The cunnilingus hits when I pound your yam Good head when the head is pleased What does it matter that I pay half the bills You’d let me cook and clean while you hang your feet You huffed and puffed when I called you out on this Said living in Canada has put ideas in…
You didn’t care about the lingering glances your presence drew. All your eyes held were mine. Did you hear my heart drop to my panties? Beat, beating into drip, drops, dripping plops. We must have held hands, A brief touch of hello ‘Cause the things inside of me ceased, Dead silence. You called me beautiful….
In a time not too long ago. Wait. I’m dated and it’s a time long forgotten. Still, once upon a beautiful time A man sees a woman he likes. He asks about her and begins plans to romance his way into her heart. He comes by her house. Braves her overprotective dad. Charms her mom….
She meets a guy she likes. He doesn’t call or text as often as she’d like. Yet she shrugs it off and says, “It’s nothing. English is not his first language.” It’s not a habit per se, It’s just his thing. He likes being chased, Satisfied with having her call and text him. So, she…
I am three. No. Four. No. I am three. Who cares, though? “Let me out,” I cry, hitting the door. praying it’ll open, save me. “If you open that door, I will beat you,” Maami says. Her face cloaked in the shadow of the kerosene lamp. She picks up the blade, “Come here.” I see…