#Poetry & #Politics with @916Jenny on this episode of Just My Thoughts #podcast

I walk in spirit with God's wind at my back... I think out-loud and I share those thoughts with critical thinkers. Today's thinker is poet, slamMaster Jenny Davidson. We talk politics and poetry on this episode Just My Thoughts.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/kulturezinenetwork/2016/05/26/just-my-thoughts-with-graffiti-bleu

"She Fascinates Me" #poetry #remix

She fascinates me/She fascinates me with her relentless exploration/She is hungry for the flavors of passion/

If joy had a taste it would taste like her/
And after me being starved of love for quite some time/

I would experience a manifesto that was quite sublime/

She tastes life with me just before dripping wisdom on my core/

I love her and I know it from balls to bone marrow/

In flesh and in spirit we dance forever/
Like the edges of 2 galaxies spinning besides each other/ 

Harmonious we are beyond what man can destroy with his bitterness/
And even within a subtle wickedness/

Sweet she remains/ always as I endure our endless cycle of passion and fascination/

Our session of intimacy was similar to dueling vocals on an Old school jam sung in A cappella/

However Do You Want It/

However do you need it/

Harmonious and competitive/ 
Spontaneous and repetitive/ 
Innovative and contemplative passion in all of its creative glory/

You may not understand how sweet her love was to a starving heart/

Her sweat was sweeter than the syrup of peaches/

We were both drinking like the sands of Egypt surrounded us without water/

Music is made welcoming the rain/ her aggressive submission is laced with trust/ Just like the butterfly trusts a breeze that is blowing towards randomness/

I trust her with liquid legacy/ she drinks from me savoring the wine made from the crushed grapes of Ethiopia/
Utopia/ braided with thickness/ weaved into thickness for all time/

This time documented by the Sun/ while the eternal passions are blamed on the Moon/ for arriving too late and leaving too soon/

The Aphrodisiac of Power / Volume II

She was looking for a thug and she found one/

Amazed at how quickly her toes pointed to the ceiling above his bed/

Or should I say HER bed since she paid for it and he never gave her the money back like he said he would/

She was on his layaway plan/ laying a way he liked/ laying a way that pleased him and him only him/

Laying a way her life to a man who was so unworthy he almost didn't get this verse/

The type of cat to lay naked wearing socks and jewelry/ believes in Tom foolery/ and is nothing new to you and me/

Mediocre is his spirit/ the frame of a warrior but the passion of too much NyQuil and Benadryl/

Only good at sleeping… with her… although his eyes are always open/

Looking at everything on her body that bounces when her head is buried in the pillows and her ass is raised/

Her hair is getting pulled from the roots forcing her back to arch/

Her honey dripping down the back of her legs/ ripe and ready target waiting to be hit and never waits long/

Constantly pounded by injections of narcissism/ her self-esteem split like a melon on a hot summer’s day/

Her innocence tastes like sun kissed sugars to his negative palate/

She was looking for a thug and she found him/

Her body aches blinded by her ideals of masculinity/

Man is more than his physical abilities/

With every nut that drips out of her canal she slowly realizes that fact/

No conversation/

No emotions/

No connections/

Just erections/ stuffed inside places she’d never been fucked before/

Raw/ for many hours and a few encores/

Until of course when she asked for more/

and he hit the door/

GB

The Aphrodisiac of Power/ Volume 1 #REMIX

The Aphrodisiac of Power/ Volume 1

Power… When a woman tastes its sweetness, she soon becomes addicted to the many flavors and selfless favors of a sexual slave/

His balls securely in her purse, he is a man in flesh only/

Marionette is his true self and she is his Puppeteer/

Her pedicured fingernails are laced with strings connected to his spine, his limbs and the worst of him/

When she’s not showing off his balls to her girlfriends, she plays with his emotions through his ego using her body/

