The Poet

The Poet

You ever had a man talk your panties off?

He unhooked my bra with his words,

Every word, a hook was loosened, before I knew it, my pussy was throbbing and my clit, on fire, he licked and blew it. 

Maybe it was like a haiku ,

Nah it was more like an acrostic piece

The touch of

His skin and the smile on his face 

Even while he devoured me, the expression never changed 

Pussy juices drippin down his chin

One word after another as he made me feel 

Every meaning of every word he spoke that poetic shit

That got me right where he wanted me,

Riding the face of The Poet 

KAYTEE 

Masturbation

Masturbation

a perfect scenario

Roll up that fire,

I won't use a swisher tonight

I'll roll up a doob

A glass of wine and a hot shower.

shower steaming up the bathroom,

Doors locked so nobody intrudes, 

On this self love making with no distractions yes this is the perfect "single woman" attraction.

Spark it up,

Inhale, 

Let that shit replace the air in your chest,

Exhale like a G,

Real bitches don't cough or scream.

Grab the lotion and baby powder,

Sitting in front of the mirror, you realize that pussy is a beautiful sight to see, part them lips, chocolate lips leading to a cherry pink sea. Juices flowing, just from the mere thought of what you wanna do to yourself, no extra hands, you don't need no help.

Hit that doob,

The titties sitting pretty and pierced,

Twirl that nipple ring as you inhale another tote of the doob, why am I single she thought, oh yea these niggas is foo's.

Only a fool would allow such perfection please itself. Ash the doob.

Lean back against the wall,

Legs propped open , 

Right in front of the mirror,

Start with two fingers,

Tighten that pussy on em while you arch your back,

Small circles around your clit,

Wetness dropping down your thigh,

3rd finger goes in, harder circles around your clit, fuck niggas THIS YO SHIT. Legs trembling, you're close. Don't slow down, speed it up. More clit action, you feel it coming? Pussy get wetter and tighter. Breathe, breathe, you gotta enjoy the whole thing. Here it comes, pinch that nipple, stick those fingers deeper. hump them fingers, yeaaaaaaaaassss .. Catch your breathe , inhale exhale, baby girl you just did so well. 👏

Freestyle ..

You ever wanted to know how it feels?

The touch, the taste.. It gives your senses an intense thrill. The pussy so warm, sometimes niggas just lay and stare at her, trying to figure out a new way to make her cream. A finger in it ain't shit, make it disappear when i throw it back...on his fingers. Make baby wanna ball up his fist, yes baby, ball it up and twist. Ever had the sensation of all five in you? You ever licked his hand after he stretched that pussy. The taste , the thrill, the pussy gives you intended thrills. Have your heart racing, those fingers go deeper, tighten it up on em for daddy. Daddy like how that shit feels, I told you the pussy gives you intense thrills. 

Drifting On A Memory (Complete snippet)

From the first time he kissed me, his whole being aroused everything within me. I would lose my breath while kissing him, hoping his hand was palming my ass, just to keep me from falling. I would step closer into him, his lips would abruptly leave my lips and attack my neck....the way he licked my neck made my pussy throb almost immediately. His hand would travel through whatever type of bottoms I decided to wear that day. He would grab my panties and pull them back so that the fabric created friction on my clit. His kisses

"Maya! Maya!", Charles shook me out of my sleep. My eyes shot open, I had a feeling id done something very stupid.

"Maya what the fuck? Why is you calling this nigga Sincere name in yo fuckkn sleep?!" The look in Charles eyes scared the shit out of me so I made sure to think it through before I gave him an answer. He looked at me , irritated and waiting for my answer.

"He, Sincere , was in my dream Charles. He was dying and in my dream I was crying so I guess that's why I was saying his name in my sleep." I tried to look Charles in his eyes, I was actually searching for my own answers. How long was I calling out for Sincere?

Charles got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, I sat up with my head against the headboard with my eyes closed, trying my hardest not to cry. I was fucking up big time, i don't know why Sincere kept coming to me in my dreams. Our relationship ended a year ago but then again, we still remain in contact, if Charles knew that though, he would probably leave me for good. I got out the bed and walked toward the bathroom where Charles was. I stood at the door for a few seconds with my ear to the door and what I heard made my heart sink.

