Ready, Aim, Fire


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Overflow


I’ll pour love into you Pour love into the deepest parts of you Those hidden, seldom revealed places you’ve held for the most sacred I will love you Beyond reason or rhyme No need for space or time I’ll edify you with prayers in the name of your blessings I will petition God to resurrect…

Way Too Soon


I don’t want to be a cold slab of nothing thrown into the back of an awaiting tin can of a van I do not want to be toe tagged ready for my maker unable to take another breath of life I do not want to meet death without peace of knowing that every aspiration…

Nakupenda


She wanted to see love so I scribed a hundred love poems with her name in every one Left permanent indentions of my intentions that could be seen even when the ink wasn’t present She wanted to smell love so I poured my heart and soul into grandma recipes and served her willingly until the…

Blueberry Mornings 7/30


Delicate has never been my style I’m more the fences, ditches, running with the boys type The only bushes I’ve played in has been between thick thighs and welcoming sighs I too found my thrill on blueberry hill She was juicy and sweet The thought of those moments linger I still crave hickies and tender…

Cornbread Loving 6/30


I can teach you to love through a pan of cornbread dressing This is the type of lesson that begins the night before Updated for health reasons Grab the largest pan you can find The type that looks like it can hold at least five gallons, Even if you don’t use all the water it’s…

Forbidden Fruit 3/30


I should have never touched it I should have never tasted it Never savored the delicacy of its flavor languishing across my lips I should have kept my distance Observed it from afar allowing it to bask in its radiance But it called me ever so softly Beckoned my name in whispers only I could…