Black Poetry : Freedom


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May 16, 2004

He said I make him nervous.​

I made him feel. We hadn’t seen each other in years.
I listened while he rubbed his dick.
He sucked my toes while I told him about my day.
Entangled in self-pleasure while we explored
In between strokes and moans…
Titties plump, nipples pierced.

I asked, “Is there someone else?”

He told me it’s been a while.
That he’s been focused on the family.

And so here we are.
His dick, now inside me.
Conversations turned into convulsions.
It had been years, but felt like yesterday.
I felt free and not judged.
Seen and pleased.
He licked all parts of me.
We rubbed and kissed in between thrusts and dips.
Something he’ll always miss.



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Apr 23, 2022
Good one! I wish i would be able to write as good. Do you think it is a good idea to take an online writing course Can they really teach you how to write or do you think it is all matter of a talent? I wrote couple of poems during my school years and they where not even bad but it was a very long time ago.
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