The dark and devilish nature of her words



Strike my soul with bone crushing impact



Delivering me to unfathomable heights



Soaring beyond valleys of unspoken truths



I swear I could feel the searing pain secreting



From the puddles of ink unmercifully *******



From within her little black pen of revenge



A cold, hard case of poetic justice iced my veins



Slashing fiercely through the tender tissues of my heart



Leaving a dreadful scar of excruciating scorn



Forever embedded in what was once a sacred home



It was as if a voodoo ritual was taking place



Possessing every inch of my flesh successfully



Soaking my skin with tsunamis of fear



Compelling my body to dance with the spirit



As I danced to the rhythm of the drums



A cloud of smoke was blown to distort my vision



In the wake of the smoke I began to hallucinate



The image of a **** harlot equipped with a machete



Appeared before my eyes taking me by surprise



Ready to slaughter and **** all who oppose her



And rob them of their oh so precious manhood



She pressed her lips against the blade then blew a kiss



The kiss caressed my lips with the taste of honey



By the swift blow of a gentle breeze she was gone



When I returned from this coma of entertainment



A severe addiction was unmistakably evident



My taste buds craved for more of this woman's literature



I had fallen victim to her powerful hex of poetic justice





By Glenn McCrary





© 2011 Glenn McCrary





(All rights reserved)

The luxurious display of her naked frame



Complimented by the smooth, creamy color



Of her French vanilla skin sparkled within



The glow of the ultraviolet rays expelling



From the cores of my eyes purely crafted



By the hands of pure entertainment



To the rhythm of the breeze her hair swayed



A strikingly beautiful centerfold she was



With her thighs spread open as a warming invitation



Page after page my fingers harmoniously treaded



Characterized by intense levels of passion and lust



Value unquestionably worth billions of dollars



The entire physique of this dazzling creature



Can not be bought simply because she's worth



Much more than men could want to think or believe



She leaves behind a streak of sharp, quality eye catchers



Too bad the vision doesn't stray too far from the magazine

Every night from dusk until dawn



Fantasies of a promiscuous angel



Cradle my heart with great solace



Serenading me with salacious whispers



Originating from the world of the sexually elite



The delectable foundation of this woman's shape



Glided across the majestic incandescence of the moon



Her skin moon bathing in the marvelous afterglow



Her provocative body was like the tree of forbidden fruit



One could simply look but was never allowed touch



Deep inside I was desperately dying to taste



Of the nectarous heaven of her lustful treats



However I inhaled the aroma of her hypnotically ****** scent



For it was airborne and suckering me in with remarkable ease



Injecting me with an elixir of opulent passion and zealous elation



This charming woman gives me taboos of a cutting edge nature



Always leaving me upon my knees crawling back for more



Oh, foxy woman forever you may haunt my fantasies