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				Silk Briefs
			 
			 
			
		
		
		
		Silk Briefs 
By Dapharoah69 
 
 
 
I don't know how you did it: 
I don't even know when it hit me. 
I was so content on being single, 
I totally forgot how lonely 
I really was and seemed to be... 
You managed to capture me! 
now I'm enthralled inside a very sensual dance 
out on my Head you obviously placed a bounty, 
I'm so consumed 
with images of the past 
sailing my mind 
and begging for the floor in your room. 
yet here we are 
face to face 
lips to lips 
skin to skin 
you breathe my air to release my air; 
when you taste my tongue 
the war can begin 
oh my Dear God 
I thought I knew all sin 
my young body has weathered it all 
until 
you 
showed  
up 
giving my Temple some new soil 
and the pleasure 
I couldn't weather. 
and now I'm just floating 
rising and falling  
dying and being reborn... 
orgasmic earthquakes 
shakes the memory 
of empty days 
and sad, cold nights 
from my spine to the ceremonious Wake 
my bitterness held in honor 
of horrific days. 
The Anguish came out to pay its respects, 
there goes the Whore and 
the Masturbation Crew... 
they view the casualty; 
they shake their heads; 
they leave the Wake sobbing; 
because my body they could now stop robbing. 
You stand at the base of my Temple 
you look up at the lingering Tower, 
it bulges, it beckons... 
it pulsates with a beat that articulates... 
I'm wet all over; 
my silk briefs 
are clinging to my birthday suit 
and patronizing my mystique... 
Can I take off these Timbs? 
I'm shivering, 
sweating, 
panting 
begging, 
asking... 
have your way with me, 
but leave on my silk briefs... 
because when the clock strikes three 
and your husband leaves his job 
to unlock his Jeep 
to drive tiredly up the block 
before he turns on this street 
I wanna be long gone, 
out your window 
cautiously running across well cut grass 
with my clothes barely covering my ass, 
so when he turns in his drive way 
and cuts the engine 
I will be a distant memory, 
before, in the door, he inserts his key 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
	
		
			
			
			
			
				 
			
			
			
		 
		
	
	
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