Black Poetry : The Booty Calls

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Booty Calls

The Booty

There are BIG ones, and
Round ones
High ones, and
Dropped-down ones
From the luscious to the skinny
Where narrow is SOMETIMES good and plenty
With hips…and without
Surrounding juicy wet lips that pout
Causing fits of great gasping(s)
Like street assassins
All pout(y) when smooth shaven
Leaves a brutha craving
A drink from her fountain of extreme delight

Even if she AIN’T right

Using her cream machine
To bankroll her dreams…and things

~ Ya know what I mean ~

From pear-shaped to apple bottom
Tear drops…for those that’s got’em
The tight ***
And the loose
Bruthaz salute ALL women
With da BIG caboose

~ Coz hard bodies left us when we lost our youth ~

Ain’t that tha truth

The booty calls

The twitch

The bounce

Every pimple

Every ounce

Shaking and stirring
Without words…it’s screaming

~ Come get this ~

I see…
Variety of this…this
Earth shaker
…This entrance maker
Wiggling
…Giggling
Under thin layers of
“Wishful thinking”
Liken unto a rich treasure
That won’t quit the river’s flow

~ And I go… ~

“Baby, please…
Just rub it up against me.”

Hmmm…

Its taste is
Thick and luscious
Plump to the touches
And mush(es)
Whenever
E
N
T
I
C
E
D

AIN’T THAT NICE

Booty calls

They sing sweet melodies
To the fellow in me
The young and tall
The short and old
Slim
Plump
And small
But that’s not all (I see)

When the booty calls

Whispering its need
To please
While encased in
G-strings, or
Thongs, or
French-cut panties…and lace
All up in the face…of
Man or woman
Its visual stimulus
Igniting soul-stirring songs of
“Intimately warm,” and
“Suggestively strong”
Couplings
Where s(extracts)…and
Aphrodisiacs
Create erotic stimulations
On sex(plicit) occasions

Coz Booty calls

They sing loud the song of nature’s call
Heated and bold
In its skimpy attire, and all

Booty calls

In an undertone
It sings its song of
“Come get this”
Causing me to wish upon a midnight’s star

~ You know who you are ~

It sings to me
In smooth rhythm motions
Of scintillating vocals

“Take me”

It sang songs
Of “wrong” over “right”
Calling my name in
Duo-physical exchanges
That screams

“Take me”

In the middle of the night

Under dawn’s early light

Ensnared by the
Flimsy trappings
Of your favorite happenings

The Booty Calls

In the deliciousness of its way
Even the heated smells
In their all-so-inviting sway

Hmmm…

The yummy yum
Of them delectable buns
Got a brutha hip-hopping
For a chance encounter
With your
Rocking (chair)

Do you mind if I stare at…

The Booty

There are slim ones, and
Tight ones
Flat ones, and
Just-right ones
With…or without hips
Just waiting to be sipped

The Booty Calls​
 
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STANDING OVATION!

I couldn't help but laugh at the memories you brought back for me as I read this! I couldn't even playfully tell my ex to "kiss my behind" cuz he would literally do it! He would wrestle me to the bed and actually kiss my behind! LMBO! --
Whew! Pardon. I had a flashback! :lol:

But, yes, this poem is a MASTERPIECE! An ode to tha BOOTAY and Black womanhood!

You represented for every "Big Booty Judy!" lol

:bowdown:
 

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