My Soul's Pen: Dying Glow

"From my 2nd book I am finshing: "My Soul's Pen", a non-erotic might I add, abstract perspective on life, love, culture, politicss, religion, and a Black Man in America.




DYING GLOW

I see soft baby feet
That run across my body
I feel tiny hands pat my chest
Late night sweat I can’t shake off me…

“Daddy”

I hear them whisper
First words, see them take first steps
Midnight drool from my mouth, taste of baby-spit
Sweet smell of thunder storm rain and baby powder in he midnight hour

“Mommy”

I dream of forgiveness
Wish for her breast to swell
Her body to glow, shiny bright
Deem lights, mysterious silhouettes

“We want to come home…”

Convenient deception, human contraception
Idle mouths that still move with methodic hands
Wash away the glows season to season, for random reasons
Yet, every night my children sleep with me…

© 2009 Pharaoh.Robinson. All rights reserved.

MIND SEX

Come with me
Close your eyes
Get naked with me
Press it, against me roughly

Remove nothing
Yet strip everything
Bare yourself nudely
Lick me, then bit me rudely

Remove your inhibitions
Unloosen it, until unconformity
Wrap your legs around me in unity
You get used to me

Allow me to fondly your soul
Caress the nipples of your mental breast
Breathe my breath, cinnamon sweet
My lips swimming in vertical lips stream

French kiss me mentally
Stimulate me hard
Deep throat verbally
Never touch me, but don't touch

We climax through eye contact
Black bodies in hot sweats created mentally
Muted orgasms scratch my back, in my mind
Wrapped your legs around my mind, squeeze me tight

Touch me
But don't touch me
Kiss me, but don't kiss me
Caress me, but don't caress me

Warm gushes from mental pushes
Squirting hot joy you coat my mind
Slushy wet in my mind, you grip and ride
Climax until euphoric intoxicated sex highs

Fuck me, like I’m there, without touch
Suck me, wet your throat mentally quench yourself
Taste your nectar off your finger tips thick like its me
Scream as you beam my dick up in orgasmic star track like dreams

Let me fuck you, but not fuck you
Let me choke you, but not choke you
Let me stroke you deeply, but not stroke you
But don't let me touch you...


© Pharaoh Robinson