NeekThaPoet

I'm happy for you because you got a new girl. I'm just a little shocked your broke ass is able to show her as you put it, "the seven wonder's of the world". You didn't do none of that when I was with your tired ass. Hell, you couldn't even afford to buy your own bus pass. But I guess you're the one having the last laugh. Baby girl needs to get a friggen grip. I bet you got her believing every lie that comes across your lip. By now she's probably sprung and you got her dick whipped. So why are you still on my back? Go home to your "new girl", because there won't be a recap. Besides, I'm addicted to a new drug. So stop hoping for a relapse! So get a clue and go bug your new boo. Face it I'm done and I don't want shit to do with you.

Tear tracks are still staining my face. My mind and soul feels somewhere out of space. My entire being just feels somewhat displaced. Crying because I'm still grasping the concept of this pain. Praying to God and trying to figure out what lessons I'm going to gain. Struggling with all my might and trying to stay sane. On the floor on my knees until they're bloody and sore. Crying out in vein because I failed my spiritual chore. Screaming for forgiveness because I don't want a tour of hell's door. Choking on my sobs because the words are coming out so fast. Then I feel a touch on my shoulder helping me get something short of a grasp. Then there it is, the lifting weight of the negativity also known as my past. I can see clearer now, so I turned around to speak, but no one was there. All I could do was stop and stare. Then I remembered the saying, "God doesn't put you through more than you can bear".

Touching your body to find what I want. Scouring your jungle like a predator on the hunt. I'm searching to find the treasure that gives you pleasure. Going to great lengths without any measures. Stating my claim without any shame. Getting what I want minus all of the games. Lingerie flowing with my red spiked heels. Watching my every move as though you're enjoying the thrill. Candle lit room, and wine by the bottles. Allowing me to take control at full throttle. Making your body tingle with every stroke of my hand. Making you feel as though you're in a foreign land. Allowing you to arrive with just the slightest fickle of my being. Giving you the goal of making your inner core sing. Boning, groaning, and making you moan. A healthy nut is what I will definitely condone. Thanking me by returning the favor. Eating and licking so you can savor my flavor.

Trying to see through clouded sight. Hoping and praying you're not tired of the fight. I don't want to be selfish and tell you to stay sick because I need you here with me. You're headed to heaven, so it's ok to take the key. I love you Granny and that will never change. Trying to get around this hurt in my heart and this tremindous pain. My soul is aching because you are leaving me to fend for myself. I don't want you to go, but I know it will be for the best because you're not in good health. Just say you'll be my angel and that might make it alright. You could live in my heart and continue to be my guiding light.                                          I wrote this poem for my Granny's Obituary.                                              R.I.P Bertha M. "Granny" Webster                                                     11/28/38-02/13/12                                                      I love and miss you, w

It still hurts that I can't hear your voice. Telling me it's going to be alright. It feels as though I just lost you last night. My heart is aching because I miss you so. No more aches and no more pains, you're with God this I know. But why do I feel so hurt that you're not here with me? It's tough, and people keep telling me that you're looking down on me but I'm selfish and it's not enough. I can't stop these tears that fall from my eyes. I try to act as if everything is fine and that I'm alright, but it's all just a lie. I'll never be the same because I lost my bestfriend. It replays in my mind again and again. I miss you so much Granny, why did you have to leave? I just pretend you are at home because this is something I refuse to believe.                                                                                         R.I.P Granny

No more this, no more that. No more erotic chats. No more questions about when you're going to play with the cat. I've eased back and given you a lot of slack. Did I smother you in the arms of another? Did it scare you that we might become lovers? Did you think once wasn't a factor and could be a non existing number? Did I give away way to much of my private world that makes up my being? It must have made you head for the hills without looking back because you were to busy fleeing. Was I too blunt in telling you what I want? Did I show off a bit too much without allowing you to be on the hunt? I guess I did to much with my deviant body flaunt. Why did everything change? Was I way out of range? Don't get it twisted, I didn't want your last name. I just wanted our little fantasy world to remain the same.

We just did a marathon, but we didn't use our feet. Just one sultry kiss and we ignited the heat. Legs entwined on a bed of satin Sheets. Engrossed with love making for hours. Holding my climax hostage with your sword because it has the power. Bumping and grinding until I've given you every petal on my internal flower. Arching my back as I place scratches on yours. Losing count of how many times I came, I believe I stopped around three or four. Im so hot I  just need you to douse this flame. We just did a marathon of sex. To hot for Tv because it's rated X. Nowhere near the pages of any book because of the steamy subject. It still makes me want you when I sit back and reflect.

I have a dirty little secret that I'm holding deep inside my core. When I'm found out, some may call me a dirty little whore. You see, I am seeing someone other than my spouse. He comes to play whenever I am alone in the house. He knows how to push the right buttons to get me where I need to be. He's always right there willing and ready to please me. No strings attached when he makes love to me. Whenever he touches me, I just anticipate the heat. Arching my back when I am closer to eruption. Holding on tightly as though my hands are made out of suctions. We have a bond that nobody will be able to comprehend. Damn, I think I'm in love with my Battery Operated Boyfriend!