Some Ol Bull

Searching through my cellular device I found this poem. I'm not sure if I still needed to finish it or if my phone deleted it, but sadly it seems to be incomplete. This is NOT a good poem, its just some ol bullshit. I wrote it one angry night..its in regards to a touch-me-not I once knew. I was told that I was not allowed to give this individual head, dome, BECKY :-P! Why not?...Because she's a butch -_-
Smh...Here it goes...


**Edit** My brother Chamara brought something to my attention.
Contrary to popular belief, this poem is NOT about my current partner. She may have sparked the writing of this, but the content comes from past relationships of touch-me-not's and aggression built up. So, GET IT RIGHT!


Dominance.
I'm a butch
so you aren't allowed to indulge in the enjoyments of a lesbian.
You're too much of a man to allow your love honey to trickle down your thighs.
But I'm supposed to be posted up...legs in a "v" while you pump me until my necture has you full.
What about my hunger...my desires?
I yearn to finger love you into a shattering quiver,
where your thighs are spasing against my neck,
your "Ah's" are fast, sporatic, you fell yourself cumming in an explosion of extasty...
Then you pull my hand up like "nahhh, I don't get down like that!"
YOU DON'T GET DOWN LIKE THAT?!?
Perhaps you missed the part where I was a lesssbbbiannn, you are a woman...MY woman and I want to enjoy your sweet tastes.
For you to neglect me is pure ignorance.
You butch, dom, ag, dyke...I don't care how far down ya jeans sag, or how much ya fitted is tilted to the side...
when you come out them clothes...there stands a lovely feminine silloutte...


:) I think I became too angry to finish my raging phone note...Lmao.
But, I just wanted to get that off my phone. I repeat, this is some ol bullshitttt. lmao.


*I'll post a poem that I am in love with... Love Like Worldwinds , my 4 chapter release of emotions dealing with my four ex-girlfriends.
But until then...


*Live life with compassion :)