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I am brave like a knight

for not being afraid

to walk the streets at night.

My best friend “Corey White”

loves to wear white.

I prefer black because

white gets dirty early.

My other friend “Earle Lee”

is trying to accomplish his dreams

like he is Martin,

but my other friend “Lawrence”

resembles the celebrity “Larenz Tate”

and thinks negative like the charge of electrons.

Gotta get him to come outta his shell

like he is a valence electron.

The day that happens, that moment

would be shocking like electric.

My other friend “Carmen”

loves southpark and her favorite character

is Eric Cartman

because he is off the wall like Denis Rodman

and Carmen will defend for her friends like Pippen

and my Scottie dog as well come to my friends defense

like an American army in ww2 helping Russia.

Plus as man I have girlfriend, I am gentle with her and I never try to rush her.

In the morning with her hands, she feels my Woodie poking through my sweats

and now she feels horny

and the mood is intense like a setting in a erotic story.

I’m excited like Andy playing with my Woodie.

I pull out the sex toys

but she grabbing the head of my penis

screaming out “fuck me”

I am gentle with her as she catch the strokes.

Rub her breast and I lightly start to choke

her as I pick up the speed of my strokes.

Giving her a workout, I’m sweating and the sweat from my forehead drips

all the way down to my sweats.

Her legs up in the air

while I’m whispering in her ear,

talking dirty while giving up

full custody of my kids

and I felt like a shitty parent

for being an alcoholic

instead of taking care of my kids.

Now I know about 90% of you reading this are confused or felt like you wasted your time reading this. Well you are lucky because I was going to make a riddle where I was going to make you fill in the blanks lol

But anyways this poem is a short story of me describing my four friends, my dog, and my girlfriend.

With my four friends and my dog, I’m either using a double entendre describing either their personality or their interest in things. With my girlfriend, I’m describing our sex scene between us using double entendres.

Now the way you must read this poem, every line connects with the line before and the line after one way or another but that’s on you to figure out. 🤔🤔

What is a Double Entendre

A double entendre is a literary device that can be defined as a phrase or a figure of speech that might have multiple senses, interpretations, or two different meanings, or which might be understood in two different ways.

Some examples of a double entendre

1)”My girlfriend knows not to ask me for a penny since I’m broke so a sniff of my cologne is the only way she will get a scent from me.

What does this mean? Scent means smell but as well scent and cent has the same sound so since I don’t have a penny maybe she can sniff my cologne because thats how she can get a scent from me. Remember a ” scent” and a “cent” is pronounced using the same sound.

2)”I told my girlfriend that salad is healthy so I will always eat it and I will never toss it.”

What does this mean? I love salad and salad is healthy so I’m talking about how I will never toss it in the garbage and as well I’m talking about how I will never eat my girlfriend’s ass all in the same line. Remember, toss the salad means to eat ass.

3)”My girlfriend wanna play tag but I am too tired and full to chase her since I just drank some hard liquor without a chaser.”

What does this mean? I just drank some liquor straight without a chaser. I didn’t add no pepsi, tropical juice which are examples of chasers. So the hard liquor got me drunk faster and I become to dizzy and sluggish to play tag and chase her. Remember the keywords “chase” and her” are only 1 syllable so I combined them and together made a 2 syllable word “chaser” .

4)”My girlfriend battle raps but I told her not to battle Remy Ma because Remy Ma will end my girlfriend’s career like Ja Rule’s and Remy Ma is willing to destroy it for only 50 cent

What does this mean? Remy Ma will destroy my girlfriend in a battle rap competition for only 50 cent. I use “50 cent” on purpose because 50 cent is all the money Remy Ma needs to battle and 50 cent is the rapper that destroyed Ja Rules career. Remember 50 cent in this line is refereed to as money and as a rapper.

Okay so now that you know what a double entendre is, re read the poem below slowly and see if you can make the connections.

I am brave like a knight

for not being afraid

to walk the streets at night.

My best friend “Corey White”

loves to wear white.

I prefer black because

white gets dirty early.

