NaPoWriMo 1~30- 4 Bidden Fruits

I'm off my rocker....

after having wet day dreams of how I ROCKED her...world.

Until I can make that a reality to behold, my hand with out hers.

My side with out her, my bed with out her...essence to make it whole...just feels cold.

She, makes me feel wanted.

She, and those giving ways from far away has me taunted.

She, is so tempted to be mine and I vis versa.

She, if given the chance would be ready to run the gauntlet of love with I....

This woman,

with heart on a cautious pedestal...only for who is deserving.

This woman,

illuminating Oshun chakra shots to my soul's 3rd eye...

...forcing it to cry lava tears of phoenix humility and humbleness.

This Woman,

who has left chain letter-choker melodies of memories impossible for me to abandon on writer's block...

doesn't understand or realize shadow emotions are hard to shake over time!

You....a summary of this man's anthology greatest love of all deserving of a Goddess possessed within you.

You, the redefinition of imperfectly perfect

with hairless mounds between thighs

my lips need to engulf,

tasting strawberry chocolate bliss from the heavens to get lifted on....

You, the 1 of a kind, tantric arrow cupid ever made...

I've been waiting seemingly centuries for his ass to finally

target my damn chest;

So "My better half" can slip from these lips like tongues malesting nipples passionately.

The words "Sane" and "Pain" are one in the same when it comes to her.

With feelings inside

that trend more than Nicki Minaj's ass injections on twitter.

For some years now,

a Rapture of poetic symphonies laid dorment beautifully plaguing the ready to cross line

of air and opportunity...

in the back my mind a foundation

in her slave to love and happiness heart plantation needs residing with mine...ASAP.

So how can the gesture of pleasure be denied/ignored

when she not so subtly plants a bed of interest

in the garden under my nose to get a whif of what potential smells like..?

Tells me, my uniqueness and comforting characteristics

touched that torchured male terrorized faith in true love...

...and good men,

is slowly regaining justified hope to exist;

She also happens to be aware of

some overlining intrigue of pursuite from my direction as well.

This woman...Like B McKnight said, "My pride always gets in the way.."

I should have begged you to stay.

Flipped the script on me, playing role of Donell Jones in his song, "Where I wanna be".

Left me to see...what good could come from self focus, and notice like a chocolate Lotus flower grow to a desired peak.

Meek woman,

with soul stirring factor to make a man like mine's aura need crutches from our first encounter...

Since I know the energy exuding would be so fucking crippling and indulge in every second of it.

There has always been an age old adage that suggests

the combination of lover and friend,

usually form relationships with endurance of longevity...

You are the type of woman to make that sound like an understatement.

Just survey any man with pulse you give mental and physical hard-ons to try to prove me wrong.

I'm no angel by far,(and neither are you)

which is why you possess the thoughts to bring the Scorpio devil out of me.;)

Though I guess I can blame fate, for the question in my head of

why the current state of "WE" isn't in a future yet to see...?

Now, at this point...I'm confused.

Bruised beyond the fact of,

why God would give me such a proximity mine residing below my rib cage...?

Just like my mother birthing my vessel of flesh, didn't ask for this damn it!

Its suppose to be me and one other designed to have as lover, confidant, under covers, never put no one above her.

It's suppose to be when a brotha gives with reciprocal tendancies,

when she does in kind, Karmic complexities and complications shouldn't return!

It wasn't suppose to be This woman,

in this mortal komabat game of love...

Scorpion spearing my being magnetic pulling me to "COME HERE!!"

To get caught up in a relm of content that won't leave me alone to this day...

It wasn't suppose to be this bandit from BK,

taking a risk to open chambers to you,

unlock thoughts to you, make room 4u....

and still feel as lost on my road 2 redemption with contents under pressure...

I was born with...of empathy and genorocity that has become

a curse and a blessing like this gift of verse;

burdened...

What form of unholy pain in a pastlife of desired joy was caused for myself

wanting to taste these 4 Bidden Fruits laying on my chest's plate...?

Was Lauren Hill right when saying, "It could all be so simple...but you'd rather make it hard."?

