Poetically Speaking: Truth Love Lies and Disappointments

By Cynnamon Brown

This is about the poetic journey of three beautiful women, all living their lives in a poetic way. They each have a special love for the art of writing through journaling, poetry, or both. Cynn, Pauline, and Dena all live totally different lives; but their love, desire, and need for something more seems to pull them together in a poetic type of way. The twist and turns of their lives lead them together, making it a reality of what women today are faced with, poetically speaking through truth, love, lies, and disappointments.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984540812

Cynnamon Brown

Cynnamon Brown is a woman that has decided to believe in something bigger than herself. She awoke one morning with an epiphany and she knew she was suppose to live out her divine purpose. She picked up her pen and notebook and started writing, her book. She then began writing her poetry again. Cynnamon Brown is the inner being of the person behind the workings of Poetically Speaking. The author is a mixture of things. She is seductive, sexy, lonely, mysterious, yet the marrying type, her mind runs as deep as the sea, which is deeper than most want to swim. She is a person that will stay hidden in plain sight until necessary. Her writing and love for poetry has helped her out of her darkness as she began to live. She's made a conscious decision to live her life Faith Forward and has made significant changes in her life. She has stories to share things, she has life experiences that have made her the woman she is today. Shes an invigorating woman and the world of writing is now her playground and she looks forward to having fun while entertaining others with her novels, her poetry, and her wisdom, while loving life her life. Cynnamon has given herself permission to be Amazing while living Faith Forward and she is doing just that..

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CYNN BROOKS

Today was a rough day. Cynn woke up from her nap feeling even more lost and confused, not knowing which way to go. She got out of the bed and began sifting through all the old and new mail that was piled up on the cluttered desk in her home office, only to find another final disconnection notice for the gas. She just dropped it back down on the pile of mail. She put her head down because she was so frustrated. She could not understand how she got to the place where she was unable to pay her bills on time. She was so tired of struggling, tired of falling short, tired of being taken advantage of. She had too much potential, and to be in this position was embarrassing. Tears began to roll down her face. Her cell phone started ringing. She got up from the desk and picked up her phone and looked at the caller ID. She said, Damn, under her breath, then answered the phone.

Cynn said hello. Her tone was so dry and low and instantly he knew something was wrong. He said, What’s up, girl? Why you sound all down like you done lost your best friend? Cynn just bust out crying.

Mark started yelling at her through the phone to stop crying. He asked, What are you crying for? He got all serious on her and starting yelling, Knock that bullshit crying off, sounding like you’re some weak chick. Yo ass is built like me, I know you’re stronger than your circumstance, so dry those tears and stop acting like a damn waterhead.

Cynn said, Mark, you just don’t seem to get it. I’m tired of the world being on my shoulders. I’m tired of always having to be the one to fix it all. I’m just fucking tired. Cynn hung up on Mark in frustration and started looking for her writing pad which seemed to be her only outlet; her release from the world and everything that seemed to be standing on her shoulders.

I want to release this beast in me, because I was born to be a BOSS-ASS chick, not just walking around acting and looking like some average bitch, not even for some dick. I am a phenomenal woman, and I will survive no matter what. I will never stop trying. I will get ahead. I put that on my life. I will not leave this earth until I have arrived. I am not sure how, but I know I am going to be at the top. Mark the words that I speak. I might be feeling all low, but I will grow, girl, don’t you know? Watch how I rise. It will be no surprise, but it will all be in God’s marvelous time. Wipe your tears and never fear. You know your strength will always prevail. Just trust and believe in you. Look at the great things you can do. Release that beast in you because you are a BOSS-ASS chick, not some crybaby average bitch.

After reading what she wrote, Cynn closed her book. She got up and walked to the window to see what it was looking like outside. As she looked out of the window, she saw the badass kids that live across the street playing with matches. She started to pull up the window and say something to them but decided against it. She just walked away and went back and sat down at her desk and continued going through all her overwhelming mail. As she began picking through the mail, she realized most of it was just junk, and started tearing it up putting it all in the shredder. While she continued sifting through the mail, she came across an envelope that was handwritten with no return address. She raised her eyebrow in a bit of confusion. She picked up the envelope, wondering who sent her a letter. Instantly she thought it was some bullshit letter maybe from some side chick that found out her information and wanted to tell her some shit about Frank, since there was no return address. She opened the envelope and started reading the letter. The first line pushed her back a little because she was not expecting to read what was in this letter.

