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Lyrical Orgasm Yes I am relaxing these words right off the tip of my lips As the swirl around my tongue I feel the numbness building As verbs and pronouns Begin to excite me Stimulating me mentally Stroking me and arousing my sensibilities Dancing vision of this lyrical slayer Spitting lyrical verses Of illicit swagg, gravitating My hips to move as my body moves To this lyrical orgasm As I lay here with my mind at ease Allowing these lyrical verses To keep me caressing your mind Taking you on this orgasmic journey Of verbal intoxication As I flip a remix that leave you busting Mounds of lyrical orgasms You see we come to relax and sooth Your mental frustrations Those that cant be teased Just by looking at pictures We must hear the climax in your ear As you inhale a deep breathe And begin to spit phrases That leave you paper chasten Bleeding ink like a cool summer’s rain Washing away the steam of the night Leaving you remising and thinking On that morning grind trying to get your roll on Crusade through society hill Seeking that lyrical orgasm Seeking that everlasting lust That pill of lyrical X-stacy That will leave you floating Lifelessly through your wildest dreams Tossing and turning you mentally Injecting you with corals of poetic fever Jumping around like a crack head Looking for that next poetic fix Knowing you just can’t get it from any where It has to be the good shit That right shit To send you soaring the sky As I keep pumping this lyrical injection into you ear To set you free and to release you Float on my poetic soul Float on my lyrical orgasms ©2011 Cassandra EvolutionsofPoetry Covington 
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I was created from a different ilk from a different type of caterpillar or spider silk people look at me, and wonder how I am built but what I offer to them, seems to be, strange milk some misinterpret me to be on high stilts or a strange man, from another land, wearing a kilt I am, myself, with no guilt will never move, from my foundation, or even tilt my presence is seen, as the residue of silt to figure me out, is futile, you won't find nothing! zilch! DEOZI Love The Skin You're In..
Who Is It That Said That Nappy Hair Is Bad? See We've Fallen Prey To European Fads. As Original People, We Ought To Be glad. For What We Were Given, Sometime it makes me Mad. Who Said That It's Bad To Have Dark Skin? Now Us As Blacks Are Guilty Of It Most, Should Be A Sin. Now I'm Dark And I'm Proud Of The Skin I'm In. If Your Not Proud Of Who You Are, No Way You Can Win. Some May ThinK It's Not Cool To Have Full Lips. Until By These Full Lips, You Have Been Kissed. I'm Happy with The Way The Creator Made Me, Pure Bliss. So With The Negative Comments? Well My Cipher They Miss. And Last But Not Least, Nothing Wrong With This Wide Nose. If You Think Anything Different, Im Hear To Tell You Your Mind Is Closed Some May Think It's Way To Big, Nostril To Wide I Suppose. But I Was Made Fearfully and Wonderfully, From My Head to My Toes. © August 2011Kenneth McKnight The sacred lips of her yearn to kiss his
Her inner folds gently reach to caress his tongue granting invitation into her inner sanctum where her precious jewel abides His tongue being the master key applying pressure masterfully releasing clasp Going beyond the veil seeking her anointing to overflow pouring upon him delicate beads of honey sweet water holding mounds of sacred earth in hand for leverage tending to her jewel beckoning her waters to flow freely breeching her floodgates to reward his time spent in reverence to lips of she sacred waters overtake he with liquid blessings abundant her feminine earth shakes causing tectonic plates in back to arch causing rolling rapids to churn down hill into sacred valleys saturating grasslands just as suddenly her nature replys to his warm gentle breeze sssshhhhh.... be still...... Caresses linger of Loves sacred kiss. Love-One-Self © August 2011 " Thoughts of a females mind: Love N Life" Emotional Rollercoaster’s “Life” One of the biggest rollercoaster rides We will ever take The ups and downs The ins and outs Makes you wonder How your sanity remains Clung to this emotional rollercoaster As she enters the room My thoughts escape me Stuck in a Trans I find myself Inebriated, Heavily intoxicated Trapped under the influence Of her seductive persona The way she smiles Moves those hips from side to side This emotional rollercoaster is one hell of a ride To see him standing in the distance He knows just how stunning he looks Tall, dark, with a body creased At every rip, tear, as the muscles so deliciously drape him Deep down in his loins His moans scream out for me As he excites me mentally This emotional rollercoaster of life is a bad motherfucker As I turn to her He grabs me Holding on tight Damn I just cant breathe How am I caught up in a love triangle Looking into his eyes As she kisses my neck Strokes my breast As I look into her eyes I feel the warmth of his body Caressing me softly As they are touching me and kissing me Here and there, there then here Oh my so many emotions Are coming to the surface This emotional rollercoaster has me caught up In a three way lover affair One I could have never imagine Life’s fairytales will leave you breathless Just grab hold and take the ride Never be afraid to explore your dark side There are so many things that attract us That seen so unusual to others But sparks a deep passion with in us It’s an emotional rollercoaster baby Jump on board and take the ride Welcome to your sexual intuitions As you open the doors to erotic chamber As life’s emotional rollercoaster’s unleashes you ©2011 Cassandra Evolutionsofpoetry Covington  BELIEVE ME.....