I turned the doorknob, it was locked. I put my ear back up to the door and now the water was running. He was trying to hide his sobs. I slid down the door and landed on the carpet, I could no longer hold in my cry. I was hurting. I was hurting the one man that gave me everything in his being just so I could smile. And how do I repay him?

Charles finally unlocked and opened the door,I felt myself falling backward but Charles legs broke my fall. I turned around and looked up at him, his eyes were still red. He had been in the bathroom for almost an hour.

"Charles..." He looked at me with death in his eyes..
"Don't say shit to me Maya", he turned and walked towards the bed.
"But Cha.."
"Didn't I tell you not to say shit to me?! You fuckin calling out yo ex nigga name in your sleep and now you wanna talk to me?!" He looked at me with daggers in his eyes, if I didn't know any better I woulda thought he was bout to whoop my ass.

"Charles!! I told you what I was dreaming about!" I was crying now, my stomach felt weak, my knees felt weaker. If I wasn't holding on to the bed, I'd be on the floor.

"No! Maya you lying! You don't know wtf you be doing or saying in your sleep! You was MOANING that bitch ass nigga name! You was rubbing your pussy in your sleep Maya! Explain that shit to me!!!", I have never seen Charles this upset before. He looked at me like he was waiting for an answer. I looked at him dumbfounded. He was right, I didn't know what I did in my sleep.

"Charles I was not rubbing my fucking pussy, you doing too much now", I spat back at him. He just looked at me in disgust and grabbed his phone off the dresser. He hit a few buttons then threw it in my direction.

When I picked up the phone, my hands trembled and my mouth dropped. There I was, in bed with Charles, on my back rubbing myself. My hands trembled more, I looked up at Charles who sat there silent with his head in his hands. I dropped the phone on the bed.

"Charles I - I -I don't know what to say baby ", I reached over to touch his arm, he snatched his arm out of my reach.

"Tell the truth Maya damn! Tell the fucking truth! You're still fucking Sincere!" He was crying again. I didn't know what to say. My granna always told me never tell on myself but I can't keep hurting this man.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Ok Charles, I was dreaming about Sincere. I didn't know I was playing with myself though.", he looked at dm and laughed right in my face.

"You think that's what I wanted you to be honest about? Maya clearly we both know you was dreaming about him, you said the muthafucka name a few times!" He raised his voice and swiftly grabbed me by the neck of my tshirt. "Maya I promise, if you been fucking Sincere, ima kill you" I dug in his hand with my nails and he finally dropped me on the floor. I was shaking so hard, I can't believe he just did that. Why the fuck is he so angry? I understand him being angry but not livid and putting his hands on me. Charles had never.

I crawled until my legs were steady enough to hold my weight. I got in the bed with the covers over my head. I heard Charles moving around, I knew he was packing a bag. At this point I didn't even care if he left, it probably tripped him out that I didn't say anything. Instead I just laid there ,motionless and waited to hear the door close.

Once the door closed, I reached out and grabbed for my phone on the night stand. It wasn't there's. I started to panic. Where the fuck is my phone. I uncovered myself and look around for my phone, no sight of it. Did this muthafucka take my phone?! My heart started beating fast as hell. I looked over at the nightstand on the opposite side of bed and caught my breath. I grabbed the phone and was surprised when I pressed the home button.

Charles took the wrong phone. I felt like my heart was going to fall out my ass. I quickly went to the phone button and tried to call myself from Charles phone. I didn't see my name, not my government or a nickname. WHAT THE FUCK! I screamed. I dialed my number and when the name popped up on the screen, I dropped his phone.

My eyes started watering, I picked up the phone and looked again. Charles had me stored under "Cheating hoe". That shit broke my heart. I pressed the button to send the call through. It rang 3 times and Charles answered. "Can you bring me my phone Charles?" I asked calmly. "What? You got something to hide? You couldn't even ask me where I was going, you just worried about this fuckkn phone." Charles yelled into the phone.
"Coming from the muthafucka that got me stored under cheating hoe! Nigga fuck you and bring me my phone!" I yelled back. "Talk that shit when I pull up, I'm on my way!" Beep beep. He hung up in my face.

