Marcellus Davis Jr


Lessons - Poem by Marcellus Davis Jr

For a schoolboy at the record hop,
downing spike Kool-Aid, my eyes
do booty study’s, belly rubbing

to James Brown, scrunching
hips dip ‘til that tight skirt split!

You, smile at my gymnastic physique
long, dark, thick, buffed. I chose
to taste your full lip grace, Angel
.
I owe you to myself, lust flows
through the marrow, of my conk!

You know I want your fine ass, don’t you?

At fifteen I boast, hard as ready to bust
you nineteen took me up
in that nude rooms equation,
the sum of our chemistry

rounded off,
two equals one everyday

you’d slip me into––intro
to anatomies flesh,
the middle of your gravity!

I knew wasn’t no book
gonna open up like you girl!

I should ‘a been at Jefferson High
in English class, so that right now!
I’d know where to stick a comma in my poetry!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013


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