DYABOLICAL

I`M PROUD TO SAY IM 34 ... WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF DYABOLICAL HAPPINESS

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First off let me say this to you



If you don`t believe in yourself

don`t expect me to believe in you either

If you don`t care about yourself

don`t expect me to care about you either

If you don`t believe in me

don`t expect nothin from me

either

I don`t need your cash

I don`t need your time

I believe in me; I got mine

I`m beautiful

I`m sexy

all I ask from you

Is a mouth full-------- of KNOWLEDGE!





*LADY BY DAY AND FREAKY LADY BY NIGHTFALL (YOU CAN ONLY RESPECT THAT)

*MY TRUE NAME IS TANIQUE

*MY BIG DAY...NOVEMBER 13, 69

*I`M 100% SCORPIO



*I`M 5`10 AND SEXY IN ALL THE RIGHT

PLACES

*I HAVE TWO VERY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTERS AGES 9 AND 11.

*AN INTELLIGENT MAN WITH AN

INTELLIGENT CONVERSATION TURNS

ME ON THE MOST

*ALONG WITH INTELLIGENCE, HE MUST

HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR

*I LOVE TO LAUGH









PUZZY WUSSY





WHAT DO THEY MEAN WHEN THEY SAY

YOUR ACTIN LIKE A PUZZY

I SUPPOSE THEY`RE CALLIN A PERSON WEAK

WELL,

ILL BE DAMN

THEY`VE GOT IT ALL WRONG

A PUZZY IS STRONG

IT TAKES A BEATIN FROM YOUR DING-DONG

ONE HEAD CAN GO IN

AND A BIGGER ONE COMES OUT

IT BLEEDS

IT GRIEVES

ONCE A MONTH !

WHAT THE FU-CK!

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A BABY BORN

PUZZY ONE MINUTE TIGHT

THE NEXT ITS TORN

GIVE IT TIME

CAUSE BABY IT`LL TRANSFORM!

AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS

OH - MY - LORD!

NEVER SHOULD THEY SAY A PERSON IS ACTIN LIKE A PUZZY

THEY SHOULD SUBSTITUTE IT

AND NAME

A WEAK ASSS PERSON A WUSSY!

COPYRIGHT 2003 BY TANIQUE WILLIAMS



INTELLECTUAL FUK



SITTIN HERE STAIRIN IN YOUR EYES

GAZIN

TELLIN YOU ABOUT HOW MUCH YOUR BRAIN TURNS ME ON

AS I SIT WITH MYLEGS OPEN AND YOU RUB AND MASSAGE MY THIGHS

AS YOU TEASE ME AND DISCUSS YOUR KNOWLEDGE ABOUT WORLD WAR ONE

WHAT`S REALLYGOIN ON

AS MY NIPPLES RISE

YOU LICK THEM SLOWLY

AS YOU TEACH ME ABOUT THE BLACK MAN

AND TELL ME WHY THEY GET SO DAMN HIGH

DAMN BABY YOU GIVEN ME A NATURAL HIGH

AND YOU MAKE MY CLIT CRY

AS YOU KNEEL DOWN AND CARESS MY CLIT

YOU GIVE ME KNOWLEDGE ABOUT THE POLITICAL CLICKS

AS YOU TELL ME THE DIFFRENCE BETWEEN THE BLUE COLLAR

AND THE WHITE COLLAR

YOU STICK YOUR STRONG BLACK DIK IN ME

AND

DAMNNNNNNNNNN

BABY!!!!!!

LIKE THE TITLE OF THE BOOK

YOU MAKE ME WANNA HOLLA

AS I KUM WITH YOU AND SCREAM OUT YOUR NAME

AND TELL YOU

THAT YOU ARE THE MAN

I JUST CAME INTO SOME LUCK

I JUST HAD AN INTELLECTUAL FUK

COPYRIGHT 2002 TANIQUE WILLIAMS











BLACK DESCRIBES ME.

MY MOODS, MY PERSONALITY.

BLACK IS THE COLOR THAT EVERYONE LIKES.