Dear Ms. Brooks,

We are pleased to announce that you have been awarded the first place prize for the poem you submitted to the Poet Run contest. Please find enclosed your funds for being the first-place winner. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to contact the help desk at 743-555-6677.

Cynn stopped reading and looked at the enclosed check for $1500. She instantly leaned back in her chair, looked up, and began giving thanks and praising God. "Thank You, God, just thank you." She sat there for a few minutes and just felt a sense of calm come over her knowing her gas nor her lights would not be cut off because God made a way for her to pay her bills. Cynn started writing all the emotions she was feeling in her journal because when things got the best of her, she would write to keep from crying. Shit, at times she would be crying and writing at the same damn time.

I’m feeling great, feeling like I need to give thanks to the Most High as I start to see right before my eyes this powerful plan of the divine. I’m feeling full, I’m feeling new, I’m feeling thankful. Thankful for another day. Thank you God for making a way. As your word says, just have a little faith and I will provide a way. Just keeping the faith as God makes a way. I give thanks. I’m feeling so great.

Cynn read over what she wrote, smiled, and closed the book again. She picked up four of her overdue bills, got the calculator, and began adding them up. These were the four bills that she would pay first with the hopes of having some gas money for the week. Cynn thought she might not have jack left over. After adding everything up, the total was just $1,386.72. This brought a smile to her face because that meant bills will be paid and she would have that gas money for the week. Just when she was about to lose hope, God made another way for her. She looked up, just to give more thanks once again because she was truly feeling grateful, and blessed. Cynn got up from her desk. She knew she needed to get to the bank and deposit the check immediately, so she could pay these bills ASAP.

She was taking her pajamas off, about to jump in the shower, when there was this hard banging on a door. Cynn jumped and thought, What the fuck? Then she realized someone was banging on her door. Her heart began racing. She threw her pajamas back on, went to the front door, and opened it with such force, not even looking to see who it might be. She was cut off in midsentence as she was about to start breaking, Yo what the f—

He just pushed through the door and said, Don’t be hanging up on me, in a really stern, rough hard tone, which kind of scared Cynn at first. Then Mark turned around with this stupid grin on his face. She reached over and smacked him on his bald head and said, You scared the shit out of me. She asked, Why you banging on my door like that anyway?

He said, You were acting like a fucking crybaby and hung up on me, which is not like you, so I had to come check on you, Sun.

Cynn laughed and gave him a big hug. Cynn said, That’s why God picked you to be my HIM. Then she let him go quickly as she gave him a light push. She said, Guess what?

He said, What?

Cynn said, I got this in the mail. She walked over to her office and got the letter off her desk and handed it to him.

Mark read the letter. He smiled and gave Cynn a nuggy on the side of her head. He said, That’s dope, baby girl! See how talented you are? I keep telling you, your writing is what’s going to make you rich. Now finish your book. You’re the most talented person I know. I hate it when you sell yourself short.

She said, I know. You’ve truly been the best supporter and friend, and I pray our friendship will always remain the same. There was this weird stare between them for a brief moment. Mark had to say something stupid to break through the awkward moment. They began play fighting and laughing.

Cynn said, I was about to jump in the shower before your crazy butt came banging down my door. I need to run to the bank and deposit my little funds so a sistah could pay some bills. She asked Mark, What you got planned for the day?

He said, Nothing, why, what’s good, Sun?

Cynn turned and rolled her eyes. Stop calling me Sun. I’m not your Sun. I hate it when you say that.

Mark said, Yes, you are my sun. You brighten my day whenever I need sunlight, so that makes you my sun. He then grabbed the back of her head and gave her the forehead kiss and said, Now go get in the shower. I smell yo stank ass. I’m rolling with you. Today I don’t have anything planned. Cynn gave him the middle finger and smiled as she went in her room and jumped in the shower.

