Daphne Jackson

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Daphne Jackson

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!

 

Poems:

Idiot Soup

by Chocoolate a.k.a. Sinsual

How many times must we walk the path of deceit?
Converse with the meek
Weak
For the flesh and nothing more
Sure
Where the hell is the door
I want a man with substance
Has something other than pussy on the brain
No I am not insane
Just plain
Sick of the bullshit mind games
So what your dick
Went in the slit
Does that make you a master?
Of course you’re a walking disaster
Don’t get it twisted I am not hating on men
But then again
Why not
You say bitches ain’t shit and
Your absolutely right
We are not byproducts
Released from your bowels
To be flushed
Hush
Your too damn stupid to recognize
That woman you shitted on was live
She had a pulse and dreams
Goals that she sat aside for
Your sorry azz to do what
Hit it
Shit
Her dildo could do that
And be better at getting at that G-spot
Hot your are only for those few minutes of gush
You pushed so hard to belittle her
That queen
Recognize the real from the fake
The fantasy from life
But if you are so inclined
Educate yourself
Then and only then will you be
Devine
As oppose to idiot
oops

Saturated

I never thought someone would make me feel fire down below again
The heat from your stare is making me saturated.
Its hard to breathe I attempt to leave
But something has me stuck

Such a well oiled machine of pure lean you are
so much confidence in your walk
The smooth way in which you talk makes me pay attention
Listen
To the harmonious sounds that linger in the air I can almost touch them
Your words

Whew is it hot or am I just on overload looking at you as you stroll towards me
I can see the bedroom browns sparkling as if they already know they will gaze upon my body.

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.
You sensing my need to be close do just that, approach me like we are old friends

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
Leaving me wondering is this really me can he be mine?
In time perhaps

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
Please I regained my strength and politely tell you I am not ready yet.

I took your number promised I would call and watched you as you walked down the hall
Wondering if you are as good as you think Perhaps but you turn back and I say in my mind oh shit what now

You show me those pearly whites and invite me to dinner tomorrow night
I graciously accept who knows what will happen next
Stay tuned………But for now I am too wet to move.

Searching

LOOKING FOR PERFECTION IS A WASTE OF TIME
YOU AND I BOTH ARE GUILTY OF LIES
WE SEE WHAT WE WANT AND HEAR WHAT
WE WANT TOO
YOU LOVE ME AND I LOVE YOU
YEAH RIGHT
THAT SHIT IS GOOD FOR A FEW NIGHTS

BUT THE KIT GLOVES COME OFF
AND THE IMPERFECTIONS REARS
ITS UGLY HEAD
I DON’T LIKE HIS EARS
I DON’T LIKE HER LEGS

SCARED NOW TO BE FIRST
TO IMMERSE ON THE SUBJECT
PENDING THE DECISION
THERE ARE NO WINNERS

JUST SEARCHERS LOOKING FOR
WHAT I WISH I KNEW YEAH
YOU LOVE ME
BUT TO THY SELF BE TRUE

SEARCHING……….
FOR SOMETHING NEW
MY NEW AND IMPROVED BOO
WHATEVER
WE’RE NOT CLEVER
THE TRUTH SHALL SET US FREE
SO HAS BEEN DRUMMED INTO ME
FOR CENTURIES
YET I AM STILL IN THE DARK
WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN TO MY
LIGHT/LIFE

Soul Seeker

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
Delight, where does it hide, beside the open grave that bears my name such a shame to be mourned before your body is committed to from which it came, blame, no just mundane the day without surprise
Lie beneath me and let me breathe, see I bleed. Who cares the fear I wear a mask untouched by the world of deceit, it repeats but never do I find the answer I guess the question is yours soul master.

The Voice

Damn it’s crazy what captures your attention
The voice smooth as silk harmonic
Strums my soul

Makes me smile ear to ear
Erases my fears of something new
Yes you are inspiring thoughts
Not of lust but of pure friendship

Something that has been missing
For quite some time
I do not feel sad when we disconnect
The line

It is so very nice to know
My intellect and your intellect
Select almost the same stimuli

I try not to be over bearing
I am however very elated
How you stated you fine
My voice as endearing
As I do yours

The voices of the night perhaps will
Meet who knows what’s in store
For now I can not ask for more
Than the pleasure of hearing your
Voice.