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I woke this morning with the thought of you on my mind. Like clock work the signs fall right in line signifying to me that once again it's about that time. It always start with the thought of your smile, I just loved it how it would soothe me on a rainy day. My thoughts shift from your smile to symmetry of your lips and then to sweetness of your kiss. Depending on the time of the day, my thoughts could sway up or down your body. In my mind, you are the Goddess of my fantasies. I just love to drift on in thought of tracing the outline of your design with the tip of my tongue then working my way up to your nipples to have a little fun. I am enthused with every move, with every moan of pleasure, it gets me so hard that I could enshrine myself within this moment forever. All I would need of you to do is free your mind. Lye back and embraced the sublime,allow your self to feel every inch of you, anticipate the touch as I do what I do. Spread your legs so I may see heaven. While I engulf your clitoris into my mouth hold your breath then count to seven. As I orally massage your pus-c closes your eyes and breathe in then talk to me. Tell me if it feels good, tell me to go fast or slow. Tell me if you are ready to receive me or do you want me to lick on you a little more. Honestly, I am good either way. I could kiss on your lower lips all day or I could slide in. Its all about what you want me to do. We could do it missionary or you could climb up on top of me, and if you are willing to push your luck I'll gladly enter into you from the back as long as you can keep that a22 up. Consequently, I tend to go deep and although there may be pleasure in pain there is something about my dick that causes knees to get weak. Judging by wetness of my sheets, I see your pus-c is ready for me. Are you ready for me baby? Nothing is more powerfully sexually than the first stroke. The warm wetness surrounding me, urging me to go in as deep as I can. And When I have reached your sugar walls I pause just to appreciate the feeling. Damn! I came.

Force-is any influence that causes a free body to undergo an acceleration.

Cause-a person or thing that acts, happens, or exists in such a way that some specific thing happens as a result; the producer of an effect

Effect-Something brought about by a cause or agent; a result.

We need force to cause an effect. Drawing our force commensurately from the cause to effect the areas that we have not been able to reach. Subsequently, forcing the cause itself into the light ,so, that its effect can teach. We must force the mind to free fall under its own weight, causing the conscious mind to find the cause as food for his plate. Research the effect and refine it so that it can be more effective then contrast the results with the force of the cause in proportion to the effect and gauge if it is reflective. This is F*C/E, the mathematical expression of change for the revolutionary.

15 shots paved the plot of the have-not as hood dreams get drown out by the screams, all while our neighborhood dope feigns get high hoping for a better day. In a world where crime pays, mothers pray, and fathers get locked away the seeds planted struggle to grow. Rogue warriors don't know what war to fight for anymore, I don't know who we are anymore, and I know they don't know for damn sure. Yet, they are ones angry when you implore or beckon them the question, what the hell are you here for? Seriously, what the hell are you here for? As schools close, prisons open, and competition heightens the white man gets more frighten. And, you stand around disillusioned by false wealth, not giving the thought the breath to question. What are you going to do when there is no work and food gets low, and America trickles back down that road of hard times and hate crimes? What part of Katrina did we not understand? Oh, I get it, it's because our president is a black man you believe that things have change. Well, according to the statistics, not a damn thing changed for you and me. And this is what we are trying so hard to get you all to see.

A deep Dark hue, yet, a comforting view from a distance, emptiness shinning as an embellishment. Call it, a testament for all to relish in. But, the truth is in the signs. It took me 15 years to read mine. By word of design, through rain or sunshine, I stared at time until I damn near went blind. Life gestured me with kind but it wasn't long before that old sad song came creeping down the corridors of my mind. I guess, that is what it means to be free...to be in peace despite disparity...to be fruitful in the wake of tyranny. While the world as I know it crumbles around me, I sing to my seed of the possibilities that hide from the eye's of humanity. Sanity, such a deep dark hue. If only such a thing was true.

I could do the entertaining thing and run a lil game but why? Catering to superficial egos is no longer my cut of pie. Yes, I see the attraction in your eye's. Frankly, I have neither the energy or the emotion to want invest into the possibility enough to fashion a reply. I am tired, tired of the dynamics that dictate relationships, the endless game of cat and mouse, tolerating the ego-maniacal bull sh't, and diarrhea mouths.Now, I over-stand, it is the gravity of frustration that's influencing my perception of the situation but after nine years of drama I humbly retract my application for participation. I no longer have the imagination to suppress my conscience. Call it, losing my liking for candy coated craziness. Of course, there was a time when I did not feel like this but as a realist, I have a condition to see the world for what it is and not what I want it to be. And, the nature of this poem is not to get my readers to agree with me. It's Just, after continuous searching I can honestly say that I know the reason why we are this way. Most people tend to believe that there are no historical elements at play. Excluding the exceptions that will remain at this time unspoken, black people in this country are descendant from the beaten and the broken. When factoring in the history it is easier to see the preconditioning. However, this way fairer can no longer afford the pay. Trying to love has brought me to my knees. So, save the desert for those with the appetite to believe and bring me the check please.