Black Poetry : Concubine

Soullyricist

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I didn’t intend to be your concubine
But there was something about your charisma that charismatically magnetized me
U were my forbidden destination and like fallen leaves off of maple trees
I flew to u and u were my sugar based brotha
Your brute force taunted my hormones of sexual tendencies and u pleased me in ways that shouldn’t exist

I was your concubine

And you were a sort of fine that left my fingertips tingling with aspiration
Masturbation what?
I lost it right along with my humanistic sanity
I was senseless for you
U crazed me and I fell freely under your manhood
I laid still in my poise of you igniting my body
I was so hot that it seemed like my waterfalls
Fells straight to the bed
It was so good that hallucinations replaced my thoughts
Heaven had my hands and hell had my feet
And

I was your concubine

So you therefore felt the need to beyond please
And in a non-systematic fashion you flipped our action
And like farris wheels on a hot Florida afternoon
I was 98 degrees high
I looked around for the ground and when my vision caught its eye
I did nothing because
I was high
Perspiration became our flesh
But I kept wanting
Wanting and wanting
Until I had
Every ounce of your physicality
Your spirituality
My King
All of you is mine
And I am your Queen
And faithful concubine



© Tawanda Roberson
 

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