poetry
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He wanted to feel my hands pulling on his locs As he was face down and my pussy up His beard gripped thigh tight He imprinted me Drawing his brand with his tongue Across my lips Across my clit Across my slit Drinking from the key of life Until he was as bulletproof as his
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I want to Ink my name across your lips Imprint my love across your chest Transcribe my soul across your dick
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Hey babe. Not to brag, but did you know my pussy has super powers? My pussy is the lazarus pit healing you, restoring you and giving you immortality that you may rise again and again and again. When you wake up, yesterday is just yesterday because my pussy was the spark to create the fire
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Every imprint left leaves an ability to create new memories and reshape my synapses to fire in a rhythm with the pulse of your breath as it becomes slower and deeper As your breathing shifts from images created by my words vibrating to an orgasm imagined, but unfulfilled.
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You never professed that I was yours Never made my protection part of your daily engagement I was the black bag spinning around the carousel Everybody checking, turning me over and flipping me around to see if I belonged to them Belonging to everybody and nobody Never claimed
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*Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Confess Is confession healing for the soul? All the ancient texts of wisdom seem to agree – tell it to a voice behind a screen, write it on paper, draw it on the walls and your soul will soar. Does that mean today’s oversharing/random check-ins and long rants on social media are
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You never thought there would be multiple people sharing our bed Infusing their energy Their experiences Sexually, seductively, sensually Sonia, Countee, Langston and many many more. Gender didn’t matter because we moved through them all, giving each one a moment’s meditation for their words: on love, on sex, on healing, on God, on family, on
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I paused when I saw the picture now long gone The one I knew immediately I wanted to recreate with you and would hold in my mind while I masturbated dreaming Us and a bed Me and my thighs You and your lips me on all fours, my knees surrounding your ears while your beard
Wandering & Wondering 