Buried in the

The Library

Let's go on a date to the bookstore, I will merely fill your soul with enough words of affirmation that you will literally breathe novels for your appetizers, we will read for our entrees and have the gym for dessert because I gotta flirt with mines, see a sexy body goes well with a naked mind and when I touch you, I wanna stamp you with bestseller status, see you ain't the baddest because of your outside, cause just like this work of fiction, I've learned that you truly cannot judge a book by its cover the same way you can't assume attractiveness will make a good lover, but when you crack that book open.....you'll see that those white pages are nothing until they are touched with black ink, the same way that I am useless to you unless I'm willing to read your story, tell me about what makes you, what breaks you, I wanna know everything, I wanna know your hopes, your dreams and the man who scares you in your nightmares, just so I can beat hisin my sleep, t...

I Just Wanna F**k

Let me apologize in advance, I’m gonna be so blunt with this poem that your friends catch contacts and you get directly high from this supply of vocal cannabis, I wanna f**k you, I wanna f**k you like the spirit of your old boyfriend is trapped inside of you and the only way to release him from your inner flesh is to beat the s**t out of that n***a, I wanna f**k you, I’m talking about ***ing you like you had cardiac arrest and my d**k is only thing that can provide CPR, clit and resuscitation, I wanna f**k you like the government does my paycheck, I literally wanna tax that ass, I wanna f**k you as if your body was GPS and your location signal all of a sudden got lost, and now instead of knowing which direction to go, I say f**k it, I’m just gone put the pedal to the gas and say wherever I end up is where I’ll be, I wanna f**k you and literally knock the black off yoand pull out and wonder what am I doing with this white , because the only white meat I f*...

Anti-Vegan

The world has now put me under the pressure to go anti-meat, its bad for your teeth, bad for the soul, the body wasn’t designed to break down those meaty enzymes and I’m just sitting back eating a burrito like...really...but how silly is that, to get turned off by some shards of fat, a steak, a flank, the same the caveman shanked but, I’m wrong for eating meat, so how do you explain what we all came out of, how do you explain medium well that marinates itself in its own juices and tastes like a sweet peach, with no seasoning needed, that’s a flavor to savor, see no vegetable can provide that, no carrot can make me sit back, look at it and go damn, I’m bout to go ham with all pun intended, cause just like that pork it’s all pink, so allow me to sink into the best meat God ever created, it needs to literally be on a menu under entree with a disclaimer, having this meal comes with an 18% gratuity, even though I give her 100% immunity cause she wi...

Conversations

If making love is an artform, then our canvas should be filled with so many colors that God himself says I’ll be damned, I gotta take the rainbow back and create something else, I literally want to paint you, I mean like seriously, display you for all to see while dusting you off after the museum closes for business, see I get timid when dealing with buried treasure, and its when I bury myself inside of you that I learn the true meaning of history, and that’s when you enter into a sacred temple that walls should not be desecrated, If my isn’t having a conversation with you then I’m doing it all wrong, with every stroke he should be telling you why every man before me was the wrong choice, why I am the only one who should keep you moist, and pardon me, and occasional hoist may be necessary so I hope your frequent flier mile points have not yet been redeemed, because sometimes love is unseen, as a man, we plan on entering into a dark crevice where waters ma...

Sleep

Come in my dreams, like literally, cum in my dreams, after you come see me, they say sleep is the closest thing to death so forgive me when I tell you that I die in that p***y, I hate awakening to missing you from my side of the bed, so excuse me for my head seeming off at times, I like naps in the mid day for you to see me rise at my twelve and hit you in the 6, your body are the hours between one to five and I thrive on those 300 minutes of exploration, see my situation is not like most, most wanna stay awake and experience 16 hours days after natural nine to fives, but I thrive on coma like conditions and await your hospital visits where you stay by my side until I come two, but I don’t plan to come two, but you can plan to come three, four, five, maybe six times, be my ventilator and give me life saving oxygen through your lips and I mean both pair, but still, take me back to an unconscious state cause the fallacy of a dry as reality aint even fair, I’d rather rom...

Mind F**ked

Bring yo fine, five foot seven, one hundred and whatever pounds of beautifully shaped caramelover here, and I say that in the most disrespectful yet respectful way, take off your clothes, but not literally, that’s simply a bonus that I’m gone earn after putting in my 40 hours, let me devour your inner thoughts, let me lick you from your cerebellum to your cerebrum and show you why they call me the cerebral assassin, allow me to taste your past and digest your future, cause all that matters is the present, let me present something to you that you may not be used too, an orgasm of epic proportion without touch, taste or smell, I want you to see your own eruption in my eyes as I gaze into your mind and I want your eardrums to burst from the screams inside of you, see I haven’t even touched you, and yet here we are, standing in a room with rising water levels because your leak can’t be contained, in an ordinary place, firefighters would be scrappin tooth and ...

Garden

Roses are Red

P**** is Pink

Hover it on my face

Allow me to drink

-The end

Hands

A random woman felt like a groupie when she saw me write and said that the fingers on my hands belonged to her, I said if they did what would you be doing, instantly, I asked myself why did I ask that, she replied, I would take two of those fingers and taste myself, because words give appetizers to five course dishes, this middle finger would say *** you, get it, *** you, not in a bad way, it’s the only dry finger where I could tell you to come here, the index and the thumb would be used to pinch my lips shut, because in most apartments, loud noises are banned from the hours of ten to six, and an eviction notice is the last thing needed, with the other hand, you could choke me until I am exorcised of any other man that has ever been in me, see your hands are your hands simply because you write, your hands are my hands because your touch gives me life, isn’t it amazing, how fingertips can talk more to your body by barely touching your skin, laying your hands on me feel...

Liquor(pronounced lick-Her

I remember watching Love Jones, the young man introduced himself as a brother to the night, but shorty never gave her pen name, so lemme pen her down in my book as...fine, fine as wine, I wanna drink her liquor like its been sitting in a barrel getting right for over 150 years, see hennessey ain’t got on what she serving, and to serve her I don’t take sips I take shots, multiple ones at that, cause grabbin that bottle and chuggin is drunkenness at a whole nother peak, *** drunk in love I wanna be drunk in lust as she bust and she cuss and maybe fuss as I put a tug to her hair, because you know black women are sensitive about their hair, but I don’t care, rather I don’t give a ***, she never should’ve given me the first sip, but don’t trip, cause once it’s chugged down, I’ll order another round, she’ll become my alize, my bacardi, my cognac, my A-B-C’s as I give her my A-B-C and she C-O-D, now believe me, it don’t ...

Pancakes

She asked me what I wanted for breakfast, I told her, gimme the same I been feeding on and feenin on for my entire life, gimme those melanated lips and globe curvature hips, gimme that black oil that ain’t found underground, gimme thatso ripe that apple trees get jealous, girl I don’t just wanna taste your leaves I wanna devour the roots of your melanin, see I’m good with you swallowing my seed, but, I’d rather plant it in your black planet, *** those pancakes topped off with syrup, I wanna top you off and drain you like a fresh oil change, lubricating your inner being every 3,000 miles with intercessory tune ups and rotations, see, we was talking about breakfast, how the *** we start talking bout the mechanic shop, but that’s what you do, you throw me off track, so lemme get back on track and ask can you be my morning snack, now I know, growing up, we wasn’t allowed to have snacks until after we ate our meal, but let’s make a deal, you ...