It's Pronounced Quintin

Mind,Heart,and Penis

Cerebral thoughts.

Organized.

Structured.

Multi-tiered.

These are the thoughts that come from the mind.

They are logical.

They make sense.

They wont get you in any shit you cant handle.

Because they are thought through.

Emotion-filled.

Dramatic.

Painful more times than you would like.

These are the thoughts that come from the eart.

They guide our love lives.

Govern our emotions.

Illogical.

Uncontrollable.

They have the potential to get you into shit you cant handle as well.

I like what she has in them jeans.

In that shirt.

Would you put it in your mouth?

Oh yeah?

How far?

Let me hit that.

Need I explain where these thoughts come from?

X ratred.

Often overwhelming.

Definitely troublesome.

But pleasureful.

Well…most of the times.

The “one track mind logic when it comes to men is a misconcetion.

At least it is in this case.

My thoughts originate from three different sources-

Mind,heart, and penis

Grown and Sexy

Get in my belly.

That’s all you have to say.

Yeah.

Let me know you want it deep.

Okay.

Lets get it.

Got you all wet from sexting,

Yeah, I’m smooth with my words.

But wait til i get you alone,

You’ll see that I’m a man of my word.

Get in my belly.

That’s all you have to say

My Bitch

She’s my bitch,

My horny little bitch.

I call her my bitch with THE most amount of endearment possible.

It’s a loving term in the special relationship we have.

And she accepts it.

Loves it.

Says i’m the only man who’s bitch she’ll ever be.

Because she loves me.

Loves me more than she could ever love.

That’s why she’s my bitch.

Conflicted Love

You think loving someone is hard?

Try loving three people.

The one you’re supposed to love,

The one you can’t help but love,

And the one you’ll always love.

The one you’re supposed to love has your heart simply for the fact that she is supposed to.

You love her without hesitation,

Without thinking about it.

Because she’s yours to love.

The one you can’t help but love has earned your heart.

Owns a piece of it because she will and has done any and everything for you.

So you love her.

Cherish her.

Want for her.

The one you’ll always love has that permanent spot in your heart.

No other will replace her.

Make you feel like she did.

Hurt you but STILL be the apple of your eye.

She was your first love.

Your TRUE love.

When its all said and done

You can only love one

And the one you are with is just fine with you.

Because you love her.

Your heart is just conflicted…

Conflicted because you love three women.

We Still Love You

This one goes out to the dark skinned women out there.

From the ladies shaded like milk chocolate,

To the ones as dark as coffee with no cream.

Be your hair natural or relaxed

Short as shit or long as fuck.

Big ol booty or flat pancake buns.

We still love you.

And by WE I mean us REAL niggas.

To hell with all the dudes who aren’t checking for you

Just because of that rich brown skin of yours.

Fuck them.

What does the shade of your skin have to do with your worth?

With the love in your heart?

NOTHING.

Yet there are men out there that wont give you the time of day.

Like I said earlier,

Fuck them.

We still love you.

Your strength.

Your character.

Your realness.

You are loved.

Thinking of Her

I’ll shower her.

With love.

With affecion.

With gifts.

Her, and no other.

Because she has my heart.

She IS my heart.

The love of no other will suffice.

My love will be her rock.

Sturdy.

Unwavering.

Unmoveable.

Like a mountain.

KIlamanjaro.

I am her’s.

She is mine.

And that’s all we need

Each other

I Cry

I cry.

Yeah, I’ll admit it,

I cry.

All the time.

The tears I shed just fall on the inside.

You can not see my pain.

My anguish.

My tears.

They fall from my soul and shake my very being.

I cry.

And the tears won’t stop.

They fall from my heart like a severe thunder storm of emotion.

The forecast calls for downpours every day.

So I cry.

Change

It’s needed.

We all pray for it.

Ask for it.

Demand if.

But we’re afraid of it.

Frightened of what will happen.

Not ready for things to differentiate from the norm.

When will we take a chance and accept it.

Like I stated in the first line of this poem

It’s needed.

The time has come for it.

We must be ready.

Willing.

Accepting.

I Hold it Down

First name-geodude.

Last name-elmers

I am the rock of this family.

I hold shit together.

Strong in every way that counts.

Depenndable.

Reliable.

Who else would you possibly need to count on?

No one.

I’m here.

Superman without the cape.

No “s” on my chest

I’ve got tattoos for all that.

Yeah…I’m the man

Distance

So close

Yet so far

Too far.

We’re kept apart

Far from each other

Like Michael Strahan’s two front teeth.

Distant from one another.

The distance causes pain.

Pain in my heart that beats for you.

Pain in my mind that think only of you.

Pain in my arms that long to hold you.

This distance is slowly killing me.