h – Primal Pleasure II

Excellence is not a skill. It is an attitude. ~Ralph Marston

It is my primal pleasure
To thrive
To survive
To carry on
remain alive
But oh, like hell, “somebody” tried
To breed it out of me

That pleasure in seeking
To eating readymade earthly provision
That licking my fingers
To desire accomplished
       It is mine
But oh, like hell, “somebody” tried
To breed it out of me

That miracle of breathing in part-time creeds
And wrecked out religion
Purifying it with my blood
And blowing out new thoughts n’ decision

From believing in what is designed
To still my spirit and control my soul
With spells cast on paper promises
To changing its course with smoked out
Wicks, wax, and flames
The pleasure …   is all mine

To thrive
To survive
To carry on
remain alive
But oh, like hell, “somebody” tried
To breed it out of me

But today, I dance
Stopping in poses
That honor my root way
My long out-grown
kinky tresses,
half way up to my waist
dresses
showing out my
supple breasts
who hail to the fact that

That “somebody” failed.

©Copyright 2012 by InnaRae