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That's Fucking Sad!
Hopelessly alone, I seek my clone, but I can't find her
I know Y, although, I need my X chromosome as a reminder
Burdened and mired by my burning desire to search
I went berserk!
And turned into a sexual provider
But that's not work, 'cause I don't feel no ways tired
I'm inspired by my stroke
Been under many a skirt
Addicted to my eager approach to look for where she's hiding
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to heal my own deep hurt
Letting my tongue contort to please convincingly
Pleading for her to release the me in she
Whispering, "Where's my girl?"
Now I got that pearl, unsheathed
Twenty-three thousand nerves unleashed and humming
Each lick sending electrical impulses
Keeping hips bucking in sequence
Drips, making moistened lips wet
And we ain't even fucking...yet!
I think she's running, just to keep me from cumming to myself
One after another, it's been redundant with these chicks
I wanna be inside my woman, but these females keep getting my dick!
The sadder I get, the more pleasure I give
I just can't quit!
It's like I'm in love with the hate from a Dominatrix whip
A never ending trip as a sado-masochist, has got me looking for mine, through eyes blinded by reciprocity, or the lack there of
My time, between thighs spent longing for my feminine equivalent
Another glutton for punishment, I guess
I know she's out there somewhere, at the edge of my awareness
With a fat, juicy ass & a smooth shaved pelvis
Helpless, a victim of her own reckless desire to find herself in me
Holding half of our key that can unlock we and bring us together
It may be a pipe dream and maybe I should know better
But I gotta keep piping 'til my lady is tethered, to the end of my rope
How will I know, unless I stick & move, like a pugilist pro
I sacrifice my blood and my body having communion with hoes
A term of endearment
Like, "Which one of these bitches is really my nigga?!"
Who can I trust, when I can't figure out past lust?
No longer willing to deal with nobody else
Unless I see myself in her reflection, when she looks in the mirror
Nearer, my God to thee
What do I need?
When it really seems, that I just wanna fuck me and I'm nowhere to be found
As sick as that might sound, it's true
What I do, you wouldn't call making love
Because love has always been around
Every tear I shed makes me more aroused
The more I'm depressed, the more pussy I pound
When I'm feeling down, I'm giving orgasms out, in multiples
Culpable for blessing that ass
After which, some have asked, "Oh my God, how..."
"Shhh!", I said
"It's cool, relax. It's me, and that's just fucking sad."
~disDain~
I know Y, although, I need my X chromosome as a reminder
Burdened and mired by my burning desire to search
I went berserk!
And turned into a sexual provider
But that's not work, 'cause I don't feel no ways tired
I'm inspired by my stroke
Been under many a skirt
Addicted to my eager approach to look for where she's hiding
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to heal my own deep hurt
Letting my tongue contort to please convincingly
Pleading for her to release the me in she
Whispering, "Where's my girl?"
Now I got that pearl, unsheathed
Twenty-three thousand nerves unleashed and humming
Each lick sending electrical impulses
Keeping hips bucking in sequence
Drips, making moistened lips wet
And we ain't even fucking...yet!
I think she's running, just to keep me from cumming to myself
One after another, it's been redundant with these chicks
I wanna be inside my woman, but these females keep getting my dick!
The sadder I get, the more pleasure I give
I just can't quit!
It's like I'm in love with the hate from a Dominatrix whip
A never ending trip as a sado-masochist, has got me looking for mine, through eyes blinded by reciprocity, or the lack there of
My time, between thighs spent longing for my feminine equivalent
Another glutton for punishment, I guess
I know she's out there somewhere, at the edge of my awareness
With a fat, juicy ass & a smooth shaved pelvis
Helpless, a victim of her own reckless desire to find herself in me
Holding half of our key that can unlock we and bring us together
It may be a pipe dream and maybe I should know better
But I gotta keep piping 'til my lady is tethered, to the end of my rope
How will I know, unless I stick & move, like a pugilist pro
I sacrifice my blood and my body having communion with hoes
A term of endearment
Like, "Which one of these bitches is really my nigga?!"
Who can I trust, when I can't figure out past lust?
No longer willing to deal with nobody else
Unless I see myself in her reflection, when she looks in the mirror
Nearer, my God to thee
What do I need?
