Pieces of April

There’s this Aries girl who finger f*cked my world / Had me bubble wrapped around the dopest rap as I watched her pinky twirl / “Trust me girl I’ll never lie to you.” / “I’m a touch too much in love with you in my life to be true.”

The Things She Carries

She carries the reflection of a long lost love making up for the years we were made to wait while crossing out strangers faces and names while trying to remain sane throughout it all

Tripping On Her 

I’ve got a story for everything
And marks on my neck the length and girth of Tennessee
From a girl with a sweet tooth for the likes of me
She’s got her eyes on my body of work
And the words I say are always on their mark

The Both of Us

They come in twos. Girls interested in knocking my boots, but my heart was so fragile I was afraid it would break in two. Never again would I allow one all the in… or so I thought. Thanks to you. Down on bended knee I presumed was the last time I’d assume that position, but it wasn’t true.

Your Imperfections Are What Make You Beautiful

You are the finest thing
I have ever laid my eyes in
Not on because your worth
Is not defined by
That tiny hair under your chin

Fake News Matters

The news is no longer news worthy to me. Constantly torn by subjective images on TV. Black lives matter while black on black crime staggers and the state of the economy and inflation continues to lose swagger.

Eyes Wide Open

Prelude Tiny cutouts of affection All ripped up and shredded Stored in boxes of occupants Housed in journals and writing tips A poet’s journey begins With a first kiss I made you privy to it My collaborative compilations extracted in bits 1st Verse Nancy was not shy, I was totally convinced of this Secretive as […]

The Stud With The Butterfly Tattoo

Chapter 1 I was propped up on my lazy boy Comfortable reclining chewing raw almonds when she re-entered the room, smiling Her bottom lip, biting Her silence was deafening and suddently I felt consumed stuffy and diffused as her gaze scanned the whole of the vestibule Until she focused on my face “The pretty lady […]

Weapon Of Mass Pleasure

I was ashamed for at the foot of my lovers bed, none so much as a polished toe did curl, save one Bent in opposite direction The biggest of the bunch and sparing my tongue from licking upon A single sliver of golden pearl, Coating the warmth within her skin My licks danced twirls as […]

Revive The Moment

I think by now the industry must be met with pretense. Hotter than July, let’s reminense As we stood there remembering the 90’s, it was one sunny morning and everything was blue, green, and awkwardly forlorn it seemed Heavy in our hip rollers, we danced into the melody, allowed our sultry movements to be carried […]

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