To Read or Not to Read that is The Question I now must Ask, I Brace to give my Answers as I Remove this Verbal MASK... My mind is That of a Open Book, Some Thoughts are Distinguished but others you have to Dig Deeper and Look... I'm not just Words that Are written on Pages, The Scribes that I write are my Mind Altering Stages... Evolving Into something that has to Be Changed, But ALL you Recognize is a Image and my Name... Sporadic and Fluent as I Perch at This Window, I try to Explain Them its just not that Simple... Temple of Doom when you enter my Existence, Stuck there Forever because my Markings are Consistent... Genetically Encrypted with Blood of a Goddess, I seen the Outcome I'm Spiritually Flawless... Torn Between Mortality and Divine Intervention, I'm tryin to School you Muthafuka's so Sit Back and Listen... My Mind is the Fabric to a well Preserved Quilt, My Essence Surrounds Everthing and the Kingdoms That I Built... Telepathic Wavelengths that Transcend Me Into Energy, Because of my Knowlege It Puts Me In Jeopardy... Yet Conscious Enough To Still ESCAPE through, I Am EVOLUTION how Many Times I gotta Tell You... YOU can Envision Me has Controversy or see me as Eccentric, But when I Speak from the Heart my Words are Authentic... Never to Be Duplicated~Never to be Waivered, I'm not the Creator of this Universe But I'm Definitely his Most Highly Favored.... Recognizing Him But I'm Still Mother of This Earth, EMBEDDED~ ENCRYPTED well before my BIRTH... Complex Entities I Derived from them All, What makes me SHINE And Stand so TALL... Consciousness and all that it Represents, I am of Living Flesh but my Mind is of Another Descent.... Crossroads and Levy's Impose Theoretical Distractions, But I'll Travel Backwards and Arrive with the same Abstraction... Close to Edge but ever Closer to the Core, My Mind is like a Book it Can't Be Silenced No More.. Entrapment is what they Sought~ but Simplicity is what They'll Get, Trying to Contain the Mortal Side but my AWARENESS IS TO THICK... Boundaries is a Unfamiliar Lifestyle In which I don't Wish to Claim, I'm Searching for My Soulmate The one that Bares the Markings of my Name.... © Copyright 2011 My Reflections…. Yeah, I took a look in the mirror this morning I see that same chick I saw yesterday And the day be fore that And the day before that A beautiful reflection of me Yeah, That 5 star chick That one who knows she’s a queen Diva down from head to toe All dressed up in designer clothes Gucci, Fedia, Prada, Lou vaton Hell, whom can touch me When im looking this damn good As my reflection in the mirror burns Not needing or wanting anyone to crowd her space She knows she is that chick every man needs on his hip That ride or die chick Down with the get down No matter for far down she has to go Hmmmmmmmm as I began to giggle Laughing at myself beyond disbelief As my true reflection begins to shine through Trying to understand if I am so great Why am I sitting here alone? Jonahing for that love jones Looking for my mister right Hell, I’ll take Mr. Right now if he is available Naa, I’m not that hard up As my reflection stares at me from across the room. You never truly know yourself Until you start exploring yourself As I stare at my reflection I find myself reminiscing on a lot of things One things for sure Your reflection will not hide the real truth No matter how hard you try to deny it The reflection will burn through Like that time I worked at the strip club While turning tricks on the side Hell I thought I was doing the damn thing Until I found out I was being stalked At first it thought getting this money would be easy But my reflection of scars and burses tell me something different My self esteem was at an all time low Not caring about myself Not giving a [expletive] how I dressed Damn your reflection is a true [expletive] Something you just cant deny No matter how hard you try Like the day I meet you My reflection smiled for days I could stand in the mirror And listen to my reflection sing to me for hours Listening to me saying My first name with your last name As though we were already married Yes, girl he made your reflection come alive As the mirror reflects our passion As we make love for hours Jumping in and out of the shower On top of the dress, to the recliner Oh damn you got me doing a headstand Wow you will