Poet – Daphne Jackson
Daphne Jackson, who is an 45 Black american woman residing in the BX. I write mostly Erotic but I am versatile.
Loving ones self is the first step to true love!
by Chocoolate a.k.a. Sinsual
How many times must we walk the path of deceit?
I never thought someone would make me feel fire down below again
Such a well oiled machine of pure lean you are
Whew is it hot or am I just on overload looking at you as you stroll towards me
We are cordially introduced and as I raise my hand to meet yours I tremor wow that never happened before I try to control the urge to hug you and take in your scent.
Wow our breathing is ever so slightly quickened and we give each other that knowing look as we part and participate in our surroundings stealing glances from time to time
So sure you’re going to make my panties hit the floor you come over and just ask one simple question that starts this saga, ready to leave
I took your number promised I would call and watched you as you walked down the hall
You show me those pearly whites and invite me to dinner tomorrow night
LOOKING FOR PERFECTION IS A WASTE OF TIME
BUT THE KIT GLOVES COME OFF
SCARED NOW TO BE FIRST
JUST SEARCHERS LOOKING FOR
Dear Soul Seeker the grim reaper has passed me by unworthy to die just yet, a mission unknown but must be kept wept eyes brown but stained with blood nothing in this time frame is understood, the hood, where dost thou want me to go to end the lust for passion friend today, tomorrow my foe.
Whoa, too deep my inner sight bestows such beauty and warmth, no one to bring me home. Alone, deep in the woods of life I struggle to find a path of light
Damn it’s crazy what captures your attention
Makes me smile ear to ear
Something that has been missing
It is so very nice to know
I try not to be over bearing
The voices of the night perhaps will