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Hear Me Roar

'Less Traveled the Road' by Sylvester S. Wright

By I AM. Master of ArtsPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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16 X 20 OIL PAINTING WITH LIGHT ACRYLIC PAINT 'BEAUTIFUL CHAOTIC CREATION' by Sylvester S. Wright 

Listen, you can say what you want about me just as long as you don’t get on this here poetry. Can you feel these words addictive like crack? Heroin to your veins, actually heroin to your brains? These words that fill my soul when all else fails, that move my blindness from Braille. I wield the mightiest sword known to man...the steel? No the pen or the pencil, like the edge of shut doors and window sills, like picture stills.

Baby for real, I am the real deal. After me, there is none who can fill these size twelve and a half’s. My words have swollen until my pen has lost control and has burst like lungs with too much air. Like a skunk sprays its funk I fill the air. Can you feel me there? Can you hear me, dear? Let me slide something nice and hard yet soft and wet in your ear. Let me make your mind cum, fuck the body. Let me make your soul explode in multitudes of joy. Oh boy!

Where my body may fail you, where my tricks may not overwhelm you, allow my mind to astound you, and all else will be but a distant memory as if from a past love. Let me be the last thing you think of when you sleep, breathe me in deep. Allow my mental endowment between the lips on your chin. Let me have mental intercourse beyond all you can comprehend.

My only mission to take you higher, no to take you beyond that where there is no existence, and yes I will be persistent. Offer me all your resistance. Let me break your walls. Let me show you love in a different, uncorrupted way. Fuck my size and how I can be divine between your thighs. Let me touch your mind leaving our bodies so far behind that we exist outside of time. I promise never to fail you, my words will never derail you, they will always be true, and do the things they say they will do.

Oh, you want to kiss my lips? No, let me kiss your mind and watch how much deeper, how much sweeter it can be bringing tears of joy you deserve. Let my mental tongue elevate your soul high, so high that heaven is beneath you. These words I speak true. Listen beautiful, to hell with the body let’s see what our minds can do. Let my eternal journey be your explosion. Your essence losing composition, listen allow me access to the depth of your stress beyond and past your cervix. Now that we’re done was it worth it?

Hear me roar.

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I AM. Master of Arts

I love all forms of art and hope to create a master piece in each one before I die. I'm an alumni of Ashford University, double BA in Psychology & Sociology & MA in Psychology. The art of thinking is the most appealing thing to me.

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