“HER” Ruby-shade-faded marble-brown swirl with pepper-salt strand-streaks. This describes the hair of “HER”! Rich outlined surprise brows short of meeting with an upside-down question-mark nose, equal high-rise bone-cheeks and eyes like sparkling stars from a trillion miles away. This describes the face
This Morning… This morning I had felt your breath on the back of my neck You pulled me in as our bodies created a mold I felt your pelvic area fixed in on my rear end And all I could feel is
I pressed my lips to her cup. Tasting, sampling the gifts offered in her chalice. Swallowing the parts of her soul offered me. In this, I am a captive to the pleasure. Chained to the inclination to be a pause in the
Unscripted A poem created by Elle McLin Sometimes I can’t release the pain in my tears As I fight to get them out, weeping violently Pain struck, convulsions where body shakes Heartbroken, yet still breaks And each shard shreds me inside Once
God Bless the Child… When the world is not yours, It strolls to the rules of others In this life, the adults dictate the rights from the wrongs And they come with advantages that are never described, But lay strong in the
In mine she was poetry.
She was oxygen.
She was soul beautiful.
I have No Field of Lilies Only Cotton Flowers that Bloom When I dance Nurtured and watered by By Bloody Fingers that drip from being pricked Twirl Spin and Fly High Gravity is my Sky For I am unable to be
For as long as I can remember there’s been this shade that hovers just above my mind’s third eye and clouds my thinking It skews… distorts… and colors my view of things. And when I’m not looking it has a knack of
Thick Sista Some have the nerves to think my curves are offensive Too much hips, voluptuous breast, thickness in places That makes some men lose their breath Talkin’ that “sista please, you’re such a tease, Gotta brotha like me down on my
Pretty Soap And the old homeless man said, “Excuse me Miss, I don’t mean any disrespect, I believe that my nose is deceiving me And you’re the reason… I know it’s summer but you smell like Spring season” He drew in closer,