Mark sat in the living room making a few calls while he waited. He called one of his many chicks to see what her plans were for the night because he was thinking about sliding over later tonight for a little bootie call. There was no answer and he just hung up without leaving a message. He started to make another call, but he heard Cynn getting out of the shower. She yelled from the room, Are you hungry?

Mark said, You know a brother is. What you got to eat?

Cynn was in the room drying off about to lotion her body. As she looked at her naked reflection in the mirror loving the results of her hard work her mind went straight to the gutter with that question. She threw her robe on and walked in the living room. I got something in the fridge. Help yourself while I finish getting dressed. I should be ready in ten minutes.

Mark got up and walked close to Cynn and stared at her. Now you know it’s not safe to walk out here like this. A brother might make you his meal.

Boy, shut the hell up with your crazy self, Cynn said. We’re sure not going down that road. Mark stopped and thought before he spoke because he knew better. They both had thoughts in their heads but knew never to cross that line. Cynn knew it would mess up their friendship; plus her love for Frank ran deeper than anything, and she sure wasn’t going to mess that up for any meaningless fling. Mark knew he loved Cynn on a deeper level and would never want to hurt her. He felt honored to have her as his friend, because one could only be so lucky to have a friend like her—sexy, funny, honest, and loyal. He thought she’s the real deal. She’s the best thing that had happened to him besides his son. He could tell her any and everything and vice versa. They shared this no-judgment-zone type of friendship. They both came out of their thoughts at the same time; that’s how in sync they were with one another. Mark walked to the kitchen and Cynn went back to her bedroom to finish getting dressed.

Mark went to the refrigerator and was looking for something to snack on because he knew Cynn always kept the good stuff stocked. As he was about to make a spinach wrap, his phone rang. He walked back to the living room and picked up the phone from the table and looked at the caller ID and saw it was his son’s mother calling. What’s up? he said as he answered the phone.

Well, hello to you too, she said in a tone that let him know she needed something. Hello! How are you, Keisha? What’s up?

She asked, Where are you right now?

He asked Why? in a get-on-with-it tone. What’s up?

She said, I’m stuck at the office and I can’t make it in time to pick up Mac from Paul’s house and his mom has an emergency and needs to leave.

Mark said, Well, I’m at Cynn’s house, and that’s not far from where Paul lives. I’ll swing by to pick him up.

She said, Thanks and tell Cynn I said hello.

Mark said, Yeah, okay. Then he hung up with Keisha and yelled out to Cynn, Yo, are you ready? Cynn walked out dressed and ready to go. Mark said, I’m going to have to bounce. Keisha needs me to pick up Mac from his friend Paul’s house. She is stuck at work and the kid’s mom has an emergency.

Okay then. I will catch up with you later, she said.

He said, Okay, cool. They both left the house and went their separate ways.

Cynn made it to the bank, deposited her check, and was on her way out when her phone began ringing the Bugaboo ringtone. She didn’t have to take the phone out of her bag to know who was calling. She gave him that ringtone because he was a pain in her ass, though he was a really nice guy. Cynn declined the call and proceeded to walk to her car. The phone rang again; Bugaboo calling again. This time she answered with a really stink tone. Hello.

Dang, why you answer the phone like that. Is everything all right? Josh asked.

Yeah, everything is fine. What’s up? Cynn said in an annoyed tone.

Nothing, just wanted to check on you. Haven’t heard from you in a minute, he said.

Cynn said, I know, because there is nothing to really talk about. Your decision was made, so enjoy the woman you chose to be with. I told you before, I am good and we are still cool.

He didn’t like how she was talking to him. He said, Damn, don’t be like that, Cynn. You know how much I care about you, but you keep pushing me away. What’s a man to do? Hold out his whole life waiting for you to see him? He said, I’ve showed you over and over.

She cut him off in midsentence. Look, Josh, I’m cool with your choice. I only wanted to be friends—nothing more. I still want to be cool, but I don’t want you to start calling me every day and getting the wrong idea. I gotta go because I’m in the streets right now handling business.

Josh sounded disappointed. He said, Yeah, okay, we can talk later.

