Poetry

sapiosex

i want to caress your passion.

i want to kiss the words that endlessly flow from your sweet lips,

honey

i want to take a gentle bite into your intellect and taste it’s sweet succulent power.

let me gaze into your eyes and look deeply into your soul as you share your thoughts and motives.

i want to ménage à trois with your MIND, BODY and SOUL.

when you touch me with your intellect,

i breathe DEEPER and DEEPER with every sentence of knowledge you share.

my moans of understanding grow louder with each epiphany

as you tease my senses with two titillating fingers.

you challenge me to reach greater depths of knowledge with each stroke.

together we anger the neighbors of mainstream society with our intercourse

because we exchange wisdom and destroy the chains of ignorance.

HIGHER, LOUDER, FASTER……slower

we reach mental orgasms together.

Trombone

She wears a blue jacket that reeks of cologne.

She thinks of past days while she waits by the phone.

She feels as if a failure or a family disgrace.

While tears fall from her eyes and pour down her face.

It’s a rainy day around her as she plays her trombone.

Each day people pass and ignore her backbone.

Once her tears subside and slow down their pace.

She wipes off her hands and lifts up her face.

Her heart now mended, corrected and sewn.

She begins to feel better now and continues her journey to home.

We Found Lies

Have you learned more from the classes you failed?

I’ve learned more from the people that bailed.

Not just me, but an entire generation.

For years we have been looking up to a fraud ass administration.

The sky’s the limit and good things come to those who wait,

But within these statements we found lies that I’m ready to debate.

Haven’t you seen better things come to those who are proactive?

I’ve found that revolutions are classified for the reactive.

Late AM thoughts after the midnight hour.

Let’s be woke. Ready I’m ready to devour .

Let’s fight the injustice!

Use all your power.

Photo Cred: KW