One Night Stand
I want my poetry to be more than a one night stand
More than an oral encounter that leaves you licking your lips,
Feeling cheap AND
Used.
I refuse to lose my pride in the backseat of my journal
I pass
Unlike the profanity pimps, and poetic limps
Pushing penis, pussy, and ass
All just to get moans groans and (snap snap) finger snaps
My poetry virginally is worth much much more
More than satisfying vulgar villains, simile sluts and metaphor whores
Any do be can cause a floozy to get a wet coochie
And truly you miss the point son
Your hard projection is filled with flaccid affection
Causing my erection to dysfunction
You see I am in love with this poetry thing
And to me there is no other
When I write I take it from my heart
And take it from me
I can still take it home to mother
And yal have the gall to call it all… Erotica
I want my poetry to be more than a one night stand
More than a cheap athletic thrill
More than a score, a hit, or a kill in the sand
Lacking verbal power
More than getting to 1st base 2nd 3rd and
Going home to shower
More than five minutes of funk
More than a slam bam thank you mam
More than a clitoral editorial
Because there is more to who I am
My title alone will be an Aphrodisiac
The text a master in debation
Again and again, my pen will caress the erogenous zones
Still leaving something to the imagination
Causing emotional erections longer than the Great Wall of China
It will be a clever thing
Weathering a tsunami in your vagina
Allow it to arouse your intellect with
Candle lit dinner, my poetry and wine
As if I have to enter you vaginally, to reach your mind
Here’s something new
Something blue
And something borrowed
Give me a M.I.L.F. any day
That’s a Mind I Like to Follow
My rhymes will court your spirit
My lines will date your soul
My voice will bring you pleasure
And impregnate you with my tone
Leading you from lonely to matrimony
In a heart to heart collision
Screaming Falsettos as my innuendos
Leave you sucking your thumb
In the fetal position