SECOND TIME AROUND

First there was Prince…
His love was innocent and pristine
Honey-sweet
Natural and unblemished
It was fresh and untainted with
suspicious feelings from past hurts
His edges were smooth
He fit in without trying
He wasn’t the most handsome
but he was – Beautiful
We were each others

First blushed cheek
On the way to school

First saved bus seat
First butterfly flutter
First intimate eye contact
First kiss
First that and this
His remarkable wisdom formed my need
for a man with a great mind
He moved my behind
on the dance floor
His love was the best thing
only God’s was more
He lived in the Bowen Projects
Where there was a lot of violence

and gun play around him
He was in a harsh environment

but not a part of it
but still became its victim
I remember he once said that

He would be the next Dr. King
That he would take us to the next level

And let our freedom truly ring
I believed him
And then I got the call…

~ *~ ** ~* ~

And then there was Sultan
He was so phyne
Ooooh
Dayum he was phyne…
Athletic and strong
Could go all night long
Could turn no left
Or do no wrong
Cuz he made it so right
Up until that night
But I’ll get back to that later
We met in College
He was 2nd string quarterback for the Gators
Our shared major: Communications
Although he minored in Aviation Management
Cuz, like Kanye

He said he wanted to touch the sky
Oh my
The things that man used to say
Will forever haunt me in the good and the bad ways
A magnificent mind with a 3.9 GPA
He said education was an important tool
And that learning had to become fun
Being that his Grandma worked at his High School
She had raised him and his brother after
Their Mother’s untimely demise
His intellect was jagged and sublime
He was chivalrous
Well-mannered
and knew how to pray like a Minister
He contained an inner soul that yearned for a better way
but was dominated by a carnal spirit that was sinister
I always smiled when he took his cap off at the dinner table
An educated thug, Morris Chestnut smiling Dark Gable
Our chemistry together was fluid and aged
He was so funny
everywhere he went he needed a mic and a stage
He knew how to woo a lady with a few rose petals
a poem, and a bottle of fine wine
But sometimes he would be so angry inside
He was so resilient
He never cried
His only flaw was that he was so smart but at times highly unwise
He knew his future was bright if he stayed on the bright side
But he had a habit of detouring in dark alleys and low valleys that
could only be found in the Hood
So much potential fighting with conquered good
He was a visionary
Who wanted his own star
on the Walk of Fame in Hollywood
He couldn’t hug his future though
for reaching back for past ways
My lingering love
was raised in Miami-Dade
Liberty City to be exact
And a third of him never let go
and held true to that
He was fond of the Quran which teaches:
“Let the one who is entrusted discharge his trust,
(faithfully) and let him be afraid of Allah, his Lord.
And conceal not the evidence for he,
he who hides it, surely his heart is sinful.
And Allah is All-Knower of what you do.”
I now know this to be true
We even discussed that verse together
He understood what it meant but I don’t think it really got through
And when I got the call...
just like Prince’s 5 years before
I had to sit again in that pew and ask God the heart-rending “Whys?”
that only our culture affords
I’ve heard about these type traumas Black Women share
and I’ve read about it
and even seen it on the screen
But never in my life
never in my soul
– never twice

in my wildest dreams…

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

STEPCHILD

How hard it must be to be Bryant?
Fearful and aware after viewing OJ’s fall from White Grace
I too am a Black man who has exiled my people
I too have pledged marriage to a beautiful ‘token’ of assimilation
who can do everything a wife possibly can
- except -
understand this very struggle I live
on the days when it hits really hard
This existence –
It is one you have to be in order to ‘fully’ understand
For this reason, our scales will forever be off kilter
I rot internally from the imbalance
For, I do love her…
But in this home there is no remedy or relief from this pain
Except for my blue pills
On the days, I feel the sting of knowing of whom I belong
I take a blue pill
I must always be careful not to fall
For a bed of pointed, razor-sharp spikes await below
And my People are no longer holding the net
So to quell the caged rage within that wants to be freed
I take a blue pill
Blue pills numb the thought but never the pain
I take comfort in my Family, who love me, because they know me
They have the luxury of personally knowing more than just the Brand
But my People, this luxury they do not partake of
And most could care less
This I know, for I’ve found out in certain ways
In turn, I’ve chosen to fully conform to try to fill that much needed void
And on my best behaved days…
I win!
I win my most sought after prize
My façade is a success, and I get to feel it –
that acceptance, that complete feeling,

I BELONG!

