In reality, sex hurts and continues to bring pain.
Perhaps one day i'll crash into someone who feels the same
then I'll cease to continue thinking
"This realm is lame."
Its time for a change.
I'm checkin out my chakras
learnin bout energy and
what makes my body tick
before I let anybody stick
I make sure my self is right
plus hair, body and breath gotta be tight.
In my dreams...
my mind continues to be enlightened
touch, taste and sight are hightened
free to be sensual, free to take flight
no one there causin me to feel fright
In reality...
Numb is the feeling betwixed my thighs.
Torn between bad sexual experiences,
dumb nigga tricks and unnessesary lies.
Writing poetry and music licks
Supplements my broken heart.
Scotch and funny cigarettes mend my broken parts.
Trying to forget those who dicked me uncaringly,
never speaking their names, giving them range,
or my energy.
"Am I Crazy?"
Nope neither strange nor derranged its just that this reality bites, so I don't mind goin to sleep at nite.
Cause if I wanna dream and conjure up some fun,
I can go to another realm and at least cum.
I can't do that in this reality
mentally
I think I broke my coochie
over the years freakin round wit all these goofies
Maybe the best thing for me is celebasy
or when I'm forty
hopefully i'll be a tantric sex yogi
built like a brick shithouse
badass like Pam Grier
Like Mrs. Robinson
givin mad experience,
so when they're wit a woman,
they'll make the right choices
Makin Men outta these boys in their twenties
like the armed forces.
Tina M. Howell
1998
Peace
P.S.... I wrote this before I found out what a Nocturnal Orgasm was.