My other friend “Earle Lee”

is trying to accomplish his dreams

like he is Martin

but my other friend “Lawrence”

resembles the celebrity Larenz Tate

and thinks negative like the charge of electrons.

Gotta get him to come outta his shell

like he is a valence electron.

The day that happens, that moment

would be shocking like electric.

My other friend “Carmen”

loves southpark and her favorite character

is Eric Cartman

because he is off the wall like Denis Rodman

and Carmen will defend for her friends like Pippen

and my Scottie dog as well come to my friends defense

like an American army in ww2 helping Russia.

Plus as man I have girlfriend, I am gentle with her and I never try to rush her.

In the morning with her hands,she feels my Woodie poking through my sweats

and now she feels horny

and the mood is intense like a setting in a erotic story.

I’m excited like Andy playing with my Woodie.

I pull out the sex toys

but she grabbing the head of my penis

screaming out “fuck me”

I am gentle with her as she catch the strokes.

Rub her breast and I lightly start to choke

her as I pick up the speed of my strokes.

Giving her a workout I’m sweating and the sweat from my forehead drips

all the way down to my sweats.

Her legs up in the air

while I’m whispering in her ear,

talking dirty while giving up

full custody of my kids

and I felt like a shitty parent

for being an alcoholic

instead of taking care of my kids

Can you figure out what I mean by this line

“talking dirty while giving up

full custody of my kids

and I felt like a shitty parent

for being an alcoholic

instead of taking care of my kids”

This might be the most difficult line in the poem so comment below and tell me if you know what this means. I give you a hint, you might to use urban dictionary to figure the line out. If you figure it out, comment below what it means!

Also, for those of you that are lost and still don’t have a clue, just leave me a comment saying you need help and on my next post, I will upload a sound cloud recording break down this poem line by line.

For those of you that are double entendre experts lol, write me a difficult double entendre in the comment section for me to figure out 😎

Have A Good Night And Please Rate This Poem

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I Am In Love With My Seductive Next Door Neighbor (Part 1)

I want to thank one of my followers and her name is Rakkelle and she is an extremely talented writer and she talks about topics that are very relatable to most life experiences and she is very passionate about her blog and it looks very professional. So when you get a chance if you don’t know her, you should give her blog a visit. Rakkelle gave me this idea when she commented on one of my post “Watch “Soul Food Season 2 Episode 20 This Must Be Love” on YouTube“. So I am grateful for her comment she provided in the comment section.

A dream or nightmare I can’t distinguish.

Confusing as the semen is leaking.

These erotic images keep appearing.

Practicing intense fuck sessions

but yet what is the lesson?

I’m happily married is what I believe

until I see her and she sees me.

When I say her, I’m talking about my neighbor.

Lust is a motherfucka and I’m a sucka

for lust.

Blind towards true love,

and borderline of breaking trust

like a tinted window.

Cum stains on the pillow

irritates wifey for neglecting her needs.

She see’s right through my excuses.

Me being exhausted, she not having it.

She suggest that we seek counseling

but I know what the problem is.

My wifey is no longer attractive.

The weight gain on her belly

is atrocious.

The stretch mark on the back

of her neck is prominent.

She is physically not the woman

I fell in love with

In which makes me jealous

of my sexy ass neighbors punk ass 5ft5 husband.

Jealously make my cum shots explosive

like a erupting kilauea volcano.

For months straight jerking off

on my polyester sheets and pillows

is the absence of good hardcore fucking

for the past 3 months straight

and plus my wife got rid of the spice channels.

She hates it when I watch porno.

Now, I fell in love with wifey because of the blowjobs.

My cum she swallows more than

a new employee at a correctional facility

retaining information from the warden.

My kids were more than the average women

can chew, but wifey just swallows every drop

like a restroom hand dryer.

But years ago when I first met wifey

she was so much sexier.

The curves, the softness, ivory skin, eyes metallic,

the bond between us, shit the average person

could see how cohesive it was between us.