BLACK IS SUBTLE,

NOT TOO FLASHY, NOT TOO BORING.

BLACK IS POWER, AUTHORITY.

BLACK MOVES LIKE AIR.

CLOSE YOUR EYES, IT`S EVERYWHERE.

BLACK IS NONCHALANT.

BLACK`S CAREFREE.

NOTHING PHASES THIS COLOR.

BLACK IS HARD AS STEEL.



BLACK IS MY BEST FRIEND.

BECAUSE WE`RE JUST ALIKE.

PLAIN, BASIC, UNDERSTATED,

UNLIKE A RED OR ORANGE OR YELLOW.

WE DON`T BRIGHTEN A ROOM.

WE BRING COOLNESS

THAT CAN`T BE PRODUCEDBY ANOTHER.





THEY SAY THAT BLACK PEOPLE

CANT RESIST DRUMS.

NOT THE

TE TE.

TE TE.

TE. TE.

THAT SLOWLY GUIDES A CLUELESS BAND TOWARDS ITS BIG FINISH,

BUT THOSE DRUMS THAT FEEL LIKE MEAT.

THOSE DEEP KETTLES WITH FAT THROATS AND BATTERED SKINS,

THE ONES THAT GRAB A SONG BY ITSSHORT NAPPY HAIR

AND GROWL......I RUN THIS SHI T.



YOU WONDER WHY FOOLS HAVE HIT RECORDS,

WHYBLACK FOLKS ARE CREATURES OF PERCUSSION,

CREEPING LIKE STREAM INTO THE PORES

OF THE FIRST AVAILABLE DANCE FLOOR,

TRAPPED IN THE THICK WEAVE OF HUMPING, PULSING AND PUMPING, PUSH/PULL;

YOU WONDER WHY WE ARE FOOLS FOR ANY SONG WITH A HEARTBEAT

OR JUST THE HEARTBEAT ALONE,

NOT THE SOFT HISSING SNARE TUCKED NEATLY BEHIND THE EARS OF JAZZ,

BUT THE KICKASS THUMP

THAT DRIVES BLOOD THROUGH A LIMP PIECE OF MUSIC

TO OUR AWAITING EARS AND FROM OUR AWAITING EARS

TO THE BRAIDED BONES OF THE SPINE

TO THE BACKSIDE,

CUPPED IN SKIRT OR DENIM,

TO THE BACKSIDE,

TO THE AZZ

WHICH IT ROLLS

AND STUTTERS

AND CHOKES

AND BOUNCES

AS IT BRACES FOR EXPLOSION.







FOREPLAY



IT STARTS IN THE MORNING

WHEN I WAKE UP

AS YOU HOLD ME

AND ASK ME HOW I SLEPT.



IT STARTS AT BREAKFAST

WHEN YOU TELL ME

WHAT YOU`LL BE DOING AT WORK

AND WHERE YOU CAN BE REACHED.



IT`S HOW SWEETLY YOU KISS ME

WHEN YOU LEAVE

AND IT CONTINUES DURING THE DAY

WHEN YOU CALL JUST TO SAY HELLO.



IT`S WHEN YOU COME HOME

AND HUG ME

AND TELL ME YOU`VE MISSED ME

AND ASK ME ABOUT MY DAY.



IT GOES ON DURING DINNER

WHEN WE LISTEN TO EACH OTHER

AND YOU HOLD MY HAND

AS WE SHARE OUR THOUGHTS.



AND WHEN WE FINALLY GO TO BED

I AM READY TO MAKE LOVE.







NOW THAT YOU SEE THAT I LOVE POETRY

MEN I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT LIFE FOR ME IS NOT JUST SEXUAL, IT`S MENTAL AND ALSO EMOTIONAL....IF YOU CAN`T GIVE ME EMOTIONAL AND INTELLIGENCE...THE SEX IS NO GOOD FOR ME...BECAUSE I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF...THINK ABOUT IT! IT DON`T TAKE MUCH BRAINS FOR YOU TO THINK ABOUT THAT!