untitled (ode to black love pt. 2)
Anyway you want me darling, you may take me
I spread myself across your throne so the treats you desire are within your grasp
Milk and honey and chocolate and pussy galore
I offer myself to you as sacrifice
Which is fitting my King... You are a God
You draw me into your embrace
Your scent is tantalizing
And I forget every man I have ever known
Your tongue circles lazily around the hollow of my neck and my sight wobbles
Is this what paradise feels like?
Protection and solace is all I discover
within your soul
You open your hands to hold me and I feel at home
You open your mouth to drink from me and I know this is heaven
Only your lips can leave me panting like this
My dripping center exposed and dampened from your unrelenting advances
The strength of our lust, second only to our love
There is revolution in black love, there is a rapture in black love-making
You turn me over on your throne
Slowly,deeply slipping in my depths from behind
And the earth quivers
YOU ARE READING
Spineless
PoetrySilience ( (noun): The kind of unnoticed excellence that carries on around you every day, unremarkably-the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolio...
