Black Poetry : name time and place

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I’ll consider myself a winner
when i become
your cocktail before dinner
how big a sip
my mind spun
when Him say,
“more than sextillion ton.”
only MyHim knows true
who i’m lusting and writing to
got his beat on my pulse
and his keys in my purse
we gone play doctor and nurse
until this heatwave burst
we can meet up there on the roof
I’ll bring the cake and the juice

I get to adjust my crown
taking sips from her cup of round
hearing the slurping sound
like a cocktail that she mound
right before dinner
truly tell you I'm the real winner
as I scribe wit quill
only she knows what give me thrill
So I write to her again
she know who she is more then friends
our distance nolonger a trend
together we are deep within
She knows how to lite my fire
then fill all my extreme desires
she not for hire
because she my queen I admire

Da live wire shaking again.