The Black Closet: Volume 1: Mynd Fyck

By Blkpoetx

The Writings of Blkpoetx , Poetry deals with love, Lust and life. this is his first collection. I hope you enjoy

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 8, 2011
• ISBN: 9781257464333

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Blkpoetx

Fantasize

Read my words,

Let them take over you

Shut the door,

     Let down the shades

I want to thrill you

Dim the lights

     To a warm glow

Take off your clothes,

     Ever so slow

Take your time, read line by line,

Let my words;

     Fuck your mind,

          Slowly

So you are there,

     Standing bare,

Don’t be embarrassed,

     I won’t tell a soul

You need my loving care,

          Like gold.

Feel the air as it caresses your body

Think of only me,

          baby are you warm,

Thinking of ecstasy?

When was the last time you made love... Oh that long?

Lay here across my bed,

While the feeling is strong,

Feeling the warmth of my hand,

You can’t imagine what I have planned

Come closer,

     Closer to fulfilled fantasy,

Let me lick your toes,

     Nice and clean

Kiss up your legs;

     Fulfill your dreams,

Have you ever had a man do this before?

I knew it would make you feel good

Therefore, I had to explore,

I am just a tool,

     you are my controls,

Tell me what you want?

Oh… I already know,

Just lie back, and welcome the mood.

… and Fantasize

The Welcoming

Some welcome the chance for romance

While they dance to their own songs

To there own rhythm less beats

Seeking things unseen. Imaginations captured

Emotions shattered to the friendly reminders

Of them – Not being idolized

     Nor being the center of loves attention

But sitting captured in the pain of being alone

Yeah being alone, when the sea’s bounty is right

Right for the picking but no one is picking… you

No one choosing to see you

They walk about, paint pictures and smile with vicious teeth

That rip deep… very deep

          Into the consciousness of men

And men, say amen

But the welcoming words weren’t so warm

While invitations , yes invitations

Where Given with rehearsed words,

While you learn once again to let go and learn

The lessons that lack of love is teaching you

What being alone is,

And how not being the center of attention feels

While you don’t find delight in this

In this love lesson

In this unwelcome welcome

you know that this lesson

Will bring you to the finale … love

About Him

So you saw him like never before?

Making his way to you

Wondering to yourself

With him, what could you do?

Thinking about the situation

In past and present tense.

Drifting on the commonness

As he put up a hidden defense

Captured by the things

That makes you go wild

Lost all alone, little lost child

Finding comfort, within yourself

Hoping each moment, you can

Be with him, …Contemplating

The magic of the magic of the things

That you to can do

So what is that secret desire

That has you hypnotized

In a trance of forbidden thoughts

Pushing the subliminal buttons

Hidden in the danger zone of mind

What is it that keeps you

wanting more and more

Laying down your body as a sacrifice to a sexual god

that not only fulfills desires but grants fantasies

What is the mystery that surrounds the Man?

And makes you want to just have one little kiss

While you fill with a passion that you can't control.

Thinking about a different body, a different way

And he has no idea.

Porn Star

Shall I take off my clothes again?

Hoping I'm stimulating from the root to the end

Causing you to do to yourself

Things you've only dreamed

Forcing you to cream

In the bathroom steam

Moaning take me now

While I wonder how many fingers you can fit

Can I hit? I'm not a misfit.

Just a porn star.

How far must I travel to see you

You who only tonight knew me

How much flirting must I do to touch you

You who tonight can be one of the proud

One of the few

.

Porn star. That what I am

I say is there anything wrong with

know how to fuck,

and brave enough to demonstrate.

I'm just a teacher

Practicing what every man desires

From sinners to preachers

So, shall I take off my clothes again…?

Causing you to fantasize,

of me and you only us two,

for the moment while you longing to have me now

Then you press rewind.

Thinking Head

Damn… what is the feeling

got me about slap a nigga to get a taste?

Smooth brown round tempting;

make me want to fall up in them, swim around

And set up camp.

While they enjoy the caress of sandy beaches

While the tongue slides into the