And feels like it applies so well to this scenario.

Heart feeling like a greedy fat kid hoe,

With no dough to buy its freedom from such a love pimp situation

anguish mixed in the frustration, have no right to complain and

find some way to stay true.....

TO BE CONTINUED....

Copyright Abraham "Honest Abe" Benjamin 2012

All rights reserved

Pieces 4 Ur Heart

Pieces 4 Ur Heart

When it hits that thin line between late night and day break...

the next stanza of you is hard to start...

because in mind I'm with you,

but our bodies are apart so I hope these words connect the puzzle board of this growing love.

There comes a time in a mans life when he realizes games are for bedrooms and toys.

And Boyish tendencies only dis your Psyche.

So my agenda and mission, incite your mind with guarantees.

ignite your chakra with tantra's for dynasty lips to suck the legacy out my Ankh.

While I leave the shores of your Nile River soaked for generations to cum...and to come.

My words are the bonds I use to hold on to my sanity and lingering solace.

They massaging your heart and soul leaving a euphoric content inside

is a humbling bonus for me.

I can feel it...the clear residue of Carbon monoxide from my pupils.

My soul wants to get some air and stays scentless.

Rumbles of despair within the instinct part of my trifecta fears…

I want to love you new.

Love the inner beauty possessed but shown to the privileged few when

the door of opportunity to your hearts sanctuary is unlocked.

I'd must be shell shocked to have you believe and me conceive the notion that

I'm a poetic surgeon to help repair, and fulfill your needs...but I'll try.

Trust, this isn't AB trying to spit no game atchu...

my current mission is to polish the picture of a jewel inside your chest

and keep the frame around it from dope fiend leaning.

Since I've seen and know women, some friends, others ex's

who's aura me and other men have provoked, broke and damaged,

not delivering what they deserved right,

was blind to my neglecting ways even though

my vision is considered 20/20 in hindsight.

Just getting my mind right...on this road 2 redemption.

Like Vanessa, no man should have the power to crack your sunshine

via the mistrust and disgust of trifling brothers out there

That gives the rest of us a bad name.

But in regards of good ones...I can only speak for myself.

You know we all are far from perfect,

though I'd never want a Goddess like you to hang hopeful happiness on the shelf.

So, lets agree to say love and content solace together is all about perspective.

And if its believed you've had your "Final Fantasy"

Then every blow taking from this point on will be supper effective to your B.S. proof intuition.

After hearing these words, know that their adhesive from my lips,

was not only spoken to keep your equilibrium of faith in love...

together by the half or part,

just an offering of pieces 4 UR Heart.

Abraham Benjamin a.k.a. “Honest Abe” [© 2012]

Untitled New Erotica

Can you...can you pass me your pussy cup,

so I can sip the Sugar Honey Ice Tea from your clitoris...?

I'm seeing the potential in the aura of your scent

When your soul smiles at me;

Fuck cupid and his arrows.

His shots are no good

in making our bond stick-y...

you need a mental fucking from me

Busting nuts in your 3rd eye

from this slick dic-ture.

I know you want my finger in your ass.

That'l make your moans in my ear greater.

Its ok to cum a lil in your panties now.

Just know, like Jesus,

the 2nd cuming will be a blessing later.

Blasphemus tongue I posses.

You have to admit, sin tastes diabetes sweet

when a dose of you is ingested;

please Goddess, malest me with your eyes.

Rodeo my dick to death with mama africa jymbay thighs

Your oasis of life,

makes this tree grow like no other;

so my babies feel destined to swim...

in your still waters...

Allow this motion in your ocean to continue getting you sprung.

lets go tit for tat with these lubricated emotions in the air.

stroke my soul beneath my waist til its lotion of love moisterizes

the prize you seek in hand.

My mission isn't complete though.

See, I know your far from a virgin,

but I can tell that blackberry cherry needs its essence released again

like the first time.

the way it still grins temptation towards me.

Your eyes and fingers give me direction

Oh damn this erection of solace growing again

almost the 2nd time for you to say hello to my lil friend.