Cynn hung up quick before he could say anything else. She jumped in her car, looking straight ahead, wondering what her next move was going to be. She looked at her phone and thought about calling Frank but decided not to. She felt he was going to be an asshole, especially after their last conversation. She put the radio on and listened to her jam, Real Love, by Mary J. Blige. Cynn started singing as she drove back home. She thought there was no need to drive around aimlessly wasting gas, especially knowing she would need gas next week so she could complete the few cases for her PI company that she had not done.

Cynn pulled into her driveway and just sat in the car for a few, contemplating her next move. She really didn’t want to be alone, but she was in a weird type of mood. That mood where she did not want to be alone but she also did not feel up to being bothered and dealing with bullshit. So she decided to take her moody butt in the house and just write some poetry.

She got out of the car and began walking to the house. As she reached to open her door, her neighbor honked his horn as he passed by. She turned around and waved with a cynical smile on her face. She thought, while walking in the house, I wonder what he’s like in bed with his fine ass? She got in the house and just laughed off that thought. She kicked her shoes off, grabbed her book and pen and laid on the couch. Cynn tried to write, but her thoughts were all over the place, so she decided not to force the effort. She laid the book back on the table and went into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. She pulled out her leftover fish and yellow rice with spinach. She put the food on an aluminum pan to warm it up in the oven because she really did not like to use the microwave. She got some wine out of the refrigerator and was about of the pour a glass when her doorbell rang. She went and looked out of the door and was shocked, happy, and annoyed at the same damn time. She opened the door and there stood Frank, looking like a million bucks. She knew she had to play it cool. She did not want him to think it was all right to just pop up at her door unannounced. Though she was extremely happy to see him, she didn’t want him to know that right away. Cynn had avoided calling him earlier because she didn’t want to be calling and he not answer the phone or be disappointed with talking to him. Now look, he’s at her door, she thought to herself. The power of thought. The mind is a powerful thing. Frank stood at the door like he was ready to just walk right on in. Then he realized Cynn did not open it wide enough for him to just walk in. So he asked, What’s up? You not going to let me in?

Cynn looked him up and down and said, So now it’s okay that we just pop up at each other’s house unannounced? We doing it like that now? She had that one eyebrow raised, like, Really Nucca? Frank got annoyed and said with an attitude, Are you busy? You got company or something?

Cynn said, No, I don’t have company. She was really working Frank’s nerves.

He said, So what’s good? You want me to leave or are you gonna let me in? She opened the door wide enough for him to walk in and he rubbed against her. Frank took his shoes off at the door, he knew Cynn did not play having shoes on her cream color carpet. That was a no no.

They walked into the kitchen and Cynn said, I just started to warm up some fish, yellow rice, and spinach. Would you like something to eat?

Hell, yeah. I’m hungry as hell, and not just for food either, he said as he pinned Cynn up against the refrigerator and started kissing on her neck while pinching at her nipples. She allowed him to have his way with her for a few seconds because it felt so good to smell and feel him up on her. But as he began rubbing up against her, she stopped him. He asked why she was stopping him. Cynn said, Look, I’m hungry, and I don’t really want you to just come pop up at my house unannounced thinking you’re just going to fuck me and then oh, all of a sudden something comes up and you have to rush of. It’s not going down like that.

She pushed him back and began to warm up the food. She made both of them a plate. Then as she was about to sit, she asked, What do you want to drink? I have water, juice, wine, beer, or liquor. He said, Let me get a beer?

She placed both plates on the table, poured her wine, and gave him a beer. While they sat at the table, Frank gave Cynn a look that made her feel uncomfortable. Why you looking at me like that? she asked.

Like what? he asked.

Like you got a problem with me or something is on your mind.

Naw, shorty. I don’t have a problem with you. I love you, Frank said.

Cynn wanted to believe what he was saying, but she felt he was just saying that to get some pussy. So instead of starting an argument, she continued to eat her food, and once she finished her food, she downed the last of her wine. She got up and began washing her dishes. Once she finished, she looked behind her to see if Frank was finished eating so she could wash his dishes. But he was still eating, so she went into the living room, sat on the couch, and picked up her book. She started writing a poem that came to mind while sitting there, waiting for Frank to finish eating.

