The Stroke of Midnight

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11:50PM

It's like....

10 minutes to midnight

establishing this invite, envisioning this insight

to merge within the depths of the curves

of this mixed type

hormones speak louder than me....

lemme sit tight

as minutes fly rapidly, frustrations sit dramatically

She's thinkin, "I know he'll be mad at me

for my low cell battery."

Yeah...I know her strategy....

she'll then beat me in the mental with flattery

then fantasies become frantically woven under the canopy



1:15AM

I'm damn near sleeping

awakened by door knocks

it's a sure shot of a pure plot

eyes wide, jaw dropped

she visually stroked my soft spot

of my hardened frame

I know you're late, so pardon your game

no need to explain....I ain't about lock n' chain

got high accolades, ready to spark n' aim

the eyes are painted the color of lust

physical draped in cashmere fabric, the color is rust,

wearin rubber's a must

let me smother you up

cover you up with edible stuff

Parkay-style when I butter you up



1:30AM

critical thoughts encased within

the physical course, consider it bought....

when you pay close attention with a bit of a force

not to mention embedded tension

released at my discretion

manual.....oral....."penal"

codes

not a hard thing to crack, right?

look under the black light

my greatest inscription is my latest edition

as proof of my merciful missions

no convictions or frictions

good fuck or good luck

no superstitions......



3:48AM

quite certain she was hurtin for another inversion

pussy willow and pillows still drenched....thirstin

laid close to a bird's eye view of the persimmon

it carries the forbidden fruits of the papaya

edible sweets....delectible treats

take one good shot of this incredible freak

pulling incredible feats

banging the drum slowly.....

producing impeccable beats

and while the head nods to the rhythm

she devastates and sensates the speakers of my inner system

volume increases to intensified maximum notions

packin in convulsions.....lava-filled explosions

exposing internal lotion

a.k.a. "nut"

sending minerals in general

to butt or gut



8 AM

alarm clock in my ear drills

"bo-dussy" in the air killed

by the fragrance in the air fills

what tender loving care builds

or to put bluntly......

saw honey, face all sunny....cookin me breakfast

and walkin all funny......



(glad we got one in before her monthly).....haha






Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's self explanatory.

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Shaketa Copelin's picture

I envisioned you and I in this poem. Hope you didn't mind my blunt honesty. I guess you could always delete this critique though...very sensual (and nice) poem. Flowed very well.

Average Black Girl's picture

Very sexy. I like your flow.