Lay there while we help release the liquid frustration of your day

ease the tension in your spine reclining from the excercise of switched positions

As Objective after objective reach one after another:

-keep you aroused {Check}

-make sure you stay wet {Check}

-While I'm conducting this symphony of passion on ya body from the waist down,

working my way up...you continue providing background vocals {Check}

-Don't stop making magic happen in this room with you till your cup runneth over so many times,

damn a towel; We gone need a mop on stand by...almost there

The pulsation pattern I can hear from your hole's foundation of sticky bounties gives me a sign

that your ready...to..drown me with your sorrows all over ONE...MORE...TIME!!!! *breathes heavy*

-“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 2011]

What A Brotha Needs (on the new album BROOKLYN'S LOST SON)

What a brotha needs....

is a woman that's down and around for me,

tell me when I'm on some bullshit when I can't even see it.

Remind a brother how destined he is for greatness.

Making it clear we can get there together.

Shameless when it comes to showing this young one love.

Be the dove to my stream.

You know you on the best team.

Show that you can be the chocolate syrup to my ice cream...sexy.

And no I'm not asking you to be swelling my melon.

At least not the one on my shoulders...

A woman, that when I go downtown

she taste like good home cooking.

Make me look up and say....good looking. :)

But wait, I'm being selfish with it.

Now I'm looking at you with tantalizing, teenage, tendencies.

And pleased to watch as our eyes-tune.

Feel the heart of me.

This bony thug's in harmony with the "V" shape your legs make when split in two.

The penetration sensations when my hips begin to THRUST.

You can feel the GUST of emotion.

Going in and out, smooth like the ocean...between your thighs.

And my butt tightens...

As my gaze heightens...

Staring into the windows of your soul

make a brother wanna lose control

and continue to solute you with my flagpole;

going for gold like an Olympic athlete

as we both compete to win in this marathon.

And trust son, when this rush done, I will BUST one!

And before my rocket fuel explodes into your myspace

dripping from your grace....

I'll bless your hole with so much soul you'll be in seizures.

Like the 2nd coming of Jesus!!

Put your mind in my hands

so I can masturbate a new beginning into existence.

Persistence is my ambition.

On the real...

My love for you has become almost as strong as a son for his mother.

As far as I'm concerned,

you can call me a motherfucker because

I'll treat you with the kind of respect the original queen of my life

that blessed this world with my presence,

so that when we get married that ring don't feel like a death sentence.

And maybe the crimes men have committed to your humanity

are plain insanity, changing on you like "Coin Star".

Because the truth is

that most men...

Would think receiving your love is a right,

but in hindsight, its a privilege.

And in one mistake can all be taken away with just cause.

Though this concept is a two-way street.

Maybe all this is just an example of what a brotha wants.

But what I'm trying to say is...you are what this brotha needs.

Abraham ''Honest Abe"' Benjamin © Copyright 2008 (Revised 2011)

Different Strokes (New Erotika)

Different Strokes (Alt Verse)

She said,

She said it was ok to stroke it while I watched her...

Gyrating jumbay hips have me working up a drip of sweat

from my brow,

wanting bad for a sip of her

and we ain't even started yet.

As I sit with hunger in my eyes

on the couch,

across from the bed;

taunting me while gutta thoughts

in the streets of my mind roamed,

no joke. nothing normal. This chick way 5 sec. away from catching some different strokes.

And I ain't talking bout no t.v. show

So she stares at me.

With eyes deeper than the mississippi river,

deeper than the grand canyon,

eyes that would make a brotha want to slide into her deeper....

than a african slave's bloodline.

I wanted her!

she asked, "You hard enough for me...?"

I replied, "My tip is hard enough to break cinder blocks!

Lets do this."

I, hanging out full and erect.

Her, from the sight, only wearing 4 inch heels, a smile and wet...

with anticipation,

as I got closer

Both of our phones off.

No distractions tonight.

My lips parted delvering rough mental strokes

poking her cerebelum making her "Lips" part...like the poetic Moses.

lyrical barbitchuetes;

Had to remind her I knew what tongues were made for.