Love is a word that should not be fooled with, unless when it’s spoken you are true to it. When used to open one’s eyes, it could be such a surprise. It makes one just smile. It allows one to reminisce on all the special times. The word LOVE really means a lot to me. Love shouldn’t be a word that’s used to deceive, but a word said because it’s meant to be. Now I’m wondering if you’re just messing with my head or are these very words you said from the soul. You have to know. I told you before, my heart is pure. Feel free to explore my thoughts. I share with you because they’re true for you. It’s very rare and I’m scared, but … I LOVE YOU.

Cynn was really quiet while writing, and Frank couldn’t handle Cynn’s quietness. He called out her name. She closed her book and looked up just as he came walking into the living room. He said, What’s good, ma? Cynn gave him a look of annoyance. She hated for him to call her ma. He threw his hands up in the air with frustration and said, What? Why you looking at me like that? She just looked down and didn’t say a word. Frank got on his knees in front of her and placed himself between her legs. Cynn felt the instant heat. With him this close, his scent turned her on. She looked at his handsome face and thought to herself, I love this man, I’m so damn weak for him. She touched his face as he laid his head between her legs and he started to rub on her pussy through her pants. Cynn’s pussy instantly began to throb. It was going to be real hard to resist him now. She lifted his head up from between her legs and looked into his eyes. He continued to rub on her and she lost because she wanted to feel him. She wanted that good loving deep inside her. She laid her head back on the couch, closing her eyes, showing him he won. He stayed on his knees but in a more upright position, and he began pulling her pants and panties down at the same time. Cynn opened her eyes so she could look him in the eyes. He looked at her as confirmation that she was ready for some loving. He reached for her face, still on his knees, and gently began kissing her. He stuck his tongue in her mouth, and they began passionately kissing as their tongues intertwined. Cynn’s body instinctively began sitting up fully as her right hand began to unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his pants. She reached in his pants, only to find he was hard as hell. She began stroking on his dick while still in his pants, knowing she turns him on with just the way she holds his manhood firmly in her hands. Stroking with just a little force, she freed all his manhood. He grabbed her hand and pushed her back and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch. He put his head between her thighs and the cunnilingus game began. Cynn’s head fell back and she just closed her eyes as she felt pure delight with his warm tongue flicking on her clit with such a rhythm. His tongue game was sick. It took her to a place that no man has yet to take her. As he licked her up and down, sticking his finger deep inside her, he worked that tongue on her clit with a vibration that was indescribable. Cynn couldn’t take it anymore. She began pushing his head back, and he held a tight grip on her thighs, pushing his head deeper while sucking gingerly on her clit. Cynn’s juices were flowing, and she was losing control. Her eyes rolled back up in her head. She just lay there as her legs began to tremble as she reached her climax. Frank knew that tight grip oh so well. He got up and began kissing her again while putting his hands under her blouse and began rubbing on her full breast, pulling up her bra as he wanted to see her full naked body. He stood up on his feet while taking in all of Cynn’s beauty. He leaned over her while on his feet and cupped both of her full brown breasts. He began licking around her perfect round nipples. Cynn opened her eyes and wanted to please this beautiful black man that stood before her. Cynn sat up and then slid down, dropping to her knees as he stood before her on his feet. She began to please him with a feeling so very sweet. She stood up on her knees in a position like she was bowing to her king. She placed his manhood in her mouth and began to work her mouth in that motion he loved so much. She did her tongue trick as he grabbed her head, pushing his hard manhood deeper down her throat, as deep as he could reach. She took it and didn’t even choke as he continued to stroke and mouth-fuck her. That shit turned both of them on. Cynn pushed his hands off her head because she wanted to be in full control when she sucked his dick. She made it extra wet with all her saliva, and she allowed the spit to roll down to his balls. She leaned farther in and lowered herself to lick up the saliva that rolled down, gently sucking on his balls and doing all the things Frank liked. She sucked as she pushed and pulled with a fast pace he said I love you over and over and was ready to explode. She began to jerk him off. Frank looked down and said, Please taste my loving. She continued to jerk him off until he released.

After she finished, she said, Stop asking me to swallow. That’s some nasty shit.