I just held the phone in my hand. I couldn't believe the shit going on. Charles phone vibrated. Then it vibrated again. Text messages. I didn't want to read it, something in me did but I really didn't. I opened the text icon.

BM😍 : you on your way? I want ice cream right now baby..!!
BM😍: I guess you sleep with that bitch, your child should come first! Fuck you I'll get my own ice cream! 30 week check up tomorrow morning, same time as last time. Bye.

My hands shook so hard the phone dropped in front of me and shattered. Charles doesn't have any kids or a baby on the way.. That I knew of.

Drifting On A Memory

From the first time he kissed me, his whole being aroused everything within me. I would lose my breath while kissing him, hoping his hand was palming my ass, just to keep me from falling. I would step closer into him, his lips would abruptly leave my lips and attack my neck....the way he licked my neck made my pussy throb almost immediately. His hand would travel through whatever type of bottoms I decided to wear that day. He would grab my panties and pull them back so that the fabric created friction on my clit. His kisses

"Maya! Maya!", Charles shook me out of my sleep. My eyes shot open, I had a feeling id done something very stupid.

"Maya what the fuck? Why is you calling this nigga Sincere name in yo fuckkn sleep?!" The look in Charles eyes scared the shit out of me so I made sure to think it through before I gave him an answer. He looked at me , irritated and waiting for my answer.

"He, Sincere , was in my dream Charles. He was dying and in my dream I was crying so I guess that's why I was saying his name in my sleep." I tried to look Charles in his eyes, I was actually searching for my own answers. How long was I calling out for Sincere?

Charles got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, I sat up with my head against the headboard with my eyes closed, trying my hardest not to cry. I was fucking up big time, i don't know why Sincere kept coming to me in my dreams. Our relationship ended a year ago but then again, we still remain in contact, if Charles knew that though, he would probably leave me for good. I got out the bed and walked toward the bathroom where Charles was. I stood at the door for a few seconds with my ear to the door and what I heard made my heart sink.

I turned the doorknob, it was locked. I put my ear back up to the door and now the water was running. He was trying to hide his sobs. I slid down the door and landed on the carpet, I could no longer hold in my cry. I was hurting. I was hurting the one man that gave me everything in his being just so I could smile. And how do I repay him?

Charles finally unlocked and opened the door,I felt myself falling backward but Charles legs broke my fall. I turned around and looked up at him, his eyes were still red. He had been in the bathroom for almost an hour.

"Charles..." He looked at me with death in his eyes..
"Don't say shit to me Maya", he turned and walked towards the bed.
"But Cha.."
"Didn't I tell you not to say shit to me?! You fuckin calling out yo ex nigga name in your sleep and now you wanna talk to me?!" He looked at me with daggers in his eyes, if I didn't know any better I woulda thought he was bout to whoop my ass.

"Charles!! I told you what I was dreaming about!" I was crying now, my stomach felt weak, my knees felt weaker. If I wasn't holding on to the bed, I'd be on the floor.

"No! Maya you lying! You don't know wtf you be doing or saying in your sleep! You was MOANING that bitch ass nigga name! You was rubbing your pussy in your sleep Maya! Explain that shit to me!!!", I have never seen Charles this upset before. He looked at me like he was waiting for an answer. I looked at him dumbfounded. He was right, I didn't know what I did in my sleep.

That Nigga

That Nigga

"Hit me up when you turn 18 boo" Jayce spoke into the phone.

She was surprised when she answered the unknown number, shit was happening faster than she thought.

"Man Cuh you trippin, you not the oldest female that I've talked to", Lavelle said into the phone. Jaycee took the phone off her face and just looked at it. She chuckled to herself, “Who the hell does this nigga think he is?”

“I didn’t say I was the oldest, ill just feel more comfortable if you were of age, I aint trying get caught up with a minor like that”, Jaycee waited for Lavelle to respond.

“Yea ok cuh, don’t get no nigga man”, Lavelle finally gave up. He knew it wasn’t the last time he’d talk to Jaycee, he wanted her too bad.