But on the days when I am force fed the red pill - I know who I am
– I am a man who is invisible to his native people and a
stepchild to my natural predator

I Must NEVER Fall!

How hard it must be to be Bryant, Wayne, Tiger, Lionel, Michael, et al.

A Jew, a white among whites, can deny that he is a Jew, declaring himself a man among men. The Black cannot deny that he is black nor claim for himself an abstract, colorless humanity; he is Black. Thus he is driven to authenticity: insulted, enslaved, he raises himself up. He picks up the word "Black" ["Negro"] that they had thrown at him like a stone, He asserts his blackness, facing the White man, with pride.~ Jean-Paul Sartre

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

WE ARE ONE (Mi Familia)

We are hilarious and fun –
intelligent and dumb
Wise and foolish in our ways
We are predictable, timid, and frank
We are spiritually fortified, as we
encounter life roads that are dim, dark, and dank

We love Traditional Gospel music –
Praise and Worship best to evoke the Holy Spirit,
but we’ve been moving and grooving in with the Contemporary tide
We are mature and youthful in spirit in consensually understanding
we were bought at a price by our Big Brother who died

We are sometimes hard to love, but always worthy of the attempt
We are abundantly gifted, pseudo replicas, and bona fide jewels
Who have graduated and prematurely vacated Mid, High and Ivy schools
We are bonded, loving and loyal throughout our fluctuating heights of stability in class

We can cook with the best of ‘em in the kitchen and we whoop our children’s ass
We love to drink and party and “We never touch that stuff”
We are overly loving and attentive of our children but also shamefully neglectful
We love the Lord and serve Him with vigor all the way down to just enough

We’re seasoned freaks, who “candy lick” with Marvin Cease
And youthfully groove to Theodis Ealy’s “Stand up in It” jam
We love Hip-Hop, like a favorite younger sibling
And we chill with 70’s Soul, 80’s Grooves, and the 90’s Sex jams

We’re behind the pulpit, in the pews, and planted on The Block
We’re in Corporate America, prison, on probation, the military and working two jobs non-stop
We’re lovin’ our spouses, supporting our kids and keeping God first
Praying with and for us as we’re strong-held to alcohol, sex, green, and the coke that doesn’t quench a thirst

We’re pimpin’ our mates and getting taken for all we’ve got on Earth and above
We bring “beef” to Fish Friday’s causing disharmony in our love
We relinquish our last coin and hoard our fortune all to ourselves
We are breaking and rebuilding generational cursed former selves

We are the smiling blessed who shower the world with encouragement and praise
And we are the miserable haters who tear down and gossip to give worth to our days
We live comfortably in the Suburbs even though we’ve never left The Hood
We are so busy trying to get it done whether it’s for the betterment of the Kingdom or of no good

We are the ones who are lazy, who can dish it but can’t take it
We are so strong – we are weak, frail, and breaking
We’re for the most part peaceful unless one comes to harm
God be with the perpetrator who intentionally rings the alarm

We commune regularly and sing of our joy and pain
We’re coming to get us wherever we are whether sleet, snow or hurricane
We shimmy our stresses away on Ladies Night, and go broke for our baby’s birthday
We know love because of each other because it’s something we speak and don’t say

We vacation on the beaches of Myrtle and Ocean Isle even though we’ve never been anywhere before
We’re aspiring for greatness in the cities along the North and South Carolina shores
We’re walking the streets of Gold and walking the streets of the New Jerusalem
And were progressing in the “good life” like Kanye in the Black Mecca – “el Nuevo renacimiento de Harlem”

We’re musically inclined playing instruments in all five
We can sing like Whitney and put Luther and Pac to shame
We are dysfunctional and simultaneously the model of function
We are all one in the same

We are Family…

– We are One, singular not plural

Suggested read:
1 John 4:20-21
1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