And mine knew how to play double dutch with her clitoris.

And hop scotch with her walls.

after all the slurping, sucking, and licking from the 6 9 position,

she wanted me to treat that clean shaving cunt like a golf course.

So I grabbed my wood and went balls deep

till them juices creeped candy coating my shaft & sac

now asking to get some swift strokes from the back.

I'm like, "You sure you ready for that..? smh."

Then after given the ok,

the loco-motion thrusting begins,

feeling the tighter vice grip,

sliding schlong slippery in that slit.

Got me groaning out, ''OH SHIT!''

In the back of my mind

saying, I'll be damn if this cannon gone bust quick!

No, ain't way gone be 1 up.

But home girl threw it back at me so hard

left butt prints on my stomach.

I'd be lying by saying I ain't love it.

Scorpion phoenix soul in me,

rising to the occasion.

Animalistic, endangered species type

more potent than a brother fresh out of jail;

uterus numbing loving.

And riding me so well...

my dick would need Ginkoba

to remember its suppose to cum at some point.

Thats how I feel it should be between lovers.

Almost everyday of the week.

Guess its just different strokes,

for different folks,

Peace. Till next time we ''meat''.

Like the Isley Brothers,

''When me make love, between the sheets.''

Abraham ''Honest Abe"' Benjamin © Copyright 2011

Its About Love (Working title. May change and a W.I.P.)

Understand, me wanting to show you

how much my aura is burning to make your soul cum

the essence of our grandparents love.

Squirt the knowledge all down my erect mental shaft.

Leave the sticky remenance of how a man should rapture your being as a whole...

Goddess, that "teach me" how to love song by Musiq was written about us.

I can talk all the shit in world about sexual prowess,

conquering your lioness energy,

making discs in your spine quake from my back shots;

leaving back shocks, with these strokes of genious

I'm delivering.

But if there's no more than a animalistic connection...

you just getting the hack sex of

undeserving dick demons of past

fucked the shit out of you;

So is wanting more than filling the God given bowling ball holes of you so wrong...?

A Black Sunrise/Sacrifices of A Queen

I was youtubing, like most of us do...morning, noon, and night. (don't lie you know it. lol.) And thinking about Womens history month...with the chris & Rihanna drama and a friend who had relationship issues a while back. And what my sistas go through out there socially & entertainment wise. So I thought I'd share these two Poems in hope, to inspire to aspire. Its you month queens.  Abe got love for you. ;)

A BLACK SUNRISE

I've noticed your tear shocks of pain have 
become your tear shots in a glass to drink away the sorrow inside; 
And confiding in me might have been one of the best moves you've made 
cause it allowed me to comprise this poem making your ejaculated suffering fade away 

You deserve to feel like a beacon of light. 
That he can't help but see on a daily basis; 
a black sunrise who's face can't be denied, 
more than a salsberry steak thats only 
taken out the freezer at dinner time. 

Placing blame to feed the flame is the last thing I want to do 
But I'm sure your thinking something like, 
Put down that glass of shut up juice and speak to your woman 
Put out that stick of weed so your blind mind can see how unpleased your woman is. 
I'm not trying to hate on your man, but 
he should know better than to ignore his #1 fan. 
Abe wants you to know that you are a treasure that can't be buried in a chest of solitude. 
Your pain and suffering shouldn't have to be balled up in a silent chamber, and 
The agony in your soul and eyes shouldn't equal the thickness in your hips and your thighs. 

Though these issues you got with your man 
makes the quality time shakey,my words can be the peace 
to your minds sake psyche; as the bed quaking, mind shaking, love making 
seems to have died down now; 

You've told me he loves you, and 
I've been trying to take your word for it, without a doubt. 
The notion he don't like you...I fail to see the truth in. 
And now I find out your carrying his child, 
unplanned like a clog in a drain or a bullet to the brain, and was 
holding on to it like an old man with a cane. 

