your face
starring at me
you
creeping up
running up
walking up
behind me
beside me
inside me
probing
seeking
tasting
everything
about me
in me
you
stay with me
from the moment
i start
to the moment
i finish
every night
in a flood
Dr. Cherie Ann Turpin
man thinks
about the size of his cock
i think
about that pondering
how a man wanting me
to think
about the size of the cock
of the man who wrote
about the smallness of another mans cock
while writing a tribute for another man
while fixating on me watching him and
wondering
what his cock feels like
Dr. Cherie Ann Turpin
you got me on repeat
part of the healing
healing needed now
because we bleed rivers
trigger spots inflamed
not my place to critique
myself or you on these wounds
as we are both on fire
running towards diesel
not my place to critique
you or myself on nerves exposed
as we are both sensualists
epicures of the erotic
wrapped in blankets of flames
caught up in the winds of distance
fed by cherry petals
carrying promises
whispers of sanguine nectar
epicures of the erotic
53 years
free spirited Black woman
through
decades of shaming
decades of gaslighting
for it yes
but
live long enough
you won’t care
just be concerned for
and have empathy for
others
not just yourself
but also
not without yourself.
Dr. Cherie Ann Turpin aka
free spirited Black woman
3 am message
changing towards
truth in existence
pain in such freedom
knowing
we free ourselves
as we accept
love
never too old to be kinky
never too educated to orgasm
never too respectable to admit a need
pandemics tend to forbid
even vibrators don’t satisfy a taste for sperm
or an urge to connect flesh against flesh
communal ecstasy thus eluding digital capture
i
am
chasing moonbeams at night
evading sunbeams at day
evading moonbeams at night
chasing sunbeams at day
until
i
awaken
