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
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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