Marcus Poem by J.R. Kelly

Lethargic brain,
intermittent refrain.

Every spoken realization
tempts body's procreation.

Sight is proving thin
and inducing soul's sin.

Thumb print's touch
proves heaven is too much.

Blue pierces through eyes
evoking an abundance of misconstrued cries.

Fingers must seep through
the swollen pink hue

before my eyes roll behind
pleasuring genitalia's mind.


My structure requires yours
to successfully close my pores.

Skin envelopes your extension
requiring provocative stimulation.