He said, No, it’s not nasty. That’s some sexy shit. Cynn kept quiet and allowed him to say what he wanted because she knew she was not about swallowing or allowing him to cum in her mouth. They got up and worked their way to her bedroom. Frank jumped on her bed, and she went into the bathroom and began running the shower. As she waited for the water to get warm, she grabbed the Listerine and swooshed it around in her mouth, then spat it out and stepped into the shower, she felt the need to clean herself after he had his mouth on her.

Frank yelled from the bed, Can I join you? She opened the shower door and he jumped out of the bed and got in the shower. He lifted her up and penetrated her ever so gently. She wrapped her legs around him as he began to push in and out. His thrust got harder and faster with a rhythm. They were in sync. She held his neck tightly with one arm and her nails were digging in his back with the other. He stopped and she begged him not to stop. He then loosened her legs from around him and turned her so he could enter her from the back with her face on the shower wall. He fucked her so hard. All she could do was take it as they both came together. Her legs got so weak she almost lost her balance. Frank caught her and held her up. He helped her out of the shower, while making sure she was good on her feet. He wrapped her towel around her beautiful brown body. He turned off the shower and they laid down in the bed. They spooned and Cynn was in her glory. She loved nothing better than to fall asleep in his arms. It’s just when he leaves and is missing in action (MIA) for days at a time, leaving her empty and unhappy, she wonders who else he was giving it to just like this. Cynn laid in the bed and closed her eyes after climaxing both times. She was exhausted. Lying in Frank’s arms after having two orgasims put her out for the count right away.

Cynn woke up to the smell of turkey bacon and some soft jazz music playing in the front room. She rolled over on her back and looked to the left at the clock. It was 7:26AM. She couldn’t believe she slept that late. She smiled and sat up in the bed feeling so happy that Frank did not leave like a thief in the night. He was up in her kitchen cooking breakfast. She was beginning to feel overwhelmed and did not know what to do which was crazy. So she did nothing. She just laid in the bed waiting to see what he was going to do. But after about two minutes, she decided to get out of the bed to see what he was doing. That’s just the nosy PI in her. She walked quietly into the living room and didn’t see him. She walked into the kitchen and just smiled the biggest smile ever as she laid eyes on Frank at the stove, butt ass naked with her cooking apron on. His tight naked chocolate ass was such a nice sight. Cynn walked up behind Frank and pressed lightly against his back while reaching for his penis. She said, Hmm, food smells good. Frank was cooking turkey bacon with eggs, cheese, and spinach omelet. He had toast in the toaster and was boiling water. He asked, Do you want juice or tea?

Cynn said, I’ll have some green chai tea.

He pulled the teacups out of the cupboard and asked Cynn to get the tea, and as she began to walk away, he popped her on the behind and she jumped a little because that shit stung.

Frank began setting the table so they could sit down and eat together. They started talking about last night and he looked at Cynn and said, I really do love you, and each time I come here, I’m starting to hate when I have to leave you.

Cynn had a lump in her throat. She felt like she was going cry. She did not wanna to be a big damn waterhead this morning. She loved this man and really wanted for him to get it right with her. She wanted to be his wife, she wanted the beautiful family and all that good stuff with Frank. Cynn had to get up from the table. She had her back to him because she really did not want to start crying in front of Frank. She changed the subject and took the focus off his initial response. She turned around and said, Oh, it slipped my mind yesterday to share my good news. I won first place for my poem that I submitted to the Poet Run.

He looked up and said, Congratulations, babe! I didn’t know you submitted a poem for any contest. What poem did you submit?

She said, I wrote an erotic piece on the spot and I titled it ‘Black King.’ Mark had mentioned this contest a few months ago and wanted to me to enter, but I had never done it. Then when he came by one day to chill with me, he convinced me to go ahead and submit something. I got on the website and read through a few of the entries. I was really apprehensive about submitting my piece but Mark would not take no for an answer. He kept pushing and encouraging me, telling me how dope my work was. So I said, fuck it, and entered the contest. I just never thought my stuff was good enough. Guess the world wants and likes erotic poetry.

Frank smiled and said, Let me hear it.

Cynn was acting shy. She always got like this when it came to reading her poems out loud. She was more of a writer and not a spoken word type of person. She smiled and said, Don’t go getting all horny when I read it either. They both walked in the living room where Cynn left her writing book. Frank sat on the couch, and Cynn sat on the floor on her knees in front of Frank with her book in her hand. She thought about playing out of the scene of the poem for him but decided to just read it.

