She wasn’t searching, GOD told HeR “I got You”
Neither was He then out of the clear blue… Kismet, lips met, She wet, He pre-ejaculate
He went for what He’d longed for, HeR whole body to explore, not one single baby fine hair was going to be ignored, the heat in HeR filled His Soul like the ocean’s roar, took one lick and watched HeR soar and heard HeR whisper…
“Oh My God”
© Black Chalk 2015
Written by MaNGOD
My journey to this space took place 6.5yrs ago in Baltimore jacked in to Face
That’s when a King amongst Men, One Allen Simmons aka Endless Scripts, on a whim, threw Me in the lion’s den of Poetry
Thus far My indulgence included Mya uncaged and In The Morning’s Paul Laurence Dunbar
Me, being Pre-Hip Hop, nonetheless I had pop, so I seldom divulged My age but the maturation usually held sway and still they’d be awed cause My Pen had Jaws!
I decided I wanted to spread My wings, try other things besides downing My Peeps
Now I try to unravel the lies, I attempt poorly to free Your minds but sometimes… I get through
So I hope You find something of thought perusing My works!
That said… It has been an expressive journey, a learning, researching and certainly individual thought process, sans spoken word but through fingertips, 1954 to this…Raw Artist