THE MAKINGS OF ME

My Momma told me that she raised a Wife, not some boy’s “Baby Mama”
My Daddy told me that “I was Beautiful” – and to invest in real estate
My Godmother Lucille told me she loved me like it was the last time “every” visit
My 6th grade teacher Mrs. Ware told me that my writing ability was “special”
My Auntie Sis told me, with a wink, “Don’t let every boy stick his spoon in your stew”
My Auntie Clara told me, with a smile, that “God was grooming me” and that –
“I was going to be a ‘Great’ Woman someday”
My Uncle Mike told me that “I was a Queen” and that Royalty deserved nothing but the best
My Uncle Norwood told me that Family is sometimes difficult but “worthwhile”
My Sister Teacha told me, with a snap, “Don’t get a wet ass for nothing”
My Brother Junior told me that I was more than smart – “I was wise”
My Best Friend Chandra told me that I’ve always been “different”
My Bible told me about Life and that “God so loved me”
My Guardian Angel whispered after my 2nd attempt “Don’t walk out on the movie, just because you’re at the part that you don’t like”
I told myself after my near death car accident in ’05 that –
“I’m not ‘Great’ yet so Aunt Clara must be right…right…right…right…



Suggested read:
Proverbs 3:5-6


It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a God.” ~Francis Bacon, Sr.

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

THE VISIT

He was all she had…
her smile,
her treasured gift,
her joy and pride
And they want me to visit her home
and tell her that he died
They want me to verbally suffocate her spirit
and shatter her motherly heart
They want me to report of his untimely demise
and tear her world eternally apart
To rob her and rape her
of her joy for the rest of her days
In telling her that her favorite child,
her youngest son,
– died viciously–
on his 20th birthday

Suggested read:
Luke 18:1-8




I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, "Mother, what was war?" ~Eve Merriam

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

REMINISCENCE Jazz No. 9

I’m yearning right now for your forbidden fruit
That (¯ooh.dotsee.doo¯) sweetest taboo
We in a good mood,
Chillin’
just me and my dude
kissing and rubbing,
stroking and sucking
Honeymoon high lovin’
We wildin’ and buggin’
Doing one of your two favorite things
passionately fucking or
Making love to me
(¯twee-dot-dee-dot-daa.daa.daa¯)

Remember that?
(¯twee-dot-dee-dot-dee.ee.ee¯)

Huh baby?

You remember that –
(¯Baadaah.bah.bah.baaaa.bop¯)

Cuz I do…

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

THAT FEELING

I wasn't looking for Him amongst the crowd
But once I saw Him –
I couldn't take my eyes off of Him
And I got that feeling…
You know that feeling?
That vibrates a kinetic pulse along your nerve endings inserting Love
into all 5 doors of your senses
As we greeted,
Our eye contact was new, yet old, and familiar
Our handshake and overly-extended gaze confirmed our connection was mutually felt
As we mingled,
I could smell his lightly seductive scent
Like a wafting fragrant candle in the distance inviting me into its harmony
It enveloped me,
Like a cooling gentle breeze
I couldn't see it but I knew it was there
His voice was beating a jazzy drum solo upon my eardrums,
and I grooved to his intellectual beat
My mind's eye was intimately intrigued with Him, trusting and relaxed
I was attentive,
Like a student to a teacher who's lecturing a favorite subject
His physical form was eye candy sweet arousing my taste buds and awakening my salivary glands
Butterflies arose and fluttered in unison as he sat down beside me
His unintentional brush against my thigh transmitted a magnetic pull into my body that caused rapid fluctuations in my heart rhythm unbeknownst to me before
Pneumatic chemistry was emitted by our reciprocal flirtatious body language
At that moment,
All I knew of this stranger was his name
Yet I felt naturally comfortable treading in on unfamiliar territory
For that "still small voice" whispered and told me that Love could be found within Him
His presence made me aware that "this feeling" is not a given with all I encounter
We were meant…
Whether for a reason, a season or a lifetime
We were pre-written into each other's journeys by the Divine Author before we took our first step along the path
I was getting that limited edition supernatural feeling…
That yang to my yin balanced feeling
That forever and a decade in His presence special feelingThere it goes again...
Ooh, he just smiled at me exposing those dimples that aredeep enough to immerse all my "What if?" fears of the unknown in
Ooooooh yesI feel real good about this one
And I like this feeling…
And he –
He gives me that feeling


