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...?

Brooklyn's Lost Son album update and release date

Peace my people,

Hey. Just touching base. And giving a early heads up. My album (BROOKLYN'S LOST SON: Prelude to Road 2 Redemption) production is getting closer to completion. With the release party slated for Sunday July 10th. (With a back up date just in case on tab) In Brooklyn. The location, still being locked in. I'll provide more details when available and off. facebook invite. If your around, near and/or willing to trek out to make it, I applaud and humbly thank you in advance. If you can't, for whatever reason, send love and pray for its success. Send some one on your behalf if be the case. I'll understand.

thank you for the support & listening

Honest Abe

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Freak Nasty (NYC), BK's Lost Son Album prod. update, and The D N A Project

Peace my people,

I hope this day and week has been a blessed one for you and yours with positivity and productivity. Let the almighty and universe help guide you to prosperity and solace. I realize some you may/may not be located pretty far away to make it to most of my events. But will keep you posted from time to time bout my going ons.

WHATS BEEN HAPPENING...

FREAK NASTY!! (NYC EDITION)

For the first time ever, I've been, recruted, lol. To feature at one of the hottest erotic poetry events in the tristate area! Freak Nasty! (May 26th, 2011) An interactive poetry base event with some of the best gutter mouth and minded spoken word artists NY has to offer! Which also includes music, a fashion show, naked body painted models (male & female) and not to mention one hell of an after party. lol. :-)

There will be two shows on this night:

(1) Early Show: Doors open @6pm

(I have physical tix for this show reply to this email FMI or click just below the ticket to purchase)

Freak Nasty Early show (6pm)

1 Freak Nasty Ticket $20.00 2 Freak Nasty Tickets $40.00 3 Freak Nasty Tickets $60.00

ALBUM UPDATE

Had a banger studio session this past Wednesday afternoon! Knocked out another track for BK's lost son album. Thats about 2 and 1/2 joints done so far. Looking for it to be ready in time for early summer (July is the projected time frame). The guest stars that have come through (even some of the surprise sit in ones in the studio) have lived up to there greatness that I wanted). There is a piece called, S.O.S. (Sons of Society). With a great writer/poet named Essence. Which is one of the next ones on tab to knock out. And believe me when I tell ya...its been a ride so far with this project. we bout to make some more magic happen on wax in the booth this week. Trust. Be ready for "Brooklyn's Lost Son" coming to venue, :) and a retailer near you. B-)

Oh. If I haven't mentioned it before, I've recently been looking over some album cover concepts that were done by my brother for me. Still deciding which to use as an official cover. Feel like I'm pretty close in maing the final cut. If I stay stuck on that, I still might need some feedback/input from you to decide. Now wouldn't that be something..?! YOU may get to help me decide what the official cover will be!! And wait till you see what the back looks like. :o)

As soon as I confirm some new gigs I'm working out, the show schedule will be a bit heavier then it is right now.

More have been added none the less recently check it on the bottom.

Bare with me my people.

THE DNA PROJECT

The Werdsman & Honest Abe are The D.N.A Project (The David and Abraham Project)

Debut Album Release Date:TBA

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Unlocked Thought of the day: Thank the almighty (also if spiritual and not an atheist) and universe for offering you a clean slate. And they will thank you back karmically with positive vibes/energy toward your progress.

Updated show schedule below.

Better weather has come and stay safe!! Summer is almost here! thanks again for all your support. :o)

-Honest Abe

Thoughts of a Proximity Mine in my chest

I haven't felt love the way a heart should.

The most cherished organ in the body.

Yet sometimes, feeling special is not common.

Alien to a universe of flesh,

cemented in an aging solar system of blood;

its gets hard to breath

when vessels clog,

from mankind killing me with chimeny tongues.

The life spans of my breathren

is no less precious,

but there is no longevity for a gift like me.

to dwell on depression from this borrowed existence.

Depression leads to false hope.

False hope leads to no hope,

and with out it faith is never born.

How can life for a nucleus of mamals

thrive with no support...

too many give up on the importance of

keeping me healthy,

when the truth is, with no me

the soul is on life support.

Me and the spirit must be

in unison of chakras;

my funeral is only 5 minutes away

from 2nd thoughts

so mind me so I can matter more.

There should be no excuse

why inanament objects supposedly

warm me with hot coal feelings

within winter night memories.

Too many reasons,

why a schitzo tone is conjured inside me

exploding 10 billion crimson tomorrows and yesterdays

at the same time!

If happiness is mathmatic,

I need a tutor to help find the right formula.

So sadness & pain stay my distant relatives...

Someone save the sanity of this

sorry sucker for security solace;

unlike Bill Withers,

I may not have anyone left to lean on

or do you have selective hearing..?

-Abraham ''Honest Abe"' Benjamin © Copyright 2011