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Dickie and I

A poetic commentary on the tricky relationship between an insecure black man and his penis.
Dickie and I

Don Abdul (c)

I'm the fine gentle fella

It's the rude motherfucker

Yet it's adored despite its fault

Curiously, it seems that I am not

I see a girl across the room

My heart skips, then goes boom boom

This Cyclops only flashed a knowing smile

She walks by me, I politely say "hi"

It only gives a casual nod

Yet she pays me no heed

Flashed it a warm smile, laced with greed

I've seen it all before

It's too glaring to ignore

Though I'm handsome cute and all

It always stands tall

Over and above, in a contest for the heart of women

Of course I'm jealous, I'm only human

Pleading for a kiss I wring my hands 

Not so dickie, it makes demands

Holding our brains hostage, hers and mine

Yet it gets invited to dine and wine

Who'd begrudge the stiff, strong full glory

Of a thick black dick, throbbing nodding and curvy?

Firing up the passion of a Chocolate lover

Stroking em hard n sweet, stretching em down under

Stoking the fires of lust, setting passion ablaze so

Bestowing satisfaction that flavours the soul

Oh what a feeling, so nice so warm

Sealing orgasmic pacts with creamy cum

Even crestfallen, flaccid and deflated

After the fading of the loud ovation

It throws up confusion, fuelling frustration

Leaving me either way, to clear the mess that we both made

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