But the days go by...and now....you tell me its gone. 
I know the sudden loss of your miscarried child makes this 
liquid frustration bloody tears exposing fears that need comforting; 
I hear all the time the more things change, the more they stay the same. 
That's why its hard for me to fathom 
your being shook as if you were a common cold, 
thinking how can he be so bold with you. 
As though your feelings were insignificant slaves sold to white masters. 

And he maybe hurting too from this too common tragedy of nature, 
but needs to open his eyes to see the bigger picture of the situation; 
In your struggle regain conscious hindsight to equal the sum, of this fractioned relationship
the arguments have made u a little numb 

To tell the truth, I'm starting to get a bad contact high off the sticky-icky, 
tree smoking stress coming at you 
Your life right now shouldn't be a chain letter laced with pain weather 
clouding these sky's preventing your beautiful black sunrise. 

Testifying to me and the Gods above 
may have you mess around and recapture that good love that's 
slipping out your fingers so there is hope for the future; 
always remember your time on this earth is precious 
the infectious virus contaminating these still waters 
must be treated if this sacred essence can be revitalized 
you don't take shit, you make shit. 
So de-fertilize the unsanitary weeds spreading in your soil 
I'm here to help and keep the winter chills hitting you encounter feel so cold. 

The shine you embody can still circulate again 
and end these blood clots limiting the place above you belong. 
Be strong, and hold on to climb faith's ladder I've put in your sights 
ignore lighting that stick of dynamite of unfaithful deception 
his TV is on the right channel, but with bad reception. 

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This poem was dedicated to a good friend of mine, who's has been going through her own trials and tribulations in her relationship. Out of respect, I chose not to name her. She told me this did help a little and thanked me.

SACRIFICES OF A QUEEN

He smoked away your essence of innocence

with his loaded weapon of pleasure and pain;

most young girls shouldn't be victim to.

But that chain of pain in your closets past

doesn't define who you are;

Just an unfortunate sacrifice of a queen.

But I got love 4u. How could I not be a fan of you queen wordsmiths

that drop lyrical shard bombs that pierce minds hearts

to bleed awoken conscious realities.

You are the Lady sovereigns of literature,

queen mothers of nature

that have and will birth

the soothsayer tamed tangents

multiplied thoughts and subtracting 

fact from fiction,putting the dope in the diction;

freed from magnum tongue guns...Clint Eastwood can't handle.

Sacrifices you make and endure has

earned you wealth to your poor souls.

You keep it real like a God's gift to man essence dripped from the conscious skies above should. Preschool minded dudes should know how to treat a queen of your calibur. Spitting their dingalingo with 

a short sword

playing like they holding Excalibur.

I'm a king in my own right

will bow to no man...

but at the same time would drop to one knee 

only to kiss your hand queen.  

Some sistas I know could use the knowledge from knowing your pain to not fall in societies cracks and Jacking fast on some "Hustler's" penis.

Some sistas I know need your strength of character to lift the pressure weights of common man telling them they can't sing, swing on a pole, receive this back handed love, being the next rap video hoe can git you on top of this; 

But it jus lowers the level of their queendom. 

You deserve the gratifying treatment some queens of ancestors past 

devoured into your beings by true african kings. 

I'm disgusted at the false royalty that roam this kingdom. 

So, your majesty...if they lay a damning hand on your beauty...

I shall castrate his emotional nuttsack cause he has no real manhood!!

One majestic woman I know,I swear

was born with the back bone of Rosa parks dat refused the descrimination to break her spirit;

The undying will of harriet Tubman slave masters tried to kill that worked hard and made time to make me & my brothers a hot plate to not go hungry. Showing she loved us unconditionally.

Spoke words turning unconscious temples of ignorance into awoken treasure chest like Asata shakur,

even wit the profanity.

I admit, half my cussing vocabulary came from her.

And many more Goddesses that walk among us,

the poor souls which will receive solace from my spoken words.

Taalam said it best by

writing about, "WHAT YOU DESERVE"

I'm here to reinforce it.  

proving you are the back bone, jelly to the peanut butter on our toast, 

foundation to keep afloat the home us men call an existence and the pain that is a blessing to gift which is the curse to common man!!