real.
I proceed to place my ear to your chest
And listen to your heart.
I close my eyes...you kiss them,
Then wrap your arms around me;
I exhale then open them to you watching me,
I smile at the beautiful sight.
You press your lips to mine and I taste your kiss.
In a fraction of time,
You have managed to awaken by entire being...
My thoughts,
My emotions...
My senses.
They know you.


By. Theresse Bynum

Cranium of A Man

Where am I?
This
Remote place of
Forgotten things…
Past pains…
Dissolved gains…
Unwanted change…
Pursued game…
Ahh, left side of brain.

Walking within the cranium of a man
I am…Lost.
On left and right
Continuous mounds of matter
Resembling mountains.
Above them,
Electrons illuminate
Sending signals like lightning
~I sense a brain storm~

Facing East
I stand on this…
HIGH way,
Blood flows beneath my feet
…It is warm
When it leaves…
I fight the thought of
Where it goes.

In the distance
Laughter taunts me
I Love you's--
Haunt me
I am pushed further into
This
…desolate space
Forced to face
Once being a pastime,
Till time permitted,
An old love befitted
And the fool called me,
Submitted… walking papers
….And I do just that
In the cranium of a man.


By Theresse Bynum

(okay, this is one of the poems I would use.  I think winter Frost would match it well.  They look like cells.)

I get under your skin because
That's the only way…
I can get close to your heart.
You block me otherwise, so
I need to get into your muscle…bloodstream
So that I can get into your mind…
You forget me otherwise.
Why won't you look at me?
I have become as Ralph Ellisons Character.

At one with air
Yet you'd rather hold your breath
Than inhale me.
Have I become dead to you?
You to me?
Doesn't have to be.

*hands held outward*

I say to thee
Feed my soul please
Good things
For it is famished.

If my tune has eluded from you
Touch me…It shall resume
Lift your baton
Conduct a new song within me
Create beautiful music in my mind
Reawaken my imagination
It only goes so far now
………..

If you so choose not to speak
Full sentences…
Spit individual consonants and vowels
Let them spray against my skin
I will not wipe them away.
Please
Reopen your ears
Because this…
Pantomime...
Is useless
When you no longer see me
And that shell you've created
Keeps me from under your skin.