Jaycee

​I sat in the middle of my floor, indian style, listening to Wale play. I licked the chocolate flavored swisher and dropped the grinded dro in it. I started tucking and rolling but then I stopped. I found myself thinking about Lavelle more and more these days, I mean since I seen him the other day. Before that Thursday, I hadn’t seen Lavelle since his freshman year of high school, when I left Hunsaker. Even back then as a freshman, he was still bomb. He caught the attention of most if not all of the upper classman females, myself included. I don’t know about the other ones but I knew I couldn’t mess with a baby so I just admired from a distance until I went back to Pioneer High to finish my senior year.
​It was a Thursday afternoon and I accompanied my bestfriend to a trackmeet at Paramount High school for her baby brother. I remember this day like it was yesterday because when he caught my eye, I knew I wanted him but I also knew he was still a baby. Nonetheless, I had to have him so I worked my magic and got a contact on him. In the meantime, I watched him run his races.

Standing at a good 6’2, muscular build and cocky as hell,
Lavelle was a sight to see. I could tell he was cocky as hell by the way he walked around the track before his events. He had that “Im THAT nigga” walk and the more I watched, the more I wanted him.
​

After his race was over, I made my way down the bleachers and to the snack bar, he was headed in that direction as well. Once we go to the snackbar, I made my order and stepped aside so he could do the same. He ordered a Gatorade and began to walk away, before he could leave from the snack bar, I passed him a napkin, got my order and walked away.

​The trackmeet kind of flew by after that, and as we were on our way out of the stadium, I heard my name being called. I turned around to see who it was and my heart almost stopped. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even speak, well I couldn’t find the words to speak. When he approached me, I thought I was going to collapse.
​
"So you was gone leave without saying bye cuh?"

It wasn't until then that I noticed Lavelles perfect teeth and smile. I damn near gasped for air so that I could say something back.

"I figured you'd take a little while so I was gonna see if you would use the number or not" I finally found the words to say. Lavelle looked me up and down and said,"You pretty AF for a dark skin girl cuh" . UGH I hate hearing that shit, that irritated the fuck out of me instantly .

"Yea um thank you, use that number, I gotta go" before I could finish the sentence, his rude ass was walking away in the opposite direction.

Rude ass boy, I thought to myself.


Lavelle

"Nah, the track meet was coo, I got 1st place in the hunnid and 4x1" I explained to my dad. This was our usually post meet talk that we always have. "Yea dad, I know. More practice pops, iight. Yes.....yes....mhm yea ... Next week.... Okay .. Love you too pops" I finally hung up. It don't matter, he always piss me off toward the end of the conversation. For a nigga that's barely around, he expect a lot out of a nigga.

I got up off the couch where I had been sitting watching espn, and walked into the kitchen. I reached up to grab a cup and a piece of paper fell out of my sleeve. When it landed on the counter, I didn't know what the hell it was or could be, seemed crazy as hell like a set up from a movie. I picked it up and read "Jaycee 5623422567"

I don't know why but I got excited once her name registered. I remember her from when she was a senior at the D and I was a freshman. She stood out to me then, but I was a young nigga, I knew she wouldn't take me serious. Not too many dark skin girls get my attention and Jaycee got it as soon as I seen her for the first time. Jaycee ain't tall but she got a little height, athletic build but not on no buff bitch shit. Big ass titties, nice ass but what stood out the most was her big bright blueish brown eyes. She didn't act like a girl like her would usually act though, I never talked to her but I could tell she was different from them other girls at school. Then one day, I just didn't see her nomore.

I was gonna text her but I decided to call in instead. Something about talking to a female on the phone made shit feel real. I dialed her number on my phone and I noticed I shook a little bit. I shook my hand quick to get rid of that punk ass tremor.

"Yea can I speak to Jaycee", it took her about 4 rings to pick up, I was about to hang up.

"Who is this" she sounded so proper.

"This Lavelle" the line went silent, I took my phone off my ear and looked to make sure she was still on the phone.

"Oh what's up young man" I chuckled and started getting to know Jaycee.

Jaycee

When I met Lavelle, like actually met him, I fell in love with him. It was love at first sight for me. That was 3 months ago. Today, I can't stand his fine ass. I let a bomb ass face fool me, bomb face and great dick. The young dick got me GONE.