Suggested read:
1 John 4:7-16

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY

This morning I woke up feeling sooooooooo good
I embraced the feeling and blessed GOD in melodic praise for the honor and privilege
I did that stress-free yawn and stretch to the background music of a crackling back and popping toes
Mmmmmmm,
I felt like I’d reached towards the sky and turned on the sunlight and walked the moon home
My smile gleamed so brightly it reflected a kaleidoscope of color off the UNIVERSE
As my nerve endings tingled and tangoed with euphoria on the Streets of Gold
PEACE whispered in my ear and told my MIND, BODY and SOUL that
GOOD DAY was on his way over to spend some quality time with me
I was overjoyed and the timing was perfect
Being that WORRY finally took his ass home yesterday
I told his stressful self not to call on me – wait to be called
I arose and bathed in the wellspring of LIFE
And dried my body with the clouds
I had breakfast on the summit of Mount Olympus
A fresh fruit medley straight out of the Garden of Eden, minus the apples
And baptized my thirst with a cool glass of water from the River Jordan
New dress, new purse and shoes to adorn my form
No makeup and natural locks coupled with freshly manicured fingers and toes to enhance external beauty
I read the "good book" to nourish my inner
All mirrors bowed at my presence for having the distinct honor of displaying my reflection
For today, BEAUTY is my name
And I lovingly accept
Now, I feel even better!
Confidence exudes in my walk
Mentality of a Goddess
GOOD DAY has officially arrived and entered my realm
using the key I gave him long ago
When he visits I feel so blessed
Blessed with favor,
Like being kissed on the forehead by GOD himself
The experience doesn’t go unnoticed
I welcomed him in along with our friends, HAPPINESS and LOVE
They said they just had to see me
I embraced them
GOOD DAY gave me a hug that made me feel peaceful, yet powerful
I was so happy to see him because his last visit was many moons ago
I’d been hanging out with INSECURITY, DEPRESSION, STRESS and NEGATIVITY
They aren’t his type of crowd
I love his presence in my life because he always brings with him good company
Like FOUND MONEY, NO GUN SHOTS and PROGRESS
TEMPTATION called while we were enjoying each other trying to make me choose
But WISDOM sent a text message shortly after suggesting that I let it go unanswered
It was a bit challenging but I did it thanks to my girl SELF-ESTEEM
I just hope he doesn’t show up at my front door...


Suggested read:
Psalm 118:24
1 Corinthians 10:13

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

I’ve always been a star,
by far
the most sought after gem
Blessed at birth with
that iridescent beauty
most prized by men
Main attention
all with vision are held in suspension
As I walk in,
I don’t blend

I ascend

above the customary trend
Dimming mental candle lights I ignite
Possessing an inner light so bright
deemed a Goddess of Insight
In the night
I’m that star when you look up in the sky
that shines most bright
Outright,
the winner amongst the crowd
My presence alone floats him on a cloud
Of me he’s proud,
‘cuz I’m much more than a pretty face
I mentally stimulate and elevate
and encourage to advance our worldly place
His sexual soul mate
My love is more than he can take
My freak is a celestial trip
I’m so supreme Venus and Aphrodite ask me for tips
My genital kiss is the very definition of bliss
Ecstasy beyond comprehension
Causing him orgasms of erotic euphoria so dynamic,
it can’t be measured by textual description

As he’s reminiscing,
retrospect is lucid and convincing
So now, I’m what he’s missing...
For I hold his soul's attention
Not to mention,
his actions alone tell her
his heart belongs to me
I am…
“THE ONE”
his new interest hates to see
‘Cuz she fully understands,
“It ain’t where he’s at –

but “where he wants to be?”

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

SOLILOQUY: After 30

[My man, my husband, my soul mate, my Neo
I’m here – ready for you.
How much longer will I have to wait for you?]

Where is he?
Is he closer?
Will I meet him tomorrow?
Or do I know him today?

Am I desperate or just impatient?
Should I detest the wait or enjoy the journey?
Will he know me when our eyes meet?
Or will we need time to build our connection?

[Oh hell no! Even she can get a beau?]

She’s got a man, is she more deserving than me?
Even he’s got a man, hell, was that one mine?
Am I wrong for feeling envious?
Am I wrong for being jealous?

Do I need a man or just want one?
Am I feeling pressured by Society?
Does God hear my request or am I on mute?

[My friend Crystal just got engaged, and her ring is hot!
I know I should feel happy for her, and I do, but I also do not.]

Dang, when is it going to be my turn?
Should I just give up on love?
Or just give up on life?
Should I just give up on the hope of ever being someone’s wife?

Am I ugly?
Am I fat?
Am I too thin?
Am I going crazy?
Or is it because I’m crazy?

[I really like this guy, but he hasn’t returned my call since our date the other day
I could really see us being together, but I guess he didn’t see it that way.]

Am I too independent?
Or came off as too dependent?
Is it because I have a child?
Am I too old for him?
Or is it that I’m too young?
Am I too shy and didn’t talk enough?
Or was it that I am too outgoing and came on too strong?

