sxxypoet

maybe he's so eloquently
inclinded to test me
because he considers himself messiah
i wonder
is this title etymologically speaking
is he master teaching
or preaching to his own choir
you know,
those who consider themselves master
without knowledge of reaching higher
the eye sees deeper than,
two eyes enticed by thick thighs
spreading too quickly
is he aware that the ocean
has her own rules
and they're still tryna decode
the dead sea.
he don't... (continue reading)

Im intrigued

I often wondered

What his childhood was like

But never asked

In fear that he may become

More on guard

If he thought I... (continue reading)

He loves me unconditionally
Under all conditions
He loves me so much
He hates me
Despised desires
All in his smiles at me
He loves me with a love
Not loving nobody but me
Furious passion
In stares at my hips
The pucker
Still in his lips
He loves me like
Abstract poetry
To a quiet audience
Hungry for victory
Like the candidates
He loves me with that
Lip biting love
that fist clinching love
Wall punching
Knuckle crunching... (continue reading)

Last night we made passion
The heat of eroticism
Reached an all time high
Eventhough it was present,
I can't say we made love
The statement isn't strong enough
For our
Unlawful
Carnal
Knowledge
Was far from delicate
But it was still gentle,
Filled with fire
Blazing to the sun
We made passion
And it was tight.....

Last night we made passion
Your moans
Harmonized with my groans
We hungout on all the
Erotic avenues
Venturing... (continue reading)

my phone rang
inside i sang songs
the long way down the hall
that`s when i answered
and came to know it was you
i was excited to hear your voice
to know i was your choice of vibe
your flavor, savor the conversation
we made a perfect intellectual combination
i was your quran
you were my bible
we mixed from Muhammed to the Messiah
spoke about Egypt about the Nile
about man, woman and child..
about creation about God
and his way in this day and... (continue reading)

i have, long ago
acknowledged the fact
that i am blessed to have you
but you have yet
to see the blessing in me.
i have prayed on you, for you and
on some nights to you.
you have yet to bend a knee.
i have loved you,
heard your voice
when i awakened, and
saw your face when i slept.
you kept me my being
in your pocket.
i have loved you completely.
deeply.
a top with no bottom.
no boundaries.
and you have yet to know me.
notice me
but... (continue reading)