sxxypoet's Blog

He remembers my lips

Every syllable of

Sultry self seeping

Slowly into his soul

Saying slick shit

That only it's mate would know

He remembers their kiss

Lips locked in a

Luscious love affair

Leading light to our fire

Letting

Lust

Lull

Desire

He remembers

IT

Two heated hedonists

Having heaven their way

Heinous acts heading to bliss

And...

He remembers

My kiss...

c. soprofound

Please forgive me
Better yet understand
That as much as my
Breath wants to meet your breath
My lips want to meet your lips
My chest wants to meet your chest
And my hips want to meet your hips
I'll have to decline
Save those moments for another time
You see,
We haven't revealed much to we
And I know your favorite position
But don't know your favorite color
I was thinking of how intense it would be
To wait and get to know each other
We exist so naturally
And what a shame it would be
For passion to be upstaged by lust
Because we didn't control time
And get to know us
I would hate to think that
Physical communication would come so easy
When we can barely speak freely
Since our limbs would be no use
If tension grows so high
That our sex becomes mute
Inhibition isn't just positions
What about your mission
Are you content with my eyes
Viewing your visions
Imagine the potency
Of being deep inside my free
Seeing what my eyes see
And only then being
Deep
Inside
Me
Please forgive me
Better yet understand
That I would love
For you to sex me deeply
But not until we can
Cum
Together
Completely........

soprofound c. 2008

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 feel me
not while he's so eloquently
tryna test me
because he considers him self messiah
i ask again
is this title etymologically speaking
is he master teaching
or preaching to a choir
who's arms aint long enough
to reach past lower planes
using his name in vain
when he never even existed
past a dream to keep minds in chains
for the sake of 10% of their change
without validating his claims
he dont feel me....

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 was trying to

Figure him out

This is crazy.

I know his soul

Wants to tell me everything

From the "You just wait"

Look in his stare

But

Hes scared.

Men fall hard

And his loud silence

Tells the secrets

Hes too scorn to speak about

Men fall hard

And hes an introvert

So hes chosen to speak to me

With his stroke

I can tell hes chosen

Not to have expectations

Because disappointments

Come so easily

I overstand

So Ill remain patient

Until hes comfortable

Until hes free with me..

(c) soprofound

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, that
Love.
But
I don't love him back....

(c) soprofound

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 endlessly
Through the Nothingness
Of our surroundings
Nothing else mattered
We made passion
And it felt just right.....

Last night we made passion
Hours upon hours
Of prohibited activity
Held in the captivity
Of our motion
The flow was sadistic
Insulated with
A candy-coated nectar
Fertilizing unconditional Love
We felt each other's expression
We made passion
And it lasted
All
Night....

(c) soprofound

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 time
we rapped, mapped mentals, tapped sensuals
andnevermindtheotherline
time was passing way to quickly and,
i was blind to the notion of work the next day
all caught in your rhythm,
your wisdom sparking brain spasms
and mental orgazms
all tokens of your words in motion
lotion my thoughts
massage my dreams
and stream your oil down my mind
i was grooving to your soothing linguistics
and hanging heavily on your lingo
definitely digging your dialect
and sweetly sucking on your syllable
you tickled my inquiring cerebellum
this sponge thirsting for knowledge
you downloaded your college onto my brain
my process will never be the same
for i became your university,
professor
can i get another lesson, an assignment
my alignment was way out of line
before you probed my thoughts
and ended this chaos
unbelievable.
can i. kiss you?

soprofound c. 2001

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 u knew me.
i let you.
my adam,
love your eve.....

soprofound c. 2004

He made me feel comfortable for a moment

Like I had never had my heart broken,

Like I had never played the fool

Like men never f*cked up

And did everything they should

He took me back to the time

When being in love felt good



He took me back to when

Being naked was nature

When being together was nurture

He took me back to before

Being partners was partial

When chivalry was still breathing

And love sipped glasses of kool aid

Through hardships



He took me back to doubledutch

Before I knew how to jump

Back to bubble yum

And now and laters

Way back to the late 80s

Before I knew what that little

Tingle in my stomach meant



Hes

heaven sent



That man took my hand

And brought me back to when

Poetry spilled from my soul

Back to before I knew metaphors

And every line rhymed

Back to the times when

Lyrics poured from my heart

He took me back

To the future of art



He made me feel free for a moment

Like joy was the only

Reason there was for crying

Like smiles have never been questioned

Like clocks never knew time existed

And his kisses knew nothing but infinite

Like being me was okay

And hed be him everyday

Like hed never be changing

Like hed stay the same way.





I can feel my glow

When he comes around

Green light gushing through Nubian skin

My cheeks hurt from muscles tight

Cause all I can do is grin



Im in love with him



He made me feel comfortable for a moment

Like moments defined lifetimes

Like he put those moments in laughlines

So he could see our moments

When he looked in my eyes

And those moments didnt lie

Because hes still my best friend

Im still here from that first moment

Because that moment

Didnt end.



soprofound c. 2006

How can i rhyme when
The blood of pharoahs
Saturates the concrete
In the place where
My memories were birthed
I smell their souls when it rains
And watch their spirits
Wash away with the debris
Of their transgressions

Forgive them father
They know now what they do
Even if your perception
Finds malice in their intent
Consider the heart of man made soldiers
Whose circumstance would have
No ties with the God in them
In this do or die programming
The trigger was already pulled at birth
Self preservation is the first law of nature
But they knew nothing of the self
They were to preserve

How can I rhyme when
Gods turned children of a lesser kind
Die slow deaths not realizing
That homicide is actually suicide
And this suicide is the mother of genocide
Because generation X is void of that
XX factor because she's
Pumping her veins with novicane
In search of escape from her
Because she never knew herself

Forgive her father
She never knew that your plan
Was only as strong as her womb
She never grasped the urgent
Need for her nurture
Nor the malnutrition in the absence
Of her nursing
Not knowing the magnitude of her power
She rendered herself powerless
And all she searches for is him
Unoblivious of this need for her

I can't rhyme until
Balance manifests melodies
In tune with earth's spinning axis
I can't rhyme until
Sistas stop teaching young boys
To address their daughters as bytches
When they come of age
I can't rhyme until
Sistas keep their legs closed
And their minds open
I can't rhyme until
The nation reflects a goddess woman
I can't rhyme utnil
Individuals realize that
Individuality does not exist within ALL
I can't rhyme until
Kris puts the crack pipe down
And returns home to her babies
I can't rhyme until
Brothas put the guns down
And shine like suns are suppose to
I can't rhyme until
My king breaks the chains himself

I refuse to rhyme until
Time repeats itself
And afros and power to the people
Rebuild black wallstreet
In a reality that exists
Outside of my dreams
Peace....

soprofound c. 2008