Am I cursed?
Is it God’s will for me to remain single?
Can I be OK with that?
If it is his will, what have I done or not done to be deemed unworthy in his eyes of my Adam?

Hmmm?

Am I faithful or faithless?

[My man, my husband, my soul mate, my Neo
I’m here – ready for you, and over 30, too.
How ever much longer it will be…I’ll faithfully wait for you.]

*Suggested read
Hebrews 11

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

MR. GREENE

Uhm, excuse me, excuse me Miss…can you spare a dollar or some change?
Hey, how about you Mister…can you spare anythang?

Hey, hey you Miss Lady, hold on now - listen, my name is Maxwell Greene
And, uh…just like you in yo pretty bidness suit, I once had me a dream.
I was gonna be a big bidness man, selling handmade furniture, right here in this city
And look at me today on this bench, at 57, nothing more than a big pity.

Ya know, with the life I’ve lived, I be thinking back over my life some days
And for the life of me, young lady – I just don’t know where I went wrong for me to end up out here, this way.

See, my Uncle Joe was a carpenter, like Jesus, and when I was young he showed me how to build tables, and chairs with wood like this bench
But somehow I never got on the right foot to get my bidness started once I grew up and somehow lost all my good sense.

I know you don’t think much of me now, ‘cuz my teef all gone and my hair’s grown out and I needs me a good shave
But I tells you the truth Miss Lady, although you may not believe it, I used to look damn good back in the days

Shiiiitt, back in the 70’s, I used to hang out over across the way on 54th and Lincoln
Having my pick of the ladies, in my white Caddy, dressed to impress, smoking reefer and drinking

Back then, I was known as “Big Money” Greene around that way
I was a Hustler’s hustler running numbers, pushing ladies and caine, bringing in big cash every day
Hell, I was the man, ya know…uhm, a Baller, as you young people say

Yeah, l lived on the top of the street chain until that one day when my main man Roy introduced me to Smack
That bitch took me on a ride to Heaven, then Hell, then to outer space and back.
I lost everythang, including my Mama’s love and hope
My main broad Sheila told me to choose one day, and you know what, like a fool I chose the dope.
I was mighty low after that, going in and out of jail for stealing some of this and some of that
I binged out and almost died twice before getting that goddamn monkey off my back.

Around the mid 80’s, I got married and tried to do the right thing by my wife Geraldine She was about 6-months pregnant at that time with my youngest daughter Maxine

So for the first time, I got me a good job working as a UPS man
Delivering all types of boxes and letters in one of them big brown vans.

But I didn’t keep that job long see, ‘cuz of my side lady at the time, Sweet Pat
She and I used to get high on crack, from time to time, - it was casual, so I didn’t see nothing wrong with that.

Until one day, I went to her on my lunch break, ya know, just to take a little toke
Yeah, me and my Patty had a good ole time drinking and loving in a hotel room full of smoke

Ha, ha, yessuh - before long, it was after 4PM and I still had deliveries to make
So I rushed out the room and into the streets, speeding ‘cuz I was hella late.

And before I knowed it, out came this kid on a bike riding kinda slow
And I was high as a kite with semi-blurred sight and didn’t exactly see him, ya know.

I still don’t remember much about it, but I knew I wasn’t high after I saw that bike under my van all bent
And I had to pay for that child’s life with my own and haven’t been the same ever since

I did 20 years, hard time, in State prison, and I’ve been out 1 year to the day
And here I am sitting on this bench still wondering where I went wrong to end up out here, this way.

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

COINCIDENCE OR GOD?

Driving down Main as tears begin to release from my eyes
For I am overcome with hopeless emotion after looking upon the sign
That now reads at the corner BP, “Unleaded Gas 3.29”
Damn! I say – that’s 3 cents more than yesterday!
I can’t do this shit man, no matter how hard I try
My budget is tighter than brand new braids, so I pray up towards the sky

