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Mood Swing # 23: Confluence
i felt your pretense as you 'slept'
you felt me grow inside you as i crept
had my thickness stumped between your walls
i paused...just to feel your pulse
feel me grope my greedy hands over your body
soak me in....inhale my musk
as i commune my intent
tonight
my end game is to fuck you like i write poetry
from the abstract to the arrogant and everything in between
it's gonna be all that and a bag of
me filling in your blanks
whispering in your blind spots
deliberate with my diction
um gonna go deep inside...divide your mind
separate fact from fiction
a figment of your imagination now all up in your firmament
taking up permanent residence
feeding you some heavy-handed truth
flipping you over...then over...then back over
cock your legs over my shoulders
make you shoulder the entire weight of me
hold you by your ankles as i
hold you to your promise
crucified...Lucified
grooving in the nexus of you
surfing the ether while surfing your innards
where fetishes meet fantasies
fucking you like a poet binge writing at 3:45 am
flooding you with a clusterfuck of emotions
stuck between disdain and devotion
it's the pain you crave...the sexual tension...
the other dimensions i take you to
the side of me you savor when pastor so and so
delivers his Sunday sermon
as you sit in the pew with no panties...
still leaking of me...still thinking of me
saying 'yass lawd' knowing damn well you
speaking in a whole nother tongue
you felt me grow inside you as i crept
had my thickness stumped between your walls
i paused...just to feel your pulse
feel me grope my greedy hands over your body
soak me in....inhale my musk
as i commune my intent
tonight
my end game is to fuck you like i write poetry
from the abstract to the arrogant and everything in between
it's gonna be all that and a bag of
me filling in your blanks
whispering in your blind spots
deliberate with my diction
um gonna go deep inside...divide your mind
separate fact from fiction
a figment of your imagination now all up in your firmament
taking up permanent residence
feeding you some heavy-handed truth
flipping you over...then over...then back over
cock your legs over my shoulders
make you shoulder the entire weight of me
hold you by your ankles as i
hold you to your promise
crucified...Lucified
grooving in the nexus of you
surfing the ether while surfing your innards
where fetishes meet fantasies
fucking you like a poet binge writing at 3:45 am
flooding you with a clusterfuck of emotions
stuck between disdain and devotion
it's the pain you crave...the sexual tension...
the other dimensions i take you to
the side of me you savor when pastor so and so
delivers his Sunday sermon
as you sit in the pew with no panties...
still leaking of me...still thinking of me
saying 'yass lawd' knowing damn well you
speaking in a whole nother tongue
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