She made me come outta my shell

like a valence electron

since my thinking was negative like

the charge of electrons.

That was a few years back

and now the sex is wack.

The mood is mundane in the bedroom.

Our sex life is doomed

but I take full responsibility

because till this day my wifey try her hardest to please me

but swallowing my cum bucket of kids

don’t mean shit after she swallows it

because her stomach fat is still visible.

And last night she got the nerve to ask me

to take her shirt off since she was hot.

I immediately lost the hardness on my cock.

I lied and I told her I was getting nauseous.

She asked me

What the issue,

you don’t fuck me like you use to

you don’t kiss me like you use to

you don’t caress me in public like you use too

you be ignoring my naughty text messages,

you refuse when I offer you back massages,

you stop asking ask for blowjobs,

I have to beg you just to finger pop,

I have to beg you to lick the cherry,

and you haven’t wrote me poems lately.

I am your lady and even though

I love you for you and sex is not the most important thing,

in marriage sex is still a priority.

I miss how you use to stroke me roughly,

I miss how you use to pull my hair,

I miss you how you use fuck me into tears,

I remember at least 2 or 3 times you fucked me

and you wouldn’t stop until the neighbors would hear

to make them jealous.

But ever since the old neighbors moved out

and the new neighbors moved in,

I noticed a difference.

You look at Brittany(The sexy next door neighbor)

the same way you use to look at me,

You smile at Brittany

the same way you use to smile at me.

I know she just moved in but

how do you act way more friendly

with her

than with your own wifey?

I want you to explain that shit to me

I know that I gained weight

but I’m trying babe to lose it

but I travel a lot during the week

and it’s for me

to find something healthy to eat.

You know I had to cancel my gym membership

to pay for my parents funeral.

Do you know what it’s like knowing

you parents died in a car accident,

the agony is beyond real.

The thoughts in my head are so unreal.

I have a lot going on and your all that I

have left and I miss how things

between us use to be.

Sexual tension and energy between us

no longer exist and each of the memories

vanish in thin air like marijuana smoke.

I miss how the tip

use to bang against my tonsils.

I miss the choke

but now I feel like my life is suffocating

and the pressure is getting stronger.

Why do you insist on treating your wife like

a stranger?

Tell me why you don’t find me attractive

no more

and I’ll try my best to fix it?

I tried to hold back my laughter but I couldn’t.

I had to cover up my honesty and told her

that “Honey it’s not you,

I’m just not feeling you…….

wait shit lol, I meant well, well.”

Lol she saw right through the bullshit.

She sucked her teeth then just hopped in the bed

and fell fast asleep.

The fucked up part was that I didn’t feel bad.

to be honest, I didn’t give fuck.

DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

1) Do you think wifey should seek counseling to save her marriage, or should she get a divorce?

2) If you had one word to describe wifey, what would say about her?

3) After reading this, do you think sex is a priority in a relationship?

4) In part 2, do you think the main character will have an affair with Brittany?

5) Is weight gain a good reason to stop having sex with your spouse?

6) Is being exhausted a good excuse for not wanting to have sex or is that a weak ass excuse and people need to learn to overcome their sleepiness since sex is a priority?

7) Give me an example of a double entendre I provided in this story?

8) How important is physical attraction in a marriage?

9) After you answer number 8, let’s say after being married for some time and you start losing the interest and physical attraction towards you spouse, will you make excuses to avoid having sex?

10) Now vice versa, let’s say your spouse lost interest in you physically, how would that make you feel, do you think that your spouse no longer being attracted to you is a good reason to not want to have sex with you, how long is going too long with out sex in marriage, and if you and your spouse both acknowledge that the marriage is a sexless one do you think professional help is necessary?

11) To maintain a good healthy sexual relationship, is oral sex necessary ?