When it really seems, that I just wanna fuck me and I'm nowhere to be found
As sick as that might sound, it's true
What I do, you wouldn't call making love
Because love has always been around
Every tear I shed makes me more aroused
The more I'm depressed, the more pussy I pound
When I'm feeling down, I'm giving orgasms out, in multiples
Culpable for blessing that ass
After which, some have asked, "Oh my God, how..."
"Shhh!", I said
"It's cool, relax. It's me, and that's just fucking sad."
~disDain~
Published 9th May 2013
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9th May 2013 11:32pm
Ffffffcuuuuuccckkk god dang-WOW bro. This went waaaaaaayyy deep!!! Far more than being about sex, it was like a mirror reflection , an inspection of self...the ink full of mental n lyrical wealth!!! outstanding masterpiece kid!
9th May 2013 11:37pm
Thanks Bro! That means a lot to me...I appreciate your kindness & support, always
10th May 2013 00:56am
My friend this piece is very very deep aside from the crude yet necessary expressions there is much that is being said and much more that isn't;
It will take the one
that is hard to get
to change the fate
that you regret
fore the prize that
is easily acquired,
of it you will soon
grow tiered.
It is a challenge
and conquest that you seek
fore then, it is,
that the prized fruit
will taste all the more sweet.
(Sorry could not help myself.A moving piece my friend)
Red
It will take the one
that is hard to get
to change the fate
that you regret
fore the prize that
is easily acquired,
of it you will soon
grow tiered.
It is a challenge
and conquest that you seek
fore then, it is,
that the prized fruit
will taste all the more sweet.
(Sorry could not help myself.A moving piece my friend)
Red
10th May 2013 1:13am
Now that...is an honest & forthright critique/assessment & a breath of fresh air compared to the empty rhetoric one observes in most comments... I appreciate that from the bottom of my heart, Red...Thank you ;-)
10th May 2013 3:09am
Sex is just motions without emotions, and making love; well, you know the difference. :)))
And you can never find yourself through countless sex acts but you can lose yourself.
Wow, so much in this ink, disdain! I hear the message so clearly! This is the only erotic poem I've come across that made a statement so potent and real! Love this! xoxo
And you can never find yourself through countless sex acts but you can lose yourself.
Wow, so much in this ink, disdain! I hear the message so clearly! This is the only erotic poem I've come across that made a statement so potent and real! Love this! xoxo
10th May 2013 3:47am
Thanks Rain... I agree with your sentiments & I'm glad you enjoyed my lil story ;-)
10th May 2013 3:44pm
no matter how big the collection always seem to be a lack of connection.. yes bro you already know ... being there done that ... till it became redundant....for you it was sadness... me? cheap is the word... we on the same page and different towns...NOW...as for the presentation... Maaaaaaaaan you blew the lid off this mutha!.. yo word game is so so sinister! Haha! you're like the King Cobra exotic yet deadly.. Phenomenal artistry this is!!
11th May 2013 5:38pm
Rotflmao @ "...for you it was sadness...me? cheap is the word..."... Bro! You made me spit out my coffee reading that! Hahaha!!!... I feel you on that too! Lol... But seriously man, thanks for the complimentary analysis. I ALWAYS appreciate your take on my deposits... Peace
10th May 2013 6:48pm
11th May 2013 5:30pm
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11th May 2013 6:48am
Do you know the smiley for a broken heart? The one that looks like one heart broken in two? A friend sent me that one day and I asked why he was broken hearted. He said that he always thought it meant two hearts coming together to make a whole. This poem reminded me of that.
16th May 2013 8:47pm
Thank you for reading & commenting...Your insight is very astute & pretty much sums up what I was going for ;-)
14th May 2013 5:38am
Helpless, a victim of her own reckless desire to find herself in me
Holding half of our key that can unlock we and bring us together
It may be a pipe dream and maybe I should know better
But I gotta keep piping 'til my lady is tethered, to the end of my rope
wow! her half of your whole
hope you find her!
Holding half of our key that can unlock we and bring us together
It may be a pipe dream and maybe I should know better
But I gotta keep piping 'til my lady is tethered, to the end of my rope
wow! her half of your whole
hope you find her!
16th May 2013 8:48pm