Three months ago, Lavelle turned 18 years old. Yes I was not playing, I wasn't messing with him until he was legal! A month before that, he graduated from high school. Yes I am dealing with a baby. Except, Lavelle is mature for his age but the immaturity show every now and then.

"I need a Halloween costume", I said aloud while fixing my hair in the bathroom mirror. Lavelle was sitting on the chaise next to my bed.

"Why you need a costume Cuh?" He actually sounded upset. Lemme see how much he care, I thought to myself.

"What you think I need a costume for? To go out for Halloween!" I said back with a smile.

"You not going nowhere" Lavelle stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

I turned to face him instead of looking at him through the mirror in front of me.

Now we face to face and I can feel his breath hitting my skin. I try to back up a little bit but he pulls me closer to him.

"Where you going" his voice always makes my....

💋of death...part 1

Of Death…

​​    

​By:Kiera T.Thomas

 

“You cute”.

“Excuse me?” Prissy turned around to see who had just given her a compliment. She was next in line at Student Center at Southwest, trying to purchase a scantron before her next class.

When she turned around, his chest was the first thing she saw. He was that much taller than him, she looked him up and down. “This nigga got tobe at least 6’2”, she thought to herself. On her way up to his face, she noticed he had a lot of tattoos on his arms, once she reached his neck, she just knew he was some ignorant tattedgangbanger. Immediately turned off, she looked up, smiled and said, “Thank you”.

“I can help the next customer”, the cashier motioned at Prissy.

“You’re welcome Ma”, now Prissy noticed his deep husky voice, maybe he isn’t that bad, she thought.

 

After being rang up, Prissy picked up her new purchases and headed towards the door. Looking down at her phone, she realized she still had time to kill before her next class so instead of going to sit in the library like she did any other day, she decided to take a walk around the campus. It was a pretty spring day; it wasn’t too hot or too cold.

​Prissy always caught the eyes of the men on campus, rather it is the older men or the younger cats, and they liked what they saw but who wouldn’t. To only be 22, Prissy had it going on.

​Being that Prissy, whose real name is Prissicilla, is a mixed breed that alone caught the eye and attention of others. Her mother was a dark Puerto Rican woman, Princess, who was straight from PR. Prissy’s father, Jabori was at one time an international basketball star, playing for a few teams overseas, and Jabori was really a hit during his time. His time came to an end when Prissy was only 16; he died after having a heart attack on the court. Although Prissy barely knew or seen her father, his death still took its toll on the young girl life. She didn’t have any brothers or sisters from her mom so it was usually just the two of them. Princess, Prissy’s mom, worked a lot. That’s one thing Prissy didn’t like or understand because up until his death and even after, Jabori took great care of the two of them. It was until about a month ago that the money stopped coming in, which was because of Jabori’s bitter wife, Crystal.

​Yes, Jabori was married to Crystal when he met and impregnated Princess. At the time, Princess didn’t mind being his mistress because she was “kept” and every bitch wanted to be a kept one, especially if she was one of many. Princess knew her role though and she knew Jabori really loved her as much as she did him. They remained “close friends” until the day Jabori died so his death also took a toll on Princess life.

​Prissy was about 5’6, 134 pounds at her heaviest. Being the daughter of Princess, she inherited her beautiful hair, which was red like her fathers. It fell to the middle of her back and she usually wore it in a loose braid or ponytail. Her hips weren’t as wide as Princess’s but they were wide enough to fill out every pair of designer jeans she slid into. Her booty was ample, and she always worked out so she was in shape. The one thing she lacked were boobs, but her B cups got the job done and if they couldn’t, Victoria Secrets wasn’t far away. Her slanted eyes were butter cream in color and she had the most beautiful eye lashes, any woman would even her eyes alone. Prissy was truly a beautiful person, her soul was pure and her personality made people want to be around her. That’s one thing she inherited from Jabori, he was a true charmer.

​Prissy didn’t mind that at one point of time there was lots of wealth in her life that was no longer there because she figured that more problems came when you had money. When she was younger, a lot of people just wanted to be her friend because had the latest bags and clothes, not realizing that none of that mattered to Prissy. She soon found herself with limited friends andassociates.

