“Mind F___”

Mind F***”” Written By Khalilah Yasmin © 2008

As I reach to my wrist and I check my pulse for beat,

I’m listening to the echoes of your voices and then you speak.

You speak to my ears but it arrives at my mind.

And internally I beg you to do it one more time.

As I reach for my inhaler, to catch my breath,

I’m feenin for your touch, like I’m an addict to meth.

Your words travel thru me, as if they entered thru my vein

Hypnotized with desire, my mind, thru my body, going insane.

As I reach, for your hand, and my chest slowly heaves,

I desire you to come closer and my body says “please”.

You look at me, and talk to my brain, in tongues,

Your language of seduction is awaking the numb.

The numb places in my body, I thought had lost feeling

Thru my mind, your mind has given me some type of healing.

With your eyes you grab me, with your lips you suck,

AS I reach for your hand, we began to “MIND FUCK”.

You throw me around in places, and make me so sore,

To your cerebellum I’m some type of whore.

Yet I scream for MORE, as you tell me to be patient,

Orgasmic neurons travel and I hope that they make it.

I’m listening to the echoes of your voice and then you speak.

As I reach to my wrist and I check my pulse for a beat.

You speak to my ears but it arrives at my mind.

As we mentally FUCK, and our minds intertwine.

One thought on ““Mind F___”

  1. There I was, just checking your page for one of your old poems and ran across this.

    Whew! Am I sweating while reading these words? The hottest fucking there is starts with the mind. And this poem nails it perfectly.

    Great stuff. Now my mind needs to take a cold shower. Lol.

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