"Whelps And Vines"

Come here.."Yes You...let me ask you a question.."If I were a statement of sexuality,what would i be??'...for every sentence..dismember me...if i were a whip could I wrap myself around your thighs and be a part of your wardrobe?

"If i were handcuffs..could i accompany you to a silent room for questioning?"..If i were a dildo..could i lie between your walls and wait for you to cumm rescue me?" Or if i were a pair of Lace Panties..could I face you for 18hours straight drowning in your natural libation?'..tell me...

"If i were motion lotion..would you taste me until you felt warm inside..?"..If I were a husband hiding from closet..could I peek at you in the midnight Hour?"..If I were a window..could you spray me down...down...down..wipe me clean of your fingerprints...tell me..would I be wanted??

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Here i lay..as i entered this world with a cool breeze that draped my
chocolate silouette...can you please touch me hands free..??.I mean let your lips do the walkin...clean up my thigh and our your peripheral see my nature extend to the sky..

like damn...is that all mine??..or damn who opened the blinds to let in all that sunshine...so structured as if you were carved from imagination or sculpted from a wet dream..let me lean over and kiss you cause i seem to be dehydrated and you may be the only thing to keep me from receiving an i.v.

CPR should be your first name cause I can feel your pulse between my lips 85 beats per minute...never knew chocolate could be so beneficial to you health

"Silent Cries"

She sits there...awaiting me..upon arrival...deciding she needed to be in time out...punishing herself in a lounge chair...ottoman accompaniying...I stand in the shaded doorway unseen...she slides her boy shorts to knee length...salivating drastically....wet fingertips begina hard days work..."my legs are tired"she says"..resting them at arms length..head tilted to the sky...a pulsating clit becomes anxiously teary eyed...360 degrees in rotation of a permanent wrist lock and a bitten lip...I begin to peek at my man thing loosening my zipper..hands freefrom an unexpected growth spurt..base to tip sideways stroked and choked..i glance back at her as a ghost still unseen...moans of overtime fill the silence as we become synchronized in some new pleasures proved...we danced....and we danced..and we danced..until the song was over and we'd had enough...floor glazed with the essence of a man that was strong enough for a woman....

"I Am An Afrikkan"

I am an Afrikkan...my skin...dark as molasses uncured...my stature that of a warrior challenged in a combative surrounding...unleashed by motivation of a scavenger targeted souly on me...

I speak in over 400 dialects of humanity and symbolism

The purity of my blood and it's ancestry..the calouses on

my feet account for the miles ive traveled to feed my seed

I am an Afrikkan..on my back..it is vined in disbelief and

in triumph...enslaved in captivity..if you take an ear..

You can visulaize my sorrow and listen to my cries

I am An Afrikkan..the diamonds in Sierra Leone never fed me..the waters in Nigeria never quenched my thirst..

the trees in Tanzania never sheltered me from the heat waves..and the elephants in Moritania never offered me a ride..Im an Afrikkan..We are Survivers..We are people..We are beautiful...

Is Poetry Lost: Is Poetry Lost

Is Poetry Lost: The Best Of Yuri Speakks

"You"

While poets sleep and dream of silence and poems...angels sleep and dream of home..
Goodnight my love..sweet angel..may your rest be peaceful..and tomorrow may
You Rise to the sun that God sends..to greet you...exclusively

And when you close your eyes..look for me..and as you come into sleep look for me
Runnin' to meet you in a 3 space...a warm and serene place..a dreamspace we can
collect stardust in a jar..just for a keepsake

Listen for me..calling you..as we walk into a deep..awake..surreal..so real we can feel awake...
and we can escape..floating on the crest of a wave of emotion..on the depths of the earth with
limitless range of motion..like a poet and an angel playing in the depths of the ocean breath..
the air..is perfect..and you...your skin..your hair..perfect..we an imperfect pair made perfect in love

...let us be our daily medicine..feed each other in a daily regimine..the type of vitamin you wont find in any daily recommend,,cause L.O.V.E. the way
Lo Heme He recommends..and if more humans could consume this special blend
it could change the specimine

But then again..theres them..and you..them and then us..them..and then we..cant..wont
let them condemn us to this reality..this atmosphere..but tonight my dear..meet me here
in the air..where its clear..and perfect...

I will wait for you behind Mars..where the night is two-toned..and while Im waiting..
I will rearrange the stars and write you a poem..part sky..part sea..part cherub..part being..part me...burst mothers water..first mothers daughter..birth underwater....

She is love..she is me..she is..You

"Acoustik Truth"

As i begin to transcend...my ebony mind rewrites the fictional shit..
tapped into your eardrums listening spot..rainbow filled world in which
we reside..constitutional bearing bullshit..of a "67"sit down busride...
aside from being chastised about a mahogany skinned-toned silouette thats tired..

Of being me..lost in the midst of mine eyes...caloused filled hands branded for passin times
And a neck filled with jagged beauty marks from a thing called..The Nuse Of Love
A poverty filled mouth of a soul emptied..rib rising anger management classes failed
And barebacked asses stairin back at my glarin eyes...life as it unfolds
Sought out..And soon Dies...