His submission and her dominance combine for 1 style of her art of seduction/

If this is too cryptic, hectic and poetic, allow me to say this plainly/

He loves her and she doesn't love him/

I would say she doesn’t give a fuck but she only has a single fuck to give/

In dominance she fucks his face till he can barely breathe/

His tongue ferocious and eager to please master, he expresses his love through tracing the eternity sign on her flower/

His erection is ignored completely while her selfish nectar flows down his lips, chin, neck and collar bones/

Do not show remorse for this man, for he enjoys her pleasure more than his own/

With thick thighs pressing tight around his jugular veins/ he must be feeling euphoric with a lack of oxygen to his brain/

His eyes rolling into the back of his head just as hers do/

No penetration in this situation/ Him releasing spasm after spasm into sheets at the level of her calf muscle/

Her releasing and squirting the back of his tonsils with her syrup and nectar/ his whiskers now soft from her shampoo and conditioner/

Her heels pressing the back of his neck until every drop of her essence is in his stomach/

Finally releasing his face/ now he’s breathing as heavy as an asthmatic who just climbed a flight of stairs/

His jaw dripping like a helpless puppy standing at the front door, happy that his master let him in from the rain/

Content in his defeat in his attempt to make her love him as he does her/

Believing foolishly he is one step closer to her heart when he could not be further away.

GB

the nasty

As I think of the nasty there is to cum/

I think of the verses that have cum before/

Like flashes of wetness between skin on skin when pelvis meets pelvis/

How I learned through a variety of lovers that no woman is the same/

Flavors of ice cream dripping down my tongue in liquid form/

Be for warned for this verse is not a poet braggadocio/

This is filaciou and being so deep inside your woman your family jewels lay resting on her chocolate starfish/

This is about chocolate layers on sugar walls, whip cream and cherries/

This is about fingernails breaking the skin above spines/ bottom lip bites and sweet pain moans/

This is about wobbly legs and trembling inner thighs/

Kidneys moving to the side/ wet from sweat milk and honey/

Open mouths that glide over nipples and navels, ankles, toes, elbows, the cracks of apple bottoms and Apple Jacks/

This is about a powerful day of getting fucked like you stole something/

A day where I was gentle as you needed me to be/

This is about dominance, submission, lust and trust/

You cumming down my throat as I exhale hot breath through my nostrils onto your secret garden/

This is about neck squeezes and ass slaps/ deep penetration and breaking backs/ bent limbs, euphoria and ceiling fans evaporating wetness from sheets/

Fingers so dangerously close to ground zero it makes her take the slightest of pauses/

Bouncing breast reflected by moonlight shining through drops of rain and storm/

The word baby repeated by lips tired of sucking and bodies exhausted from fucking/

This is about rib cages expanding and contracting housing hearts that beat like Latin rhythms/

This is about connection and intimacy, transparency and expression, wet instructors and hard lessons, lust and one of its many lyrical manifestos/

GB

She Fascinates Me...

She fascinates me with her relentless exploration for the flavors of passion/seasoned with the syrup of joy/

She tastes life with me just before dripping wisdom on my core self/ from balls to bone marrow/flesh and spirit we dance forever/

Like the edges of 2 galaxies spinning besides each other/ Harmonious we are beyond what man can destroy with his bitterness/

Sweet she remains always as I endure our endless cycle of passion and fascination/

Our session of intimacy was similar to dueling percussion and wind instruments during a late night jazz jam/ Harmonious and competitive/ spontaneous and repetitive/ innovative and contemplative passion in all of its creative glory

Sweat sweeter than the syrup of peaches/ drinking like the sands of Egypt surround us without water/

Music is made welcoming the rain/ her aggressive submission is laced with trust/ Just like the butterfly trusts a breeze that is blowing towards randomness/

I trust her with liquid legacy/ she drinks from me savoring the wine made from the crushed grapes of Ethiopia/

Utopia braided with thickness/ weaved into thickness for all time/

This time documented by the Sun while the eternal passions are blamed on the Moon for arriving too late and leaving too soon/