Dear God,
It’s me your daughter Tee, and I am now between a rock and hard place
Please hear my humble cry and shed on me your saving grace
‘Cuz Lord, right now I’m feeling hopeless, and my Faith is on “E” and so is my tank
All my bills haven’t been paid and I’ve only got $187 left in the bank
I need to pay my car insurance, my cell, DSL and go to the laundry mat
But I have to put some gas in my car and may not be able to do all of that
My son is growing like a weed and has outgrown both pairs of his shoes, and needs at least one new
But I need to fill my tank to get to work this week, and so I have to choose
And my daughter’s in the band and her instrument rental fee is due at the end of this week, and Lord you know I don’t got it
It will hurt my baby’s heart to the core if I tell her she has to quit because I can no longer afford it
I also need to buy groceries, because I’m almost out of food
But I need to have gas to get both of my children, back and forth to school
Father, you know my situation and that their fathers aren’t around to help lighten the load
Since one is in jail for the next 5 years and the other was shot and killed when my son was only 3-years-old
I’m working 2 jobs, and struggling without end and with guilt for missing out on my kids life
Now I’ve got to choose between buying gas to get to work or my family’s quality of life
I need you now Lord, like Smokie sings in the song
Because the cost of gas has thrown a wrench in my plan, to where I don’t know how I’ll get along
To fill my tank will cost me around 35 bucks or maybe even more
And Lord I need to do that, this and next week, so that’s what I’m asking you for
A supernatural blessing that only you can bring about for sure
Because your word says “Let your requests be made known to God” inside Philippians 4
So I’m asking you Lord, in Jesus name, please deliver a fuel blessing and I’ll manage the rest - Amen

I wiped my face dry, blew my nose and thanked God for what I believed that he would send
And just like that I heard my name being called over the air on the Gospel radio station
Saying that I needed to call within 30 minutes for I am the winner of the internet contest I’d entered for a $100 gas card to use at any Exxon gas station
Thank you God! *smile*

Suggested read:
1 John 5:14-15

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

An Ode to Good Dick

Hello friends and visitors, please accept my sincere apology if you are offended by my opinion below. I’m just expressing my current view on this type of sexuality. I’m not judging, I have two Sisters who are Lesbians whom I love dearly and accept their lifestyle decision. It’s all in lyrical fun. We cool? Good. Enjoy the read; I’m sure you’ll have a laugh or two. Thanks for visiting my Blog, please comment, subscribe and/or come again. ~Shenéa

Warning:

This poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

An Ode to Good Dick

Because of my devout love for “good” Dick and testosterone-filled sex with a man,
I’ve honestly tried to understand Lesbianism but Lord knows I just can’t

I mean, as good as Dick is – No!, let me say that again, AS GOOD AS DICK IS!
What spell could a chick be under? To accept a monotonous clit lick over the lightning and thunder?

Hell to the nawl, that style just ain’t for me to participate,
‘Cuz with every inch of the woman I am my vote will always be on getting Dicked-down to the fullest versus getting my pussy ate

Now don’t get me wrong, I like to mix in getting served with a vicious tongue during a session
But a chick just can’t put that masculinity into it – you know, that Alpha male aggression

See, I figure that most of these chicks haven’t been Dicked-down properly to the point where a Brutha leaves a Sista spent but delighted
Ignited, and righted by his passionate freak
Where she lay there mouth agape in a blissful sleep
Pussy throbbing and beaten swollen where she can feel the bulge between her legs
Whatever the hell he did wrong, is forgotten and not another freakin’ word about it will be said

I’m talking about that thug-nasty freak that DMX put on Taral in Belly, the movie
That Brutha had me crossing my legs and clenching while viewing – in my mind I was like freak me Nucca, Ooh Wee!

That’s what’s up with Dick, it’s a beautiful thang that ain’t never hurt nobody
Well then again, Alexyss did say that Dick is so good that “Dick WILL make you slap somebody.” LOL!

Girl, have you ever craved a Dick?
Or even been haunted by the loss of it after coming across some bullshit prick?

Have you ever been freaked so good that you just gave up the ghost beneath him and was reborn into ecstasy a slave to his rhythm?
Or had a Dick so bangin’ it reached the bottom of your pussy and you came like a porn star and finally knew what you were missing?

No? Well hang in there girl, life gets better after having good Dick in your life – Stay on the grind
Yes? Well high-five me, ‘cuz you like the Goddess , my Sista, have been turned out in your lifetime

Plus, you got’s to love giving head
That’s right, you heard what I said,
Call me a White-girl ‘cuz I LOVE giving head
Don’t be taken aback, remember, Dick is good and right
I’d rather suck a big dry Dick any day then to lick a wet, monthly-bleeding pussy on any night

Think about it?

That shit right there is for the birds
Because if nothing else detours the curiosity of lezzy-sex, that right there is the deal breaker and that’s my word!

