Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by angelicsage, Nov 8, 2004.
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now u see i know this so well it's a continue vision
this speaks to me deeply sis.
Poetry has been very, very good to you!
This poem is very well thought out and executed perfectly. What a nice piece of work.
Here all the while I thought poetry was a woman...but I guess for women poetry is a man...
My sister, you are a bright in the sky. Once again, you have drawn me into every line with your imagery - feels like I'm right there with you. I think this is my favorite:
A fluttering in my womb…left my soul in fetal contortion
You have got such a gift, lady. Much love to you.
You never cease to amaze me, because you are amazingly "Awesome"...and then some.
Simply breathtaking the way you portray poetry, that muse that takes you further within than you dare to go alone, and allows your pen to thoroughly express that voyage. You must have been exhausted after writing this piece...were you? This is beyond words.
Call me to thy musky dell,
Thy sweet faced femme fatal.
Intise me with thy smile,
Entrance me with thy guile.
At thy feet lay fawning sheep,
Adorning thy perfumed bower,
Withered flowers in a heap,
I Play with your things for an idle hour.
I will sing, dance, do thy whim,
Strut, crawl, prance, or spin
For one look, for one glace,
Bleating " Oh! thou doth entrance.
But when sunbeams dance beneath the sun,
when Sage Caressing flowers puts me to fire,
Then I shall have my gleeful fun
Playing upon my love-blooted lyre.
With black veined **** in hand
I will stretch thy blood gorged lips,
Rend thee with deep passions mad
Astride thy pulsating hips.
Beneath the suns warm red glow,
While we franticly fucckk my dear-
One quivering sweaty pair-
Like tangled vines in the scented air,
I will pleasantly make my dear,
Midst muffled moans and soft sighs-
As thy sap rises, fluids drip, and
Heart doth thud-
Captive of thou soft pink throbbing
Midst sweet pleasures sweet after
While lolling languid in your lap,
When quivers are one ecstatic flow,
Ripperling wildly from below,
Then with pleasure I shall go.
great flow boo..i thought i would jump classic for u ...hookup
Thanks poet...the love is felt!
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