Spoken Word poetry #3

I want a MAN!
I mean a man in the authentic sense
Doesn’t have to be some tense old country club old money rich beneficiary
Just carry me to my throne and bury the past deep in unmarked tombstones
I want someone whose words blaze past my spine, wildfire in my mind, to where I am lit you’re my flame and I’m vibin’
I want his words to be felt in the kind of unforgettable area
Whatever area that maybe, I’ll be fair with ya I don’t even know
till I feel it, beggin him to speak so I can have it back again
That profound, knees quivering so abruptly I can be traced to the ground
Found in disbelief as my new king has been crowned
I want those words not to be literal words but literal actions
Is it ok if I make a list of all the qualities I want my
Future non-existent invisible perhaps not conceived yet man to have
and if you are him just raise your hand real quick
And we can arrange marriage and whatnot
How does that sound?
Crazy or lazy?
Most likely crazy, cus as a woman I am having an issue with
reaching for a tissue from my girls
Before reaching for a kiss from my real love
Searching for this infinite bliss
I’ll place you above all else
Hell you ain’t gotta be Trey, Ye, or the perfect blend between night and day
I’ll just say I want a man that holds to all he says
But says some real good shit nonetheless
Let me, no allows me to profess my unwavering love to him
I’ve actually done it for none not even one has got to the point
Where they blew my mind
To where I flew through the roof in some type of aloof amazement
I wanna be dazed, I wanna be in a crazed purple haze all in my brain
I’ll make you the sky and kiss you
In a frenzy over your love
I’ll push I’ll shove, tug, grab for it from a real man
Who isn’t afraid to really love
I have prayed you’d walk into my life
But my patience is running thin, so could you sprint here
Or already be here
It is fair to say that
There is a man that makes me feel like I can never have things this way
More of a boy
I would rush sleep just so I could lie down and imagine
Impossible scenarios where I would make you feel guilty
Guilty for your only actions against me
Not the ones you said you’d do but the ones that came more natural
The damaging wrong ones
Damning me to pain
I imagined every way in which I could cause you regret
Make you let that go
More so cause you to drop that pride
The way you dropped me
And I’d summon you to confess your regret
Hope that you detest that you let your pride destroy something impressed on me yet so beautiful
To where your insides, your manhood will have cried the tears
The eyes of my soul did
Did you feel any of that yet?
Did you feel anything?
Like towards me?
So that maybe I can truly be free when I hear the words “I am sorry”
For being a bastard for being a dick faced, dick minded, only containing thoughts
About pleasing my dick no matter the chick lil ass boy
Who used me like a toy, was so coy in the beginning but then
Turned into a dog that chased little bitches around me
And I actually fed these bitches with the pedigree of my numerous numbered countless reactions one way or another
Even now I can’t tell if truth existed
If it even revealed itself from your experience lips
But you lack the ability to deal with taking into action the real
And let me truly feel those words
You have inspired me
Because you lied to me it created a fire within me
To find what I deserve
I deserve a man who shows me he loves my curves
Without even a touch physically
To where he looks at my beauty with beauty
Make love to me through poetry, not in a corny way either
Let him
Touch my cakes sweet like chocolate and vanilla, mixed to perfection he makes a connection a careful tingle he sends down my hack to the crack that mother nature supplied me
It felt like an eternity and I had relinquished all power
And in a single instance it had occurred to me he had pssed that up and went around up my chest and to my lips into my rib cage then back out into a breath
That is how I want to be touched
But I can say it better.
Send fucking shivers down my scrap and through each of my curled locks one by one make them spring up and I’ll return the favor elsewhere, then creep down my back.
Hell send my thighs in a shivering cold wet sweat, make my tear ducts wet. And let me tolerate it in my lungs, make my breaths ice cold and let my lungs be frozen and your eyes be what ignites them to melt.
Ignite me in every way, but please let my man ignite my thoughts
Let him teach me sometime
Seriously tell me something I don’t know
Because you know how I had been touched
Selfish touches early on
Ruined me in a way that you see though
Only you seen that, and see that, that is what attaches me to you
My mind cannot take the comparisons anymore
They are causing this everlasting headache
Ironically it matches you.
Mouth almighty, lies everlasting
Wish my eyes would’ve been caste shut so as to avoid
Seeing and then remembering
Wish my ears had been clogged enough so as not to hear
Therefore not to hear, no tear would stream from my eyes as they do now
I don’t feel prized, I’m suppose to feel prized bastard
Lastly my mouth can remain so that I can speak for myself
But I couldn’t even speak with what I seen and hear
It is less of what I want
The stupid shit that occurred
And more of what I needed was a dream deferred
For the minute but now I want
Even more so what I deserve
Send me into a poetic haze, let your body be this maze that
Many nights I have tried to navigate myself through up to the prize
Your mind
I wanna lay with you…someday
But I want a man that doesn’t question my stance on sex
On not to have it until the ultimate deed has been done
And we are inseparable, made one
Not for fun but forever
Who understands why I feel the way I do
If you do that you can cal yourself my official boo
And I promise I will never do you wrong
All day long I will lay with you in my sarong
Loving you in every way possible
No KY, touch is only necessary