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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
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)
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 i
Cranium Of A Man
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
Under Your Skin
(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
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