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By l0nnieugene on 02/09/2007
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I’m lQQking @ a photo
that’s been the promo
4Your dynamism & its diamond prism
such that even @ a distance
I had no resistance
system
2Your mysticism.
Within the background
under that light lamp shade
we many a night camp laid, made
& would blend a damp parade
of Black sounds.
That’s what i now use as my Muse
in order 2 stay alive
during those lean years
between tears
when I felt abolished in a solar void
this Black gold emperor
had an ‘attract cold’ temperature
that kept me in freeze form
captioned in Your absence
as no degrees warm
I knelt in solace b4 a Polaroid
In it You wear a powder white nightie
that has the power2 incite nightly
fantasies oozing from my musings
about what lies beneath that long shirt
surely no wrong or hurt!!!!
I know the ‘piece in that valley’
will @least tally
a cushy, bushy feel & appeal.

I fantasize that 1of these Mondays
I’ll land inside those undies
2the Chocolate Sundaes
sweet heat leaks, seeks2speak
as my hands’ guide,
a translator
that expands greater
“Y” territory n2 an era of glory
by being a calm envoy
that gives Your almond uncommon joy
2 the uncommon almond joy
by making my fingers linger
like a thrill factor
that’ll become Your will’s master
as I act naughty
& perform bath math
on Your Black body
~~via the fabulous calculus
of accurate, immaculate reception
of my er _ _ _ _ _ n.
& if fair maiden,
hair straightened Helen of Troy
launches a fleet of ships
imagine
what those conscious of Your sweet lips
& melanin could deploy
& would have no need
4the erosion force of a Trojan Horse.

I fantasize that You are unaltered on a medallion
sculptured by an Italian
a chain globe that encircles my neck
just above
my otherwise plain robe of purple specks.
Just below the waist
with a very slow pace
my hands leave land
gravitate, navigate2 Your canals of Venice
where I become both Your pal & apprentice
but never be banal or a menace.
…& with an ardent push
& more than a spark of confidence
I enter the Garden Bush
door2 the Dark Continent
which has been the brightest situs
when I’ve dropped in4 many late nite, relaxed scenarios
where I have no defense 2 descent
n2 the profound gifts’ stream
of Your mounds of whipped cream
topped with bright, Black cherry glows.
& there is pleasure, not pressure
4me2 tally & tarry
in Your frolicful orifice
amongst the forest mist follicles
of Your Kalahari
where I hoist my choice flagpole
from a passion point
in Your moist snag hole
~~~that diamond lined hymen mine
which when it rains
it shines a flame divine
that unzips, grips
nabs & grabs
& leads 2the need
@the hot spot
the crown entrance
2Your Brown empress.


© By l0nnieugene On 2/9/2007 6:37:18 AM
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