My Black King

Come sit down before me, my Black King. Go with the flow; enjoy your show.

Don’t worry about a thing. When I’m finished, you’ll know. I’m your Queen.

As I drop to my knees with pure delight, my goal tonight, is to give nothing less than satisfaction as loving your reaction, on the bare floor, I give you thoughts to explore, something so raw.

Forces you to want more, partly ready, I take a lick, getting it moist while slipping down your manhood with my lips. Parting my thighs giving you more of a rise.

Looking at my clit, you beg, Can I hit it? Removing your dick from my mouth, hard as hell

without a doubt, I lick my fingertip, placing it softly on my pinkness, rubbing with a rhythm nice and slow, getting it moist, almost ready to go, opened wider, your stares made it wetter.

As the kitty purrs, I give it a lil bit. Pushing my finger deep into my sweet abyss

Pulling it out, dripping with my nectar, no doubt.

I stick my finger gently in your mouth. Enjoy my sweetness as I strive to turn you out.

Taking my finger from your mouth, I bend over to kiss you with such passion

Heat burning inside. It electrifies our senses, as our tongues intertwine,

I straddle what should be all mine, As I slowly slide down your dick

Both our bodies prepare for that perfect fit

Buried deep inside me, I stopped…got real still

Only the muscles contracting, Like that action?

As my walls tighten around you, I stroke your balls

You pull my hair back, With just a lil force, asking, Is this good pussy all yours?

Without saying a word, I start to rock, real slow, and with the unspoken

You had to know. Back and forth, up and down, picked up the pace as I look into your face

You knew where my love was placed, this love could never be a fake.

Running your fingers down my spine, letting me know it’s almost that time.

Looking deep into your eyes, a tear fell down mine, starting to release all the emotions inside

You began to grind, Pushing me on to my side, telling me over and over.

This good pussy is mine.

As our bodies drip with sweat, the bare floor soaking wet, connecting like never before.

I moan, Give it to me, give it to me all, neither one could hold out anymore

I pull up, grabbing your strong shoulders, as we cum together, had to explode.

With me now carrying your white creamy load. We became one soul because the truth

was finally shown. I’m your Queen, My Black King.

Cynnamon Brown’s Poetry in Motion

Frank just smiled, giving her that look of approval, letting her know he really liked the poem. He said, Damn, babe, can you show me I’m your Black King? while rubbing on his hard dick. Cynn just watched his manhood as it continued to rise. As he sat on the couch with nothing on but a cooking apron, she had to seize the moment. She put the book down on the floor and while still on her knees, she crawled closer to Frank and asked, Am I your Queen? You got me on bended knees, I’m ready to please thee. He gently grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer to him. He whispered, Show your king what you got for him. Cynn politely obliged as she took his manhood in her mouth. She allowed him to go deep down her throat as she contracted her throat muscles. He moaned and hissed. She slowly pulled out, only sucking the tip, which was causing his toes to curl. He moaned, That’s my Cynn! Damn, you give the best head.

Hearing him talk dirty turned Cynn on. She loved knowing she turned him on. Frank looked like he wanted to explode as Cynn worked his dick with her tongue, stroking his balls at the same time. That really turned Frank on. Cynn could feel his penis pulsating, the juices inside beginning to boil up. He grabbed her head, trying to control things, but she took his hands off her head and just before he could release, she stopped sucking and began jerking him off. He let out a low hard moan as he released his white creamy load. Cynn allowed him to rub his warm cream all over her face and breast. She smiled and he smiled back. They both started laughing at the silly facial expressions she was making. He said, Woman, you are so nasty.

She said, And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He said, You know that’s right. I love your freaky ass.

Frank’s phone started ringing. Frank looked at Cynn and he knew she was going to catch an attitude and wanted to kick himself for not turning the ringer off sooner. So he got up and declined the call without even looking at the caller ID then he shut the phone off. He looked at Cynn and she had her back to him as if she was waiting to be disappointed.

