Positive Mark Erotic

A Rhyme Writer’s Erotic Flex

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Anarcha Westcott was a young Black girl enslaved in Alabama. After a traumatic childbirth, she developed vaginal and rectal fistulas, a condition that left her in constant pain and shame.

Instead of receiving care, she was experimented on over 30 times by Dr. J. Marion Sims, who operated on her without anesthesia. He used her body to develop a surgery that would later be used to treat white women, with pain relief, dignity, and consent.

Anarcha didn’t agree to any of it. She wasn’t a patient. She was a victim of medical violence.

Today, she is finally being remembered, not as a statistic, but as one of the true Mothers of Modern Gynecology, alongside Lucy and Betsey.

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My Religion

by Positive Mark

Tell me what you’d do if I was as scarce as you?

Not returning phone calls.

Never coming through.

Always talking rude to you.

Never using tact.

Having the audacity to talk behind your back.

You said you want to settle, but you’re still out acting wild.

A grown-up ass & titties, yet your mind is like a child’s.

The stimulation lingers from the raven in your eyes.

The irritation lingers ‘cause you’re always telling lies.

Now here I am, a grown ass man, who’s tryna go legit’.

I keep on meeting chicks like you, who’s fine, but ain’t worth shit.

I tried to pay you homage, but your mind is so confused.

Perhaps you’re just my karma for the nice girls I misused.

Love is my religion, but I worship gods of war.

I’d love to have a Queen to serve, but no patience for whores.

Imagine I was just like you, and years ago, I was.

These days, I’m like a bleeding heart,

and you ain’t got the gauze.

Positive Mark (@positivemark)

Sing by Positive Mark May all your buried corpses now begin to speak. May their wails be packed with the same emotional violence that bro

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You ever see a woman so fine that she leaves you confused?

It’s not that tongue dangling horniness. It’s different.

You’re mesmerized. You’re stuck.

Fantasies of kissing her before wishing you could fuck.

I cleaned my car out Baby. Got my hair cut as well.

I’ve pulled up to help you escape from your hell.

Kick your slippers off. Recline your seat. Sip on this beverage. I know you like sweets.

Who knew that we would take it this far? Now the finest girl in town is laid back in my car, and I’m all the way up!

I’m bursting with pride!

I dig your whole world, so please let me inside.

Please let me go slow and do a good job.

Please let me press deep into you,

and throb.

Please walk beside me for the rest of your life.

I’m on a mission to make you my pedestal borne wife.

Ascension.

Positive Mark (@positivemark)

Blood Baths By Positive Mark It’s the battle hymn of the furious, birthed and composed in the bold minds of the curious. Blood baths are

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Casamigos won last night

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There are words that we toss around so much these days, that we’ve diluted the hell out of them. Like gangster, for example. Another one is legend. That’s some shit that you’d really have to earn, like when the ‘hood was ok calling Isaac Hayes “Black Moses.” You really had to be different to get a tag like that.

When it comes to Cherokee, the word definitely applies. There have been artists who’ve impacted me before. I remember being young as hell, and seeing Vanessa del Rio do an anal scene, and my world was thoroughly rocked. Yes, I’m that old. I can rattle off a list of artists who rocked me with their beauty, attributes, and prowess. This post is too long as it is, so maybe I’ll do a whole adult artist series. Let’s just say that I learned, years ago, that I have a love for sex that’s probably greater than most would find normal. I’m a soul brother so I’m attracted to soul sisters. With that being the case, the first time I saw a Cherokee scene, I fell in love like a billion other cats. Strangely enough, I can’t seem to recall the first one of hers. I can remember the first time I saw Vanessa Blue, Dominique Simone, and Jada Fire, but I can’t remember the first scene I saw Cherokee in. I will mention a couple of them.

There’s the scene when she’s on a ladder, painting a wall, in a yellow two piece bikini. She had me retarded, she was so damned fine. I couldn’t process how a woman could be so perfect! There’s one where she rocked this cotton candy pink fish net deal, and she backed up to a couch, and let a brother just feast on her. I mean pure ecstasy. There’s one that looks real up close and intimate, where she’s wearing a black outfit, and she lets a dude have her on a brown leather couch, and I think maybe even an ottoman. Anyway, she made some faces in that one that really looked like she was being pleased, and it definitely elevated the scene beyond the fact that you were watching porn. You see that’s the thing.

