NeekThaPoet

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