If you have the time, I encourage all bloggers to leave a comment answering the most difficult question out of the 11 questions . If you are a blogger that’s running out of content to blog about, I encourage you to make a post answering all of the 11 questions I provided and and link it back to this post and I will reblog that post on my blog giving you a shout out and in addition I will reblog a post on your blog explaining my interest for your post and blog. I might make a whole series out of this and write all the way up to part 28. Instead of writing random poetry, I think I might just focus on this story and complete this by August. It is going to be a lot of thinking and late nights but if you really enjoyed reading this, than I might consider doing that.

Part 2 will be coming shorty

I am going to try and take blogging to the next level. I wrote so many poems and I think I deserve my recognition so I am definitely looking to connect with more people on social media so I am going to provide a few links to check out. Hell maybe one day after Avengers End Game comes out in May, I use a profile pic of my real identity lol but who knows.

Wattpad

Instagram

For bloggers that are looking to make connections meet people, you can start with me lol

Here is my About Me page and leave a comment and I will follow you back.

For bloggers that been following me, supporting me and leaving comments, from time to time I am going to through your posts and pick a favorite one of mine and reblog it explaining why I like it so much. Give me time though because I have such other things going on in life. Please forgive me for the spelling mistakes because I wrote this quick because I had to get my car fixed lol.

How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie(Part 2)

Before you read this, I highly recommend you ready How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie first. I share my very personal thoughts in poetry format cut and dry and I don’t give a fuck. Through out this poem, I will have some sentences in bold in this poem because those are the quotes that are most powerful lessons that I learned

I can write for days

while you observe

the pain on my face.

Plus I’m poor

like a report card

with bad grades.

“Myself, I choose to isolate

and use to do it

to keep my heart safe

but it just increased the rage

and I write poetry to release frustration.

to keep my head straight.”

I can snap at any given time

and space

and I’m sure some of you can relate.

I mean how much can a muthfucka take?

It’s sad when you ain’t

comfortable at your home base.

I zone out and stare off into space

wishing somebody else can take my place.

I use to wonder why I never had so many dates?

As I got older, I was like fuck a date,

paying for sex was the way.

For those of you that follow me,

I mentioned this in so many ways.

So many ways I can express my hate.

I hate a person that always thinks he/she right.

Thinking their opinion only matters in life.

I hate a person that’s tight

with money in their hand.

“I know people that will help a stranger

before a family member

or friend.

Loyal to the wrong person

until they are betrayed

and now back to family

they complaining expressing their hurt

and this is how life works,

the ones that don’t have it like that

will give you their last

and the ones that got it like that

are tight with it.”

It hurts because money rules the world.

I said over and over

“Loyalty push to the side when the price is right

and it been like this

way before Bob Barker’s time.”

Judas betrayed Jesus

for 30 silver pieces

way way before social media existed.

“Performing miracles isn’t impressive

because money is the real magic.”

Mind is playing tricks

falling victim to the devil’s wish

selling him your body and soul

and you just became his trick

and he pimps

you out to be worldly.

“Is worshiping God boring?

If the answer is yes

is this the reason

why more people go to hell then heaven?

How can we make worshiping God more exciting?”

Excitement comes three times,

when the dick is hard,

when the pussy is wet,

and when money involved.

Its an addiction we can’t stop.

If money was promised

to every person

that go to church on Sunday,

more people would be worshiping God.

Wouldn’t you agree?

See how this is fake pretending?

People only around to seek cheese

until you speak up and say no.

Behind your back

they make fun of the way you speak

after they take your money.

A few post back I said

“Same niggas they say

“Money over pussy”

put

“Pussy over family””.

Mothers out there fucking their son’s

right hand man to receive money in their hand.

Some mothers fuck for free.

If one of my friends

fucked my mother he dying for free.

“But I don’t have friends,

I have family.

So another words,

never trust a friend

because they can never be family.”

Friends are temporary like the temp agency.

We chase the wrong ones,

chasing the popularity.

“As a kid in high school,

was told talking to bitches

was what make you popular

because niggas want bitches

and bitches want niggas

that are popular

and being around fine bitches

is what make niggas popular.”

“High school is popularity chasing and chasing

something is a full time job

which is time consuming

and chasing too hard for something

will get you nothing”.

