Can I enter you?

                                                                                                               Teasing to your eyes
                                                                                                               At first glance
                                                                                                               For you’ve failed to realize
                                                                                                               This is no romance
                                                                                                               A one time affair perhaps
                                                                                                               But that’s up to you
                                                                                                               I don’t want to hear finger snaps
                                                                                                               When I screw
                                                                                                               With your mind
                                                                                                               Just open up and take it
                                                                                                               I don’t wine and dine
                                                                                                               You might forsake it
                                                                                                               No foreplay
                                                                                                               Yet your juices are flowing
                                                                                                               To the words I say
                                                                                                               Mind blowing
                                                                                                               As I let my tongue
                                                                                                               Get all up in you
                                                                                                               Even though you’re among
                                                                                                               Others when we screw
                                                                                                               But you don’t care
                                                                                                               It’s better like that
                                                                                                               I’m touching you everywhere
                                                                                                               Not concerned about where I am
                                                                                                               Hard thrusts as I come
                                                                                                               To a point to ease in between
                                                                                                               Making you numb
                                                                                                               Exploring places I’ve never seen
                                                                                                               Your mind is adrift
                                                                                                               On another plane
                                                                                                               Cause you took a lift
                                                                                                               And I drove you insane
                                                                                                               To hell with the norm for awhile
                                                                                                               I’ll just change my style
                                                                                                               Give you quicker jooks 
                                                                                                               You won’t find in books
                                                                                                               Flip you like a page
                                                                                                               My manhood is out the cage
                                                                                                               I’m about to explode
                                                                                                               In overdrive mode
                                                                                                               Close to my climax
                                                                                                               But don’t relax
                                                                                                               I’m almost there
                                                                                                               This is as about as much as I can bear
                                                                                                               Freak it
                                                                                                               I can’t rhyme anymore
                                                                                                               I’m just
                                                                                                               I’m
                                                                                                               I’m
                                                                                                               I’m just coming
                                                                                                               To realize that
                                                                                                               Your legs are close
                                                                                                                It’s a good thing your mind was open

                                                                           Choice of fashion

                                                                                                                I wish that my parents weren’t born black
                                                                                                               So that I would never have been born black
                                                                                                               As a matter of fact
                                                                                                               I wish that no one on this planet
                                                                                                               Was ever born black
                                                                                                               And each time I walked to my closet
                                                                                                               Instead of choosing designer clothes to wear
                                                                                                               I would have to choose my ethnic skin
                                                                                                               From every shade of each ethnic origin
                                                                                                               I’m not into the name brand thing
                                                                                                               What I choose to wear
                                                                                                               Has nothing to do with ancestral fashion sense
                                                                                                               My closet holds the only suit I’d ever need
                                                                                                               I would choose the same one over and over
                                                                                                               And over again, not worrying about being en vogue
                                                                                                               My fashion sense would remain the same
                                                                                                               Until the very day I die
                                                                                                               I would choose the skin I’m wearing now
                                                                                                               Complete with a big ass afro to match
                                                                                                               This would be my hat of choice
                                                                                                               So that when I step out in to this world
                                                                                                               With my posture erect
                                                                                                               My head held high
                                                                                                               And a smirk on my face
                                                                                                               Not only would this world know that
                                                                                                               I am black and proud
                                                                                                               Every one would know
                                                                                                               That I am black by choice

                                                       Give me your Rose

                                                                                                             If you’re ever going to give your Rose

                                                                                                             Give it to me now while I can know

                                                                                                             All the wondrous joys

                                                                                                             Of its beauty

                                                                                                             Do not wait till all of its fragrance

                                                                                                             Fades mysteriously into the wind

                                                                                                             Then place it eagerly at my feet

                                                                                                             For then I won't know

                                                                                                             If your Rose is one of many

                                                                                                             Being harvested

                                                                                                             In a garden of desperate lies

                                                                                                             After all

                                                                                                             Roses never grew in the winter of a heart

                                                                                                             Give me your Rose now

                                                                                                             Without any thorns

                                                                                                             While my Earth is still rich and fertile

                                                                                                             So that I could plant it deep within my heart

                                                                                                             And let it grow beyond its peak

                                                                                                             To a standard that no one else can seek

                                          My pain is

                                                                Much more than you can take

                                                                My throbbing head

                                                                Tells the whole story

                                                                You might even scream my name

                                                                When you realize how much

                                                                My pain is

                                                                My pain is

                                                                Harder than you expect

                                                                Don’t even think that

                                                                You can ever take it all at once

                                                                It might be too unbearable

                                                                Rupturing inner walls

                                                                That may lead to bleeding

                                                                My pain is

                                                                Going deeper into un-chartered regions

                                                                In and out and in and out

                                                                To a rhythm of an ancient song

                                                                Composed long before my time

                                                                Are you wondering what

                                                                My pain is?

                                                                My pain is

                                                                Always leaving you sore

                                                                Yet you continue to take it

                                                                I often wonder why

                                                                If you’re a sucker for pain

                                                                Because the expressions on your face

                                                                Suggest that you’re near your limit

                                                                My pain is

                                                                Not in direct relation

                                                                To the size of my feet

                                                                It’s much bigger than that

                                                                I will not exaggerate about its size

                                                                But do you know what

                                                                My pain is?

                                                                Open up and I’ll show you

Forward for Illegal Poet™ by Dr. Rowland Williams, PhD