Vagina Chronicles

it's something like this....

a personality between my knees, but the only difference is that she has a mind of her own
even when I'm not aroused and feeling sexual, she's always in the mood
walking around with her is like walking around with my emotions
I can play hard and rough all I want to, but in the end I know that I'm a soft rose

entering into her gates is like a death trap if your intentions aren't right
must I continue to remind the men of the modern day world that she and my heart are connected
no matter what the circumstance, I feel as though she's my enemy at times
why must I have to carry around a target that all heterosexual males fall prey to

sometimes, I wish my vagina could be replaced with my heart,
therefore I would have my heart in two places
a man wouldn't have any other choice but to love me, because my vagina wouldn't be there
but thinking realistically, I know why God gave me my gift and curse
my gift to give life, and life more abundantly
my curse to give pleasure in ways a hand or mouth can not give

why must I think this way, so eccentric and blunt
but, the truth is told that my vagina is definitely separate from my heart and mind,
and yet they all tie in with one another
maybe I'm thinking too much into it,
maybe I'm not thinking enough at all
but, it seems to me that all women have gone through this, some going back and forth

don't get me wrong, I like sex just like the next one
but since when has sex been everything
must have my vagina parading with how I dress, act, or talk
seems as though the people are attracted to the raw energy of a sexual expressive individual
and yet, I don't like walking around speaking those vagina stories
in response to the wetness that falls from my thighs to knees, I'm sick of vagina...
rescue me, please......

this vagina chronicle of mine is a constant cycle, having a constant cycle
emotionally, she speaks the truth
the thighs don't lie, neither does she

physically, she speaks the truth
the thighs don't lie, neither does she

my vagina chronicles ties in with the fact that I'm more than just my vagina,
I'm an intelligent human being with goals, morals, and standards
but I can't ask a man to think the way I do, because most of the time,
he's thinking between his knees, meeting my vagina half way,
thinking of what's in between mine

.....Vagina Chronicles...

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

A Secret Spoken

my thighs used to tell lies,
now they speak the truth
my nipples instantly become erect when I think of you
can't believe that I'm thinking these kinds of thoughts
should be ashamed of myself considering our mutual connection
however, when I view that sexy body, I'm overly amazed

it's something about your smile that sends tingles down my spine
not a crush, only admiration
wanting so bad to taste your honey, brown sugar love
knowing that I would get hooked, and stay that way

wanting to be addicted, addicted to you
my eyes and mind play games when you're in my presence
creating short films of us passionately,
always giggling before I get a chance to speak

oooooo, it's something about your demeanor
so educated, intellectual, and driven
yes, oh yes, I'll always be a fan of your personality

can't you see,
can't you see sweetheart of the things that I dream?
lust takes over me to the highest extreme
why?
it must be because they is something about you,
something about you that my insides cream
dripping from panties like a faucet,
wanting you to make me scream....

yes, oh yes, my secret has spoken

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

KoKaine Love

the sniff of the powder, is like the sniff of your cologne
so sexy and indeed powerful, I'm speechless when you're around me

a swag so different, others try to imitate your style
only difference is they can't match your inner mystery and the unique demeanor of your grace
I have to say, looking for another of your type will be hard to find
like a secret admirer, I find it a joy of mine to watch you in action...

addicted like a drug addict,
my thoughts are evermore high when I'm placed in the essence of your personality
shy, but not cautious
seen, but not flashy
wish some could take what you do into consideration, but they won't

something different, yet something fly
milky skin with the sexy eyes
that YO YO YO has got me hypnotized
can't even lie, the KoKaine Love is the fantasy in which I fantasize....

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

The Love Within the Writing

speaking my soul in the depths of the pen and pad,
I'm careful of the words that I choose to express how I feel
understanding my works is something that you have never misused,
only taking it in like the breath of life, living off of the passion which is most evident

others may not think that what I have done is unique or something
"just a poem," they might say
but you see deeper than that
unveiling the inner most thoughts and secrets of my heart
a dedication of my soul, a piece of me given to you
I despise when you read your life to spectators
for they don't understand what I understand when your deliver your craft
honestly, I'm hurt at the idea of you sharing your artistry with anyone but me

opening my tears, unlocking my diary
keep in mind that I'm a sensitive artist, even more sensitive about my works
breaking me down in a poetic form, my inspiration lies within you

the love within the writing is you feeling me when I'm feeling you in my poetry
not wanting anything else but you,
the love within
the talent embracing, please oh please don't leave me
artistically I feed off of your energy
causing me to be weak at my knees
climaxing at the highest peak,
listening to me dramatically read my love for you within
I'm speechless....again

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Celibacy Thing

the thought of my kitty not being scratched is something that once bothered me,
but yet, I definitely can distinguish my vagina from a hole in the wall

decided that I'm worth more than just a fuck
decided that I wanted a man to see me as the blessing that I am
no need for me to walk around with sex in my walk unless I wanted to be perceived that way
I believe that this celibacy thing will work

don't get me wrong,
every woman has a little freak in her system,
but every man in town doesn't have to know
kind of thinking that it's time for me to keep that treasure box for a man in love with me

understanding that I am a sexual being, sex is something that my body craves
but my mind craves intellect and education
my heart craves the same love and attention that I give out
my eyes crave the sight of a man belonging to just me
I crave the satisfaction that I am more than just a piece of meat

since my body is the temple of Christ,
I want to present my body to him as a living sacrifice,
not some sex tool for the next man and definitely not a playground for AIDs or HIV

this celibacy thing here, is just right for me....