“Chasing too hard for something

will have trying

to pretend to be someone you not”.

It will make you look eve more corny.

Like a comedian trying to hard to be funny?

“Sometimes good things will come naturally

but we hate patience with a passion

and this destroys us spiritually

and we disconnect with God

and feel empty

like being in a relationship with somebody

w/o the chemistry.

But we get comfortable in solitary

so avoiding communicating

leads to cheating

and looking over your shoulder

to make sure you don’t get caught.

But we just students and bad experience

is the teacher but some students

don’t listen

so we try avoiding

getting caught

but being lucky isn’t guaranteed”

I will reiterate that

“Sometimes good things will come naturally

but we hate patience with a passion

and this destroys us spiritually

and we disconnect with God

and feel empty

like being in a relationship with somebody

w/o the chemistry.

But we get comfortable in solitary

so avoiding communicating

leads to cheating

and looking over your shoulder

to make sure you don’t get caught.

But we just students and bad experience

is the teacher but some students

don’t listen

so we try avoiding

getting caught

but being lucky isn’t guaranteed”

What is guaranteed?

Taxes, death

but what else is left?

Never guaranteed life

but we guaranteed

we will die the moment

you planted inside a woman.

Not guarantee to see life

some cells never make out the vagina

Some lives die inside but did God do those lives a favor?

Life is not sweet like candy

you’ll either will learn this now or later.

Either way it don’t matter

because I’m still bitter.

This is more than a long poem

I’m expressing true life emotions

and I’m doing ya a favor. I

tell the cold hard truth

and the amount of people that lie

you’ll see that the crowd is wide

like an angle that’s obtuse.

Lies we get so use to

we don’t believe it

when we actually meet a person

that tells the truth.

My poetry might not be great

but it speaks the truth

even if it embarrasses my personality.

So much to say

I have alot to say

I can write for days

while you observe the pain on my face.

My hidden emotions is my excuse

to how I became a talent poet

and I can tell a life story better than fresh prince

But what happens after I finish telling my life experiences?

So my question is, will I have another poem left in me

after this get uploaded?

I will upload a part 3 and maybe a part 4 .

The Pleasure In My Dark Soul

Pay attention
From the heart and soul
I wrote this,
and this poem
by far is the deepest.
Relationship is a test.
A heartbreak is the lesson.
Body needs rest.
Mind has questions.
Heart split into pieces
and each piece
scattered like roaches
in the kitchen
when the lights come one.
Was you prepared for
this lesson on the day
you was born?
I say about 40% of you
reading this are probably
still heartbroken.
Pain we don’t choose
but yet how the fuck
do we accept it?
Ever wonder what was
go through Toni Braxton’s
mind when she wrote
“Breath Again” or
“Another Sad Song”
or Marry J Blige
when she wrote
“I’m going down”.
It’s all a trend.
When you get a chance
give these songs a listen.
What it feels like
to be heartbroken? Broken like egg shells
and going through withdrawals.
Trapped underwater
and it felt like forever.
I couldn’t hold my breath any longer.
Still drowning but occasionally resurface
to be pushed further
into heartache.
A responsibility evaded
will make a dream faded
like a college kid being
told “You ain’t Michael Jordan
so become a janitor”.
It’s like telling your great-grandmother
your too old for romance.
Criticism is constant
and people blame and say
you were being stupid
and get over it.
Those same people are
the biggest hypocrites
when they suffering life problems
because they will call you and
expect you to listen.
It’s a division
between your
mind and heart,
making you bewildered
like figuring out where to
start
when cleaning a messy room.
Pain is intense
like a woman wearing
too much perfume.
Bride and groom
is part of God’s Plan
am I right?
Why is something that is very precious
such a tough fight
like a baby is teething and you trying
to put the baby to sleep at night.
How much is a diamond worth?
What’s more precious,
jewelry or a child’s birth?
Cash corrupts loyalty
and expose greed and jealously.
Misery makes me overwhelmed.
All the shit I been through.
Stress sticking to my mind like glue.
I need relaxation
like a couple on a cruise.
Like soup,
I need something that heals
since stress is like a toxic person
right behind me on my heels.
Life is real and it kills
like cancer.
Stress moves around
like a dancer?
Am I in danger?
I feel like Simba
during the stampede.
My heart breaks
and for years it bleeds
like a girl on her period.
Stress rushes me like
adrenaline.
Ain’t nothing different.
Every day same shit
until death takes me home.
To me pain is historic
like a Maya Angelou poem.
In a world full of thieves
and loyalty made me naive
and oblivious to disloyalty.
Loyalty pushed to the side
like a chick
that’s only purpose to
satisfy’s a niggas dick.
Money and pussy
bullies loyalty
until it no longer has meaning.
An abuse kid with scar and bruises
from beatings
is a mental feeling
when your a slave to loyalty.
So broken
need more flowers
than fried chicken
and place them in the kitchen.
I’m my own hero to the rescue
and I need rest too.
Like A McDonald’s public restroom,
the heart is vacant
and I plan find a way
to keep it occupied.
Reminding myself that my heart scraed
and I should no longer be terrified.
But all I do is tell myself lies.
A heavy load like a man without
ejaculation.
For four weeks,
carrying boulders on my shoulders
for weeks.
Was told complaining was for the weak.
I believe I won’t last long like a man
not having sex in weeks.
Face is wet like pussy
and body is sick and infected
from eating raw meat.
Sleepy,but still writing
because this poem
was calling me.
Words and sentences blending
with a unique style of rhyming.
Lightbulb over my head.
A good feeling like getting some head,
Sparking a light,
so my poem can shine
which excites like a family
welcoming a new-born baby.
But yet, I am here
fighting off habits that are shady.
Gossip and laziness, I’m trying to
detach from my vocabulary.
This poem has mixed feelings
and restore like dental fillings.
Being broken will turn me loose
like a screw or a baby tooth.
“They say heartbreak is short distance
but it feels like long distance
Around the corner
but a week we converse
only a few minutes.
Decrease in the amount of time we spend.
I pretend that I have strength
until the length of me without you extends.
I can’t no longer be more than a friend.”
This is what I think to myself
wishing I was the one that broke your heart
instead of you breaking mine.
Sometimes the thing we humans
hate most is time.
It’s short and never stop
and we struggle to keep up.
So now reaction to my depression
lead me on the roof of a building
Is suicide the objective?
Good question
On a mission like America soldiers
seeking weapons of mass destruction.
I am insatiable for declining
to treasure the rainbow.
Life hard like erections
sometimes I wonder If
Death > > depression?
Phone becomes dry like a desert
and it get worst since you thirst.
Only hear notifications when an email arises,
just waiting for a call or text message
and yet receive nothing.
Do I feel abandoned?
I began to question
Lack of attention is the center
of my attention.
Heartbreak will make you different.
Instead of committing suicide,
I pretend I’m immortal.
I can be untouchable.
Every girl I talk to,
I smile in her face
but my mind says fuck you.
Turn into a player
and break hearts and crumble
them like potato chips.
I don’t give a shit.
Fuck human nature
because it’s too much pressure
wanting to be accepted and liked.
Be making you confused about your identity
like a transvestite.
Fuck a wife and worry about my life
is my motto.
Self-confidence will shoot through the roof
faster than I ever imagined.
I play my strengths to their weakness
like Eve in the Garden
manipulated by the serpent.
A serpent or demon
whatever you wanna call it,
I’m still a savage.
Poison disguised as medicine.
Prince charming
with a soul of a demon.
Fuck forgiveness,
revenge is the mission
through divine intoxication.
Logic or emotion.
Thinking of drinking love potion
while trying to stay focus.
Different choices
determines the outcome of a situation.
An immediate reaction
lead to decisions or using mindful
techniques to determine my destiny.
But still Feeling blue like the child
of Beyoncé.
I’m going “Halfway crazy”
Like Musiq.
Practicing baptism by affusion
Is similar feeling after I got my heartbroken.
I am now born again.

Please read Suicidal Thoughts/In Case Tomorrow Not Promised as well and that is another very deep poem that I may plan to read at an open mic.

1) How relatable is this poem to you?

2) What was your favorite line in this poem?

3) What was the darkest line in this poem?

4) By reading this poem, what was going through your mind?

5) One question that has nothing to do with this poem but summarize in a sentence on how are you different from other bloggers!

Also please listen to “Another Sad Song”, “Breathe Again” by Toni Braxton

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Listen to “I’m going down” by Mary J blige

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Listen to “Halfway Crazy” by Musiq.

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Poetry Battle Part 3

This is a poetry battle and comment below who you think won the battle. 2 rounds of poetic lines in a seductive, romance, and erotic way.

Round 1:                                                                                  Asia’s verse                                                                            

Just letting you know I was thinking about you today. 
Thought to myself, I can’t wait til he says “hey”. 
Is it crazy that I still feel butterflies inside? Is it also crazy that I want to constantly ” feel” you inside? 
David how do you do it, I gotta get to the bottom of this 😏. The way you make me feel, I just want to experience your kiss. 
Not only the lust but, it’s the responsibility towards me you show. That I observe and appreciate multiple times in a row.
I accept the challenge you present to me, I see it no other way according to my dreams.
It’s you I desire, to be with you I aspire. 
So in case you wanted to know how I really feel, that’s just the tip of the iceberg babe for real 😉.

Andrae’s Verse 

Glad you was thinking about me and I was thinking about you too.

You definitly turn me on and that’s the truth.

I can show you my hard dick right now if you need proof.

I give you butterflies and you want to know how I do it. 

Well I first kiss your lips and have you feel the magic.

Then explore your breast with my tounge and they’re massive.

After a while I get aggressive and start kissing your neck 
to make you wet
So I can prepare you for the best sex.

Taking care of you is my responsibility 
and you are my number 1 priority.

I want to get you in my bed to make you dizzy.

Serve you with acholic drink 
to make you a little tipsy.

When the Ciroc settles in, could you do a dance for me?

Because I think your so seductive
and I am addictive.

You have me attach to you like a magnet 

So you tell me, how did you do it?
What is you special sercet?

Round 2:                                                                                   Asia’s Verse:

I know it’s been a while, I’ve been taking a hiatus,
But only because I wanted to choose my words wisely to tell you this. 
Here’s a quick story about a guy I know, 
No he’s not make believe, you won’t find him on any tv show. 
He’s smooth as silk and as real as gold,
Has the most gentle hands that I always love to hold.
He’s the first person I hear from when I wake up and the last person I give a goodnight kiss before I sleep. 
I get excited when he’s the same person just as real life when he appears in my dreams. 
He’s my favorite man you see besides my dad of course, but, knowing my dad he’d be happy about that as long as we stay on course. 
He has a smile like I’ve never seen and a laugh that could not be replicated. I love how when we’re together things are never complicated. 
Because of this, I grow happy inside. You caught me, yeah, I rather not lie. 
The deeper I go with him, the sweeter it gets. Spoiled, I want what I want.  Sometimes it’s hard to stop, reminding me of my childhood days when I used to eat push pops. 
He’s my favorite man you see, I tried to explain. Now hoping you accept my compliments in this, let’s celebrate with champagne.

Andrae’s Verse:

God damn
I can’t pretend
Definitely wanna be more than your friend
Can’t believe you send this to me.
who ever this guy is, 
he reminds me of me.
I do appear in women’s dream.
I’m sweeter than ice tea.
You’ll shall see.
But I keep reappearing in this woman’s dream.
I am like  her guardian angel with wings.
Middle name is Michael so I think the man you talking about is me.
I plan for us to be together forever 
You can be my Cinderella 
and life evil like the step sisters.
I will rescue you and we can live happily ever after.
Let’s move to an area with nice weather 
all year around without 
no natural disaster.
I feel like I’m in space like an astronaut and we can play together 
in space like math blaster. 
It’s about smiles and laughter.
I’m forever clever and I can set the mood whenever.
I dress more smooth then Steve Harvey.
I’m not  two faced like Harvey.
What you see is what you get.
When things get broken, just step over the dent.
So I’m here to help you to forget about the dent in your broken heart.
Will you be with me until beats in the middle of my chest stops?

