Poems

 

Breakfast is on Me

Good morning,
That's what his genius in between his legs said to me
He was stimulated by my mouth being open in my sleep
He started drawing circles with the tip around the base of my lips
A little bit dripped on me

I yawned so he could have room
His genius began to open the book of buried treasures and hidden wombs
He began to dip down to vibrate in me
Ten rounds of slippery seas

I stretched my legs out so he could maneuver his position
I rested my hand on his ass so no spots were missed
His strokes controlled me
His strong beam absorbed my dreams

Still I pretended I was sleep
But the climaxes so attracted me
My swollen pearl distracted me
He leaks streams all over my body
No longer hungry,
When breakfast is on me

                

The Performance

He stimulates me with conversations
that create mental masturbations
He's a make you doer
All day screwer
He's a spread your hips
Wet them lips

Captain crouch with his mouth
Ejaculatory connoisseur
Creamy oceans fall
Damn, Wait!
I think I hear applause from my vagina walls
As his penis takes a bow

©2006 by Tiffany Mitchell

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Tiffany Mitchell also known as wrhythm, is a native of Chicago Illinois. She is an aspiring author of a soon to be published poetry book, which is a mixture of passion and reality through poem and song. She has performed in various poetry/spokenword events throughout Chicago, Illinois, and Lake Geneva, Wisconsin.