So, for the sake of good Dick (and it is Oh, so good!), give Dick a try my femme and stud Sistas, OK?
That’s it!
I will even share the number of my good Dick friend Kelvin just to ensure the session will be the motherfreakin’ shiznit!

Yeah, yeah, I know…it is said that pussy and money rule the world and in many ways that is true

But a good Dick master like my Boi “Kellz” can damn sure control the woman that the pussy belongs to (I’m a witness –Hallelooyer!) so the controller of the world is really who?

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

SWEET LOVE SONG

The moment has arrived
I know this for the pulse between my thighs rings as if an alarm
I am ablaze within

His touch coupled with his dancing tongue is a fuel accelerant
His finger tips are guided heat-seeking missiles setting off landmines of bliss on spots where he alone is sovereign
His scent is an intoxicating breeze emitted from Heaven’s ebony male honeysuckle tree
He utters my name in a surround sound reverberating whisper
Ecstasy - I am now in water

Can I survive or will I drown?

I am shackled within his passion and he has swallowed the key
Freedom has deserted me and left me stranded on the isle of his bed

I refuse to S.O.S.

Mine eyes are a window to my yearning soul and I have no curtains to shield out the piercing sunshine of his gaze
For his gaze is a soul thief
I am beautifully violated by the mixture of our steaming sweat
His hard within my soft
His rough against my smooth
My yin intertwined in his yang

Our adhesive is eternal

Immortal love is welcomed in by our duet of moans
Shall we sing forever, my love?The audience within my body screams loudly, Encore, Encore!

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

MIND + BODY + SOUL = LOVE

When you ask me to love you
You ask me to open up a flood gate of emotion
An ocean of remembrance of ill past deeds done unto me

When you ask me
You ask me to trust you and to believe that hurt will never again tear through my flesh with its razor-like talons seeking to devour my trembling soul

You say you come to make me whole
To heal,
and to edify my being

Unseeing
You ask me to do this blindly
To put it all behind me and you in the front

This is what I want
For me to love and for you to love me
but the fear of the unknown is all encompassing

When you ask me to love you
You ask me to ignore my intuition,
cancel my suspicion,
and disable my inhibitions

Listen
To what it is that you are truly asking of me

You ask me to love infinity
So, I in turn consult the trinity – they that give power to love

My MIND, my BODY, and my SOUL

Now my soul, she calls you mate and simply adores you
My body says “he’s so sexy and has potential, let’s pursue”
But my mind, she’s a sharp one and weary on taking chances on this unstable entity called love

But all of the above have to agree
In order for me To be free - to LOVE

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

THIS WAY

I wish that it didn’t have to end this way
But I wished for it to cease
I wish that I didn’t have to see that look upon his face
A mixture of heartbreak and defeat
Bittersweet
This moment is for me
I’m relieved that it is finally over
Although I have no joy

I love him – but “in love” I am not
So this journey had to stop
Our priceless time spent now wasted in the wind
Because neither one of us wanted to say goodbye
To work it out we tried, in hindsight it was not God’s will
If so, we’d be together still

The thrill of love came and went as if in a rush
I must – be faithful and be content that it was meant
I’ve lost a potential life mate but hopefully retained a friend
Again I wish that it didn’t have to end – this way

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

THE L WORD

Damn this Brutha got me gone
Like something I’ve never known
I’m stoned!
That’s right; I’m high just off the entrance of his image in my mind
Divine – this man is SO
I don’t know – can’t put it all to words
It’s absurd, because I know him – but I don’t
Fear of the unknown tells me to abandon this – but I won’t
Because this passion endures, it is immortal and intertwined with my soul
Imprisoned – I am, and it is my warden
Refusing to release me until my will to fight the feeling is broken

As our new beginning unfolds, I’ll know then and only then if his heart for me is true
No need to question my own intentions because I want to be his everything
even if he says “I want to be nothing with you”

I feel out of control and I struggle to maintain my composure
As the vision of our lovemaking plays out it my mind – over, and over, and over
It is my favorite film with him as the leading man and I as the best supporting actress
A classic
Our performance together is a force to be reckoned with
A seamless entity we become where I don’t know where he stops and I begin

Incredible is what he is to me
Irreplaceable to him is what I aspire to be

I am consumed with the four-letter L-word
It is alive within me, ablaze, complex, and robust But the question I ponder at this very moment is “What am I actually feeling for this man – is it Love or is it Lust?”

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.