This verse below is not part of the battle this is just an extra 

When I’m up 2 something my mind is clear like a glass of water
and smooth like hair moisture.
But I’m confused acting like there’s nothing do when I have studying to do.
But right now I rather have food
But I rather be alone because I dislike groups 
but I love to recite words in groups 
When I recite a poem, I wonder which one I should choose.
The time is way passed due.
You wanna know how I’m confused,
I’m outta of this world so that’s the clue 
and my brain is weak like paper on paper attached with the stick glue.
Want my brain to be strong like paper on paper attached from a stapler.
I want to be more popular then Kobe Bryant at the staple center.
I’m a dominant center like Shaquile oneal
and I have better observation skills then April Oneal.
But I love slow like a turtle 
and have a temper like Raphael.
I should lead like Leonardo or Captin America
and become your avenger


1) Who won round 1, Asia or Andrae?

2) Who won round 2, Asia or Andrae?

3) Cam you tell me which line out of all the poems has a double entendre?

Solve This Riddle And Fill In The Blanks 

I wanted to do something different with this poem unlike all my others poems.  I don’t know if anybody are into riddles or solving puzzles but for those of you that are into riddles or solving puzzles , if your interested, then see if you can solve my puzzle to complete this poem.

The coke is white like the  snow
I’m a drug addict and my ❤ is cold
Caine had me feeling 1)______________.
It’s an addiction that kept me 2)____________.
until the cops arrested me
without no type of warning
So in the back of the cop car
I became more and more 3)____________.
but could you blame me?
Two hours later in the holding cell
I no longer had a bad attitude.
I became more and more 4)_____________.
when I had to use the bathroom
because of the lack of privacy.
I know the germs on the tier are spreading
because my cellmate keep sneezing.
I told him to stop rubbing his nose
because it will make him more 5)_____________.
I don’t trust nobody around me
and even though I’m  6)______________.
I must stay up all night so nobody
will shank me or rape me.
The lights are now out and I can barely see.
 I use a lighter to get more light so
I can see my reflection in the mirror.
 Under the jurisdiction of the 7)_________(department of corrections) ,
I am now a prisoner
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I want you to fill in the blanks and complete the poem and you have 3 days to complete this poem with the answers for each of the seven blanks. For the following that complete this poem with the correct answers, I will personally write a post in poetry format congratulating  and complimenting you.

Leave a comment with the answers and my next post I will post up the answers to this poem and give a shoutout to whoever was able to fill in the blanks with the correct words to complete the poem.

Hint: The first line of this poem is a double entendre. If you don’t understand the first line then you can not complete the poem. If you are lost or confuse then leave a comment and I’ll try my best to guide you.

The Use Of Double Entendre

You cried  like   cyclops
bitch made was in your genes
I’m a feared giant
for being ruthless
 thanks to my traits
I inherited from  Poseidon
Put you in the wave
Join the others
I’m a killer
My heart is big
like  whales,
but known to be salty
like water
and throw you over
the bridge into the ocean.
I have a plan in motion
that’s smooth like lotion.
Seduce you and make
you drink my potion
to get you poisoned.
I’m more deadly than
a cobra snake
but ironically
I hate snakes
that can’t keep
their tounges in their mouth.
I was taught to stay quiet like a mouse
and over time I got obsessed with cheese.
but I rarely eat cheese
I try to avoid constipation
and never been the one
to take shit from anybody,
unless it’s money.
So words to advice
don’t mess with me.

This was a poem of double entendres.  Alot of words having two different meanings like Snake, Cyclops,Cheese Killer,Wave.

If you don’t understand this poem then comment below and I will break it down for you. 

Give the poem a chance and try and understand it