Submissions by YoungPat

Two cups two blunts and two D's on her chest, death or desire and I breath on her chest, penny or a dime I invest in her chest and regrets I'd be blessed to forget and repent on her chest, But I'm in church I'm in church with a Misinterpreted book written thousands of years ago and I'm on my knees getting closer to god we getting closer to ours black power , black freedom being black Is being trapped though, It's so cut throat lets talk about cuts though and the first being the deepest baby I keep telling you honey suckling seed sweet your the sweetest poem I've ever known now I admit it's...

your kind of hard to approach but damn
Your kind of hard not to approach
I remember I talked about simple places but this
Place is simply complex
Watching ever glowing hair complementing
Ever glowing skin
Thoughts thinking sin…
Eyes moving sin……. chronization
With the brown Aphrodite
She controls. Consoles
Controls my senses consoles my anxiety
Creates my anxiety as the
Baseline breaks the speakers
Im broken by her features..
Candy coated.. candy coated
Contemplating candy coated raindrop
Lip kiss… that hair not only...