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Marvin's Room: Fed Up Boyfriend

Marvin's Room: Fed Up Boyfriend



The next time he call let me answer the phone, and say
She den’ found better, stop whining, 8 page letter, No Aliyah
No she’s not coming, just like when she was with you, not coming
Now from me she seems to keep running,
and screaming she can’t stop coming
Men like you got no pride, wonder why women keep backing away,
they see feminine insides, look at your DNA, you written in bitch
I’m just staying, fuck you nigga, she den found better,
that was real talk I hope your homeboys heard that
Now I’ll starting hating as soon as you stop faking, never that
I’ll just keeping taking her to places so deep, I am the abyss in this,
too far for her to look back and the only time she looks back
is when I'm hitting from the back

Now she den found a good guy, with a lil bad guy, lovin her gentleman thug
Love it when she bite the sheets, look back and say go HAM
Now you was just calling, I was just pleasing
I make love to her mind, then she touches herself
She just came I hope didn’t hear that, no I hope you heard that
We had sex four times and that's just today
Yesterday we found out something new
she pushed me off and said she was about to spray

Love to the see the expression up on your face
So you should just move on…and fuck you nigga,
this is Marvin, so save yaself or kill yaself and move on
She den found, I do it better, now get off the phone
and watch me work in the video sent to your iPhone

S.Q.U.I.R.T.

S.Q.U.I.R.T.


Spray my face nectar sweet, trickling down my chin

Quench my thirst; clinch my tongue as I lick vertical lips in reverse

Unwind your vocal cords, scream and strip your throat, squeal until verbally hoarse

Invoke your hips until you pulsate, rotation until your legs vibrate, kegal me continuously

Revolve your pelvis until your orgasm evolves; speaking in tongues in the language of come

Thrust until you cuss, salivate and seethe, clinch and release balled fist until you cease to exist…


Siphoning the sap from your roots nuzzled in your bush, with humidity sticky on my lips, nectars dew

Que your vertical lips vocal cords to sing, pulsating diaphragm rhythmically push me away and pull back

Unintentionally you shudder, language lost you stutter, as your legs flutter, my head your thighs wrap

Ironically this is tragic comedy, as you cry, happy with the ending, this addiction is just the beginning

Resuscitation of your fever, I orchestrate oral addiction, licking you physically I control you mentally

Treason in multiplicity, under my control, you squirt allegiance to me, you scream I pledge to thee





Copyright@Pharaoh.Robinson2009

I Make Love To: Saartjie “Sarah” Baartman

She is chocolate milk
My thick heavenly silk
Don’t reduce an ounce of her fat
Give me my Africa in jet black
I love her Cape Coast alpha curves
Take my tongue across her sweetest nerves
I kiss those places, where they made fun of her

Black labia clamshell black pearl
Plump dark nipple relaxed and ripe
I take in my mouth and suckle Eros
No media attention or followers needed
Never oversexed
She and I make love without sex
Rhythmically rolling her hips
Sweet watermelon full lips as she walks

When I can’t have her
I dream her up in variations
Softly eating caramel pussy on a stick
Riding red bones highs deep into my nights
I rub down southern brown earth-tone thighs
Tonight I am naked with a big beautiful mulatto
Last night black coal kaleidoscope legs wrap me
’til I begged

Sometimes we are Congo-drums
That dance with rhythmical feet
In mystical dirt sweaty and beautiful until it hurts Beating bodies coming until we hum
I make love to it, I make love to her
I make love to them
Round full lips, rotund black hips
Until they sashay and sway soulfully away

We make sextory, birthing exotic little stories
In multiple shades of beautiful black
You are the naked history lost
Due to sticky pages over the ages
Swallowing the heart of many men

Silently men fantasized from multiple nations
With exotic curiosity that sped the hearts velocity
Going on mental sexual vacation to your places
To make love to the daughters
That I love, and hold up above

I say again with mental images of over-curved
Black beauties with sexual nerve that unearth
Walking around with the world on their backs

I make love to it, I make love to her
I make love to them
I make love to the daughters of Saartjie Baartman




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