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Tears From His Eyes

laying across the bed, feeling lonely and lost
the very existence of their relationship seems to be based on a lie
trying his best to keep it all in, it's hard to hide the heartbreak he's enduring
his very soul and mind, tied with his heart has guided him along the way
scared that he won't be able to love again, he hides behind a slight smile
even though his emotions are screaming for love within,
society teaches the man to never show those emotions,
but I say, cry if it allows you to let go of the pains and struggles of your past
especially if it's for the darkness of false pretenses, coming to the light

laid across his pillow, he refuses to let her see him like that
almost as if the angel of death had come in to sit at the foot of the bed
all he wanted was for her to tell the truth, because he had always been honest with her
it seemed as though his tears didn't phase her, no sympathy for the pain and wounded
not understanding why it happened, he knows that he has to move on
although, most men find it better to fix unfixable problems instead of carrying on
tell him that he will be loved again
tell him that he can love again

never understood why women always mistreat the good men
I guess it's because our hearts are more damaged than we think
the tears from his eyes let him know that....he needs a better love, again....

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Ice Cold Breeze

....PULL IT!
....PULL IT!
stomping the ground at full force, the sound of the whistle is loud and clear
hearing him pull that train a mile away
it is evident that the untamed gorilla is coming through
wearing OLD GOLD and BLACK so proudly,
he is finely dressed in a Black suit and Gold tie,
style so sexy and exclusive
only a pharaoh could make it look as good as it does

bringing an Ice Cold Breeze my way as he passes,
my mind is blown away at his swagger and presence

the Eqyptian tales of his beginning opens my thoughts to newness
with such a stern look on his face, the ape instinct kicks in

it's something sexy about his demeanor
speaking of no challenge being too hard for him
speaking of no situation being too tough,
he's intimidated by no one, for he's a king in his own way

pulling through the crowd,
that Α Φ Α is shown stamped on his chest and arms
eyes telling many stories of his journey
distinction in his voice that could stop a crowd
gorilla sounds coming from left and right,
the jewels within his personality are evident now, more than before
again, sending those chills up the spine and down the breasts
it's clear that he's not like the rest
oh no, he's an Alpha man......just the absolute best

the founding grounds of the elite
imitators fall at his feet
he is the Ice Cold Breeze, dare not to ever be approached with defeat

Ice Cold Breeze

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ButterKream and Karamel Flavored (NUPE Edition)

something sweet to my taste, something exciting to my body
I just love the way he karries himself, so smooth and brand new

swagger, immakulate
attitude, priceless
he's special in such a way that keeps my attention
the temperature rises and my heart skips beats when he's around
I get so kaught up in the moment when I see him
skin reminding me of my favorite butterscotch kream kandy,
golden like honey, thick like karamel

his sex appeal is ridiculous, konstantly taking my mind to new heights
his high maintenance behavior is nothing queer, only sharp
the haircut is always fresh with waves rippling through his scalp
well manicured face and full lips start off my imagination
I kan never forget his sexy smelling kolonge and sexy smile and wink,
to top it off, he wears his green NUPE shirt so sexy
yes, oh yes he's the ButterKream Flavored Kappa

used to have something against men his komplexion,
koming in the shades of a kreamy white to a light toffy

but he's opened my eyes to something different
don't think I won't go back after what he's given me
knowing his inner mystery, his Krimson makes me Kream
kan't get enough of him, just want to bask in everything that he is

the ButterKream, Karamel Flavored Nupe, delivering those Krimson blues


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The Nupe

he unwraps the treat without even thinking
kontinues to keep his conversation going as I'm looking
dress in khakis and fitted dress shirt,
I find his taste of klothing to be exceptional
but even more admiring his konversation
he's intelligent, definitely not the stereotype of the streets
walks with his head high, never looking down
he makes it a point to stare another man in his eyes when greeting,
holding a firm handshake, not budging at all
it seems as though nothing intimidates him, not even I

he's not interested in my outer beauty,
only kurious about my heart and mind
he asks questions. he draws konclusions. he asks around.
the seriousness in him is sexy,
even though I don't make it a chore to point it out
I'm kareful not to offend him,
but at the same time it seems as though he's judging
he's observing always because he wants to be aware of his surroundings
keeping his circle small, and the female kontact even smaller
kreated a tight-knit bond with the brotherhood,
although his identity lies in HIM

down to earth kind of fellow, but all about business
sure, he kan shimmey like the rest of them, but pleasure is after hours
he makes it known that he's a Nupe, nothing more and nothing less
strictly konfidential, he knows how to keep his lips sealed
his discretion isn't frowned upon, although I kan't quite read him
the mystique kills me, but it draws me near him

he's a man of God first, definitely a man of Kappa Alpha Psi in the end
in the strides of his walk, each step konfirms of his authority
kontinuing to meditate with that peppermint kandy, he makes his moves
making sure that he's always the polished diamond, kut to precision
I admire the man that he is, never to questionned
pride himself on knowing that he's the greatest
son of Diggs, product of his environment
he's the kind of man that you will always see excelling

makes it a priority to leave the khildish things behind him
why?
because he's a man the understands transition, growth, and development
proudly wearing that Krimson and Kream, the Nupe in him is evident



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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved