Black Poetry : Tainted Jizm (He Lurks)

tysto

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His delivery was like chivalry
when he approached her trying
to coax her into doing the devil's
dance in the dark.
His strategy is too much for inferior
intellects to fathom when he selects
random hearts blackened by fallen
faith succumbed to love's assassin
doves.
A master at what he does.
I wish I was.
Cause then I could harness his chamness
and channel his energy to annihilate
my shyness and power my prowess;
but I couldn't handle his hard heart.
As I watch this brother I discover that
his level of the game is off the link.
A whisper.
A wink.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
I think she ordered a daiquri which is
satisfactory for some,
but not where he from.
He played it a little longer and she
ordered something stronger.
After all, alcohol is the afrodisiac
for this evenings activities of captivity back at his facilities.
Now they moving.
Oozing back to his flat where the real
party at.
She pulled out a party hat.
He said "I don't need that."
Took it and tossed it.
He like it raw.
He like to nibble.
He like to gnaw.
When he first saw her naked anatomy it
was flattery cause GOD made her fly.
Her onion made him cry.
He made her try things she swore she
would never do.
She never knew.
She didn't know about the venom he had
in him,
poison from his previous and priors and
all their devious desires.
The fire's flame is fierce in his furnace,
he waits to be buried cause he's already
dead.
His death has spread.
 

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