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Ustulation: A Poem




I've tried to let this die
To let the ambers turn to gray ash
But it wont let me
Oxygen that you breath into me
Let's it live on.
Why do this to me so?

I touch myself  trying to touch the depths of my soul
But I can only get so far
My body bursts opens with tears
because it's my only response
Why do you do this to me?

My life is incomplete without you
Though they tell me I shouldn't say these things
"Weak" is what they pen me
Strong black women shouldn't say such things...
But nothing about this weakens me
Why....why do you do this to me?

It is 106 outside..
The AC humming and the low, melodic whirl of a ceiling fan
Yet I am on fire
lying here on these sheets...
Why do you do this to me?

I cant eat or sleep
I want to consume you for both
I want to stay naked
Just in case so you can clothe me
Why oh why do you do this to me?

I want to feel chocolate flesh on flesh
Dark hands grip ample hips
Massaging mounds of firmness
Sweat upon sweat
causing an inferno
Why, baby, do you do this to.....me....?

Your teeth sink in..into parts of me..
Fingers...lips....chin...
Shoulders...toes..the heel of my foot as it rests on your chest
Marking your territory...
Why do you do this to me?

I need this to stop
my compulsion for you
with the shakes like a junkie
I want to get high on your love
but....why?

Hands cup breasts as you sink into me
Sweat slips between fingers
with each thrust and push...
Beyond inside of me
I want you to penetrate my soul
Why, darling, do you do this to me?

But...you don't do enough


You can do so much more
than entice my body
and fill my mind with lust...
It's not enough
But why.....do you?


Just do it to me...

Comments

  1. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes!! *snaps fingers* I swear you are always in my head.

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  2. Damn!!! Loved this one.

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    1. Thanks. Sadly the inspiration for this was..........yo check your email. LOL

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