be amazed At what you will see in your reflection As you scroll through your vivid imagination Some may be bitter sweet Some dark and cruel But the reflection in your eyes Will never lye to you My reflection is da realest [expletive] I know Deep and complexed Always keeping it real Never lying to me to my face My reflection tells it just like it is And don’t give a damn how I feel My reflection does not judge me Simply acknowledges the fact that im real I make foolish mistakes A lot of bad choices Traveled to many dead in roads But my reflection has never talked about me Never slandered my name Never slept with my man Because my reflection knows he is great in bed My reflection burns deep in the mirror Shines through my eyes Like an hourglass half full Can you see your reflection? Can you every tell me your reflection don’t keep it real with you? I’ll trust my reflection before I would ever trust in you… Remember im da realest chick Dat 5 star chick Yes that on every man wanted to be with My reflection told me so But yet im still standing here alone Looking at my reflection ©2011 Cassandra Evolutions of Poetry Covington  A OPEN FACE CANVAS.........
My darkest hour may be my greatest Accomplishment, I put my Right Foot Forward as I move Closer to my Descent... Standing here in Straight Canvas Form, Waiting to Paint this Image as if I were Being Born... Array of Colors as they Blend into my Existence, I hold the Brush of Life Cause I'm Ready to Exude my Confidence... Because The Natural Essence That Gives me Tranquility, I revoke this Entity that Jeopardizes My Stability... Although Pleasantly I remember his One of a Kind Essence, Ocean Fresh Scent was the Exact Name of His Fragrance... The Aromatics Seems to Be always Lingering, I Close my Eyes as if I'm still Tingling... Wanting to Envelop what Memories I Share with my Mind, I Grab Hold Of Remnants That was Left from way Behind... Now I'm Laying in a Pool of Silk Satin Sheets, Painting this Mural in these Open Virtual Streets... Aware of my Movements Aware of my Pain, I put Forth my Best Effort and all that I Claim... Moving on suppose to Be Easy Right? But how can you Move on when you Still reach for him in the middle of the Night.. MISSING The one Ingredient that Seems to Make You Whole, Trying to Fill that Void from this empty ass Hole... Substitutes Don't even Count they're only Temporary, I need that Blood Moving Spirit who Name is always gonna be Legendary... Etched Across my Lips just like No Other, He's King Supreme My #1 Fantastic Lover.... © Copyright 2011 CLOSED MINDS OPEN
we should love more and envy less, hate leads to an empty nest chaotic fighting, unfriendly mess we always become strong, when we mesh! only people with sense, know this emcee best gossip, is bad product, it's a Wendy Guest ignorant chat, an ignorant assembly next hearsay increases, rumors spread like fan blown feces especially when a man moans 'Jesus!' the enemy is shrouded as sheep talk a good game, great smile, the outfit is deep there wearing lamb's clothing, I call it goat gear parasite your pockets, because they provoke fear people in mental prisons, religions, you will find it devilish leaders, prey upon the close minded there's only ONE CREATOR, and the Spirit is timeless look within yourself, you will find the Right Conscious! DEOZI VAMPIRES + WOLVES = PEOPLE
when your life is fragile, and all the great weapons fail you'll be in an underworld, like kate beckinsale hunted by humans, waking from a slumber in the midst of vampires and wolves, as your number one hunter see vampires can be family, men who act manly sucking your life, and bring strife, infectious and angry and those who act like sheep are real wolves devour your mind, so make sure, you're wearing steel wool plenty hustlers out there, that you may find deep but when they transform, reveal canine teeth run for cover, or make it your mission, to kill the crooked could be your brother, so just position, the silver bullet inside your mental pistol, the right ammo, in the temple with you and who controls, the pen or pencil, cripples the loser, and in this world, there's three species werewolf, vampires, and humans, need greed victims lose resources, bodies indeed, bleed knowledge is your defense, so family, PLEASE READ! DEOZI |
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