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Kyle Ray Smith Mar 2017
Do you taste it?
The ease and cool mystification she gives you…
The addiction like a passionate revival

Do you feel it
The gratification she grants
BAM you’re baked like a cake
Her lips like a love potion
Her hips like LSD and you’re riding the cool waves of Janis Joplin

Do you need it?
That midnight body on you like I did
Those ******* hands, that ******* tenderness

Do you **** it?
Like there is no tomorrow, do you make that body quease under you?

Little do you know she’s toxic, like a cigarette between your teeth
Swallowing the forsaken **** up that is your whole being
She is like a tear rolling down your cheek, exposing you.
You’re in deep and in love with a *******…
Cigarette
To the Girl  I loved and Her New Man
sheloveswords Mar 2017
I'm allowing him to be a man
I'm letting him spend all of the money inside of his pocket
until there is lint aslumber in his wallet
for him to feel the need and know the deed that he must provide
I allow him to make the critical decisions and life altering choices for him to know that he is fact the man of the house hold
I fall in line
I give him time
I let him breath
I let him know my divine femininity sometimes get the best of me
to the point that
I can't help but to worry
to care
to be mad at him
to stare
at my hero, my all that I want inside and out of a man
I allow him to be a man
I let him experience his frustration
and channel his anger even if that means I watch his fist ball
and maybe hit a wall
for him to know that
He has strength
He has emotion
I allow him to be a man and notice that he should never put his hands upon a woman
I anger him
to help teach him you must forgive
you must feel
we must not fight
it is human to be angry at me but he learns to never bring it to the bed before he holds me tight within his ebracing arms at night
a man learns never to go to sleep upset
I allow him all the means that he need in order for him to know
that he must protect
and he protects his queen
I am utterly satisfied
when I feel the damsel in distress I know in his built tower I can hide
and I am safe
I allow him to be a man and know He is the King
I am the Queen and I know my place
at his side
the adornment for my man
I will not hide
I allow him to be a man and position me anyway he please
I acknowledge him as my man
every time I fall down and get on my knees
for him
I quease for him
I pray for him
I submit to him
I slay for him
My King of Solomon
My Boaz, I am your servant
I would uncover and lay at your feet
if you please
I am your Ruth as you bless me
I am your possersorship, you may dress me
and give me life
heal with me
walk with me into the light
blinding the impossibilities
because my man is altogether capable
my man is able
my man is strong
my man is dominance
my man is home
to where my heart is
I allow him to be a man and decide if he wants to live
if he wants to love
if he wants fight
if he wants to give up
if he wants to feel
I allow my man to be my shield
to be my all
I allow him to fall
so he can get back up
I am allowing him
to be the best manifestation of his man that he could possibly be
for himself
for us all
for this world
for his family
for Yah and
my most delicate
I allow for him to be a man
my man
solely
for me


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A soul yonder,
Speak
Yes
Does it ease.

Inhale, ah
Forever.

Breathe.

A distance, great
Felt closed with a breeze.

Whisper to me
It is not a dream.

Quick!
Grasp it, sense it,
Make it freeze?

What was it so abrupt,
Here then gone
Sickly stomachs quease.

Another breeze
Another month
Another, forgotten routine.

Consistency, unfathomable
But fathom I ask… you

Please.

Once under moon
Tell me
It is not a dream.
This is my first poem I took seriously and it's the birth of me discovering my poetic side a few months ago.

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