Cynn’s eyes went up in her head. She looked at the clock, thinking that must have been one of his bitches, and now he is going to come up with an excuse to bounce. She had the biggest attitude but chose to remain silent. She has learned that silence is golden when it came to dealing with Frank. He is fine as hell, but he could really be a pretty bag of rocks because it seemed like she could say something and he just could not comprehend. Cynn just kept quiet with her back to him. Frank said, Sorry, babe, I meant to cut the phone off because I want to give you my undivided attention for the next two days. Frank forgot to mention his intention with Cynn so he knew he better say something quick because things with her can go downhill real fast. Frank asked, Cynn, do you have plans for the next two days?

Without turning around to look at him, she said, Nah, I’m going to pretty much be close to home. She turned to face him after she composed her annoyance and asked, Why do you ask?

He grabbed her by the waist and said, I don’t have anything planned for the next two days either, so how about we go to the supermarket get some food, wine, and a few good movies and get this staycation started today?

Cynn turned around with the biggest smile on her face and jumped up like a kid in a candy store. Okay, let me get dressed. She and Frank went in the room, jumped into the shower together, washed up quickly, got dressed and were ready to go to the supermarket. Frank laughed to himself as he looked at Cynn and thought he had her just where he wanted her. Frank walked into the kitchen to write out a shopping list of things they were going to need to make their staycation a success. He had planned this great dinner for the night and needed to make sure he had all the ingredients. There were snacks, fruits, and whipped cream on the list. After she read through the list, Cynn said, Frank, I’m tight on dough right now, and this is a lot of stuff.

He took the list out of her hand and said, Now, did I ask you for anything?

She felt kind of silly for assuming he wanted her to pay for the stuff and said, No, you didn’t.

He said, Okay, are you ready? She said yes and they walked out and went to Frank’s car. He opened the passenger side for Cynn, and as she was about to sit down, she gave him a quick kiss and said, Thank you. He smiled and walked around to the driver’s side, got in the car, and they were off to the store.

On the ride to the store, Cynn got real quiet. She listened to the music, and she was deep in thought about of the day she met Frank and all the ups and downs she has gone through with him over the years. They have known each other since high school, and were friends for over twenty years. She recalled how they started dating ten years ago. She was at some event and some chick was arguing with Cynn because the girl thought Cynn was messing with her boyfriend at the time. Cynn didn’t want to punch this girl so she tried to ignore her. But the chick kept popping mad shit. So Cynn chilled and let the girl say what she wanted. But she began to irritate Cynn because one, Cynn was not messing with the girl’s boyfriend, and two, she was trying to play Cynn in front of the crowd that was forming around them. One thing about Cynn, she did not start trouble, and she did not argue with people. She was either going to walk away or just punch a bitch in the face. So that is just what she did. The girl called Cynn a lying bitch, and Cynn just punched her dead in the mouth. The bitch was not ready. She charged at Cynn and Frank stepped in and broke things up. Cynn was real calm when he pulled them apart. It was the chick acting all crazy and irate, knowing she was breaking, but could not get to Cynn. From that day Cynn and Frank began dating and were together, and it had been an up-and-down roller coaster of a relationship.

Frank has taken her through some shit with one bitch after the next. She had called bitches and bitches had called her about Frank. It was just crazy to Cynn because she honestly knew she could never trust this man again, yet she was just going through the motions. With no real reason why. He did have a mean-ass cunnilingus game. Cynn had to touch herself, thinking about him between her thighs. Frank interrupted her thoughts and asked, Babe, are you okay? Cynn smiled and said, I am good, then went back to reminiscing on how the fuck she got here to this place with a man she felt was really beneath her standards. She just looked at him and thought he is fine as shit and thought how beautiful their babies would be. Then she laughed in her head. This nigga is really just a pretty bag of rocks.

Frank said, Oh, before I forget, my mom asked about you the other day.

Cynn looked at him saying, Are you just looking to make small conversation with me right about now? and laughed. He replied, Why you say it like that? Cynn, unable to filter her words said, No offense, but why the fuck is she asking about me? You know I ain’t fucking with your fake ass family. Don’t be like that Cynn. They always ask about you, especially after your father died.

Cynn said, "Do me a favor. Either never mention them to me and say what you want about me to them, or just tell them not to ask