Black Poetry : things that i do...

baller

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the things that i do
........................i did
........................i've done

i look back on life...the things that i've done
that caused me great pleasure...like the booty i've won

back in the day when i'd go out to play
wagering time...against the words i'd say
oh!
games of chance...yeal, i did those, too
dominoes
chess
rolled all that **** at you

the game most played was none of those, G.
pass the cue
step away
and leave a playa be

"I'll play you, dawg"
as she pulled out her case

"No...no, you won't
now get out my face."

she chalked up her cue and bent from the waist
pendulums bouncing
in the confines of her lace
i thought to myself, "i wonder how those will taste?"
as she five railed the NINE with a smile on her face

"if you're scared" she said "maybe you should walk away
take yo' forty and get lost...or, break the balls and let's play."

"obviously, you've never met a brutha like me
scared...did you say...get the rack and we'll see"

"hold up, baby boy...i don't play this for free
drop the duckettes and get busy or step the hell off of me"

"you name your poison...i'll name mine
not in it for cheddar, so, don't waste my time
you talking much ****, so...tell you what i'll do
kick yo' ***, three straight...just to get a taste of you"

"WHAT!

Hold up.

did you say what i think...i ain't no ten dollar HO
hustling on my back
this is pool...what's up, yo'?"

"if you're scared, step away...wasn't that yo' childish line
all this talk is holding me up...come on, NEXT...she's wasting my time."

"Hell, No...small man...don't front on me
i'll kick yo' tired ***...easily"

"***** that **** you be talking...you innocent, little babe
yo' game is weak...you just got played
if even you had game enuff for me
you'd grab the rack and get busy...so you could lose with dignity"

"we'll see who be losing."

the first game was mine
didn't give her a shot
dropped the NINE on the break {in the second}
****, brutha, i was hot
the third game, i ran...but missed the EIGHT
she smiled
chalked her cue
the sistah couldn't wait

she dropped the EIGHT ball...then, took a little break
sizing up the table
anxious
she couldn't wait

just like a rookie, she missed her next shot
rested her head on the table...said, "****, it's your shot."

i sank the NINE in the corner...right by her crotch
smiled
licked my lips
another sucker in the pocket

"WELL,
babygurl
where shall it be
on this table
a hotel
make the trip home with me"

"i don't welch on bets {but this is absurd}
still,
i strapped on the bet
i'm a girl of my word"

she dropped panties on the floor
and crawled to my feet
pulled self up my legs
and hauled out my {meat}

i sat in a chair and leaned back my head
wallowed in the joy she produced between my legs
'she stood up and stripped
spread eagle on the table

"make me moan, big boy
if you think you're able"

iiiiiii.......

walked away.:)

{hey...i didn't know her from eve
AIDS don't discriminate...brutha, please}
 
Huntress...

thanks for the love, babygurl. amazing...the things which motivate us most.:) always ready for a feeling...you know.

$$RICH$$...you know how we did it back in the day. anything for that FEELING that left us all GIDDY and **** like that. but then, back in the day...we didn't have to worry about AIDS and all that other stuff that the young ones have to look out for, TODAY.

THANKS FOR THE READ.
 

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