Prissy​

​The afternoon breeze felt so good as I walked around the campus. Ignoring the hoots and hollering of my male counterparts, I strolled in my own little world with my headphones in and music blasting. Little did the guys know, I couldn’t hear them, I was just reading their lips. I would smile here and there because I’m not a rude person; I just know that I don’t want anything that these guys have to offer. ​

​I was turning the corner to go to the math building, where my next class was located and I felt someone grab my arm. I immediately snatched my arm back and took off my headphones, before I could go off about this person touching me, he spoke.

​“My name is Tommy, I’m finance major. I seen you in the Student Center, complimented you. You remember me?” he said cracking a smile. His teeth were as white as snow and look like they were as straight as dentures. My heart dropped into my panties.

​“Yes, I remember you but please don’t ever scare me like that again, you could’ve got pepper sprayed” I said while pulling out my pink can of mace.

​“Oh I see you don’t play huh” he chuckled and I gave him a look like “nah I don’t nigga”

​“So I told you my name, what’s yours gorgeous? Or I can just keep calling you gorgeous if you want”

​“Prissy, my name is Prissy, well Prissicilla” I replied.

He extended his hand and I accepted it and shook it.

​“Nice to meet you Prissy” he had a firm grip, I liked that.

​“So where are you headed now, would you like to go to lunch?” he asked and I looked at him kind of crazy.

​“Wait; slow down turbo, we got to crawl before we walk. I have a midterm in about 10 minutes so that’s where I’m headed. I’m not sure if I’mcomfortable going to lunch with someone I just met though, that’s kind of creepy isn’t it?” I was serious.

​“Ha-ha yea I see where you’re coming from, it does seem kind of creepy as you say but I just want to get to know you. It’s something about you, I got to know you ma” he paused. “Well here, take down my number and when you’re ready, we can talk more about this lunch date” he actually took my phone out of my hand and stored his number. This one of those kinds of guys, I thought.

​“That was real cute”, I told him “Okay I have to go to class, have a nice day um…. “

​“Tommy ma, Tommy” he smiled because he knew I was faking like I forgot his name.

​“Yea Tommy, well see you later”, I said before I turned to walk away.

​“Yea sooner than you thinks”, Tommy thought to himself as he watched her walk off.

Tommy

​I couldn’t get this chick off my mind, I had seen her around campus a couple of times before but I never had the balls to talk to her until today. Her beauty really made me speechless so every word I spoke was forced out. I felt like a bitch for being so smitten; look what real nigga uses that word? SMITTEN? What kinda shit is that? Cuh I’m really tripping over this girl.

​I really didn’t think she would give me the time of day when I approached her because sheseems stuck up from our previous encounters. I bet she doesn’t even remember those encounters. I broke my neck tryna open the door for her one day, a few weeks later I saw her driving around the parking lot looking overwhelmed so I knew she was running late or something, I  back out of the space I had just pulled into and let her have it. I was being a real gentleman and I didn’t even know her name at that point.

​When I seen her today in the Student Center, I had to say something. It was a fasho now or never type deal and look what happened. She had a nigga smiling from ear to ear when she actually talked back. At that point, I knew I wanted her and would have her. It’ll only be a matter of time before I’m smashing that every night and morning, mark my words. Niggas aint into relationships, just relations at this point in my life.

 

Prissy

​Thanks to Tommy, I couldn’t even concentrate on my midterm. I’m almost POSITIVE that I got a C or lower. I shook my head at myself in disgust; I’ll never get to Spelman with these grades. I had to do better and get back on my ish; I had fallen off a tad bit because I was bored with it.

​On my way out of the math building, I noticed there was something on my windshield, as I got closer I seen that it was a note.

It read:

“I hope you use that number, don’t be scared, I won’t bite and if I do, you’ll like it”

-TM

​That was the corniest shit ever; I thought to myself and chuckled aloud. This nigga really trying, I admit, it’s cute but come on, be a little bit more original. I see ima have to teach him some thangs.

​Tommy thought I was naïve, I could tell from his approach but I’m far from it. Little does he know, I know more about him then he thinks. I know all about his doggish ways and manipulating mind games, the school talks and so does the city we’re from. Word gets around quick out here and I always keep my ear to the streets. I already know his intentions, he wants to have sex with me and try to string me along for the right but I think he just met his Karma.