When I fantasize about Cherokee, I don’t think of it as I want to pound her big ass out. It’s more like maybe she’s my down the hall neighbor, who always speaks and waves, and smiles. Then maybe one Friday she tells me it’s her birthday weekend, and she’s got nothing planned. I tell her that I always get up early on Saturday and make a Starbucks run. I offer to bring her something, and the fantasy goes from there. In that way, I integrate the artist into my real life, because I actually am a bookworm who goes to coffee shops on my day off. I can never enter her world, so I lucid dream her into mine. Of course, I also have a coworker fantasy about her. Either scenario, she’s always a goddess in my vicinity that I know ain’t checkin’ for me, but a unique set of circumstances ends up causing her to let me make love to her. That’s how I fantasize about Cherokee. Of course, there is always a dark side.

Listen, I see this woman as a goddess. So there were a couple of occasions that made my ass sensitive as hell. Real porn addicts may recall a particularly hurtful moment in the genre. It was a series called “Ghetto Gaggers.” I didn’t understand. Years later, I still don’t understand. Why did those beautiful sisters allow that stuff to be done to them? It was so awful. I couldn’t figure if maybe they got tricked into some funny contract shit, or maybe they had been drugged, or what the fuck was that? I saw what they were doing to these absolute goddesses and I just—it’s just too much. I actually didn’t watch videos for a pretty good stretch after that. That wasn’t porn. That was some other shit.

But either way, she made her dough in the way she saw fit, and I wasn’t paying her bills, so…

These days, Cherokee is still out. She’s still famous. Got her own company, her website, and she still lets us look at her—and dream. I tried to blog about her, but never got around to it. However, I did pen a poem about her in September, 2023. I will leave the link to it below.

Just—Cherokee—we know this is your business. We know it’s your hustle, but understand this. You have impacted us. You have impacted the culture. You’re beautiful from your silky black hair, to your raven eyes, to your insane curvature. You are poetry in motion. You are a living masterpiece. I’m so damned jealous of any brother who had a chance to spend a weekend with you. My dreams about you seemed to have tapered off. I guess I’m aging out. I’ll always adore you though. Peace.

Cherokee

By Positive Mark Put it close to the camera, so it fills up the screen. Your expanse is breathtaking. Scientists are rendered silent by your

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So Glorious

By Positive Mark

Is it a freeze frame? Do you call it a frozen moment in time? Whatever, you know what the fuck I’m sayin’.

There’s a glorious moment we’ve all experienced countless times that should be breathtaking, but we’re typically so preoccupied at those moments, that we don’t realize the depth of what’s happening.

That’s the moment when you look down at a mattress, and there’s a sexy brown sister with a plump one, just chillin’, waiting for you to come, or waiting for you to come back.

She ain’t tryna leave. She ain’t looking for no drawers.

She might be catching some winks, ‘cause she worked that day. She might be scrolling on her phone. Hell, she might be twistin’ a ‘rillo, but either way she got the memo, and she understood the assignment. You wanted her with you. You wanted her butt ass naked, and you wanted her on that damned bed.

Be it your place, her place, or a hotel, this woman is in position—for you. You are welcome inside of her. That hot wetness is yours Bro.

That’s why it’s so glorious! She ain’t gotta be perfect, or the finest. For me, I just need her to be earth-toned. I like that brown skin. I gotta have it. No disrespect to my red goddesses. I’ve been fucked silly by a couple of y’all too. But my natural instinct just draws me to that brown. My Lord!

She ain’t gotta have the fattest ass, the sweetest ass, a super model ass. Hell no! That thang can have stretch marks, shit, we in the ‘hood Black. It can be a nice slender or petite one. I hope it’s symmetrical, has it’s own unique shape to it, and if it does, there’s a strong chance that I might engage in the outrageous act of placing my lips on another human beings butt. Can you fathom this??? Willingly kissing someone’s ass! And don’t let the smoke settle. My whole face might go up in that MF.

It is actual bliss. It’s not ecstasy that can be. It’s ecstasy that will be, as soon as you quit bullshittin’ and bring yo’ ass back to that bed.

But, my Brother, we have to realize there’s levels to this. That’s the only way you truly appreciate how glorious this moment is. It’s when you realize that you’re not in control of this situation, she is. She’s the goddess, and you’re her servant. Because if you’re turned on by her, chances are there are 1500 other cats that have barked at her. I mean, she can’t even walk around the damned supermarket without someone offering to eat her pussy. Some of them were more handsome than you. Some of them had more dough to flash. Some of them had more wood to offer her. Were you her first offer for the evening? Were you the first one she called? Maybe, maybe not. But do it matter? Not right now.

Whatever her reason was, she needed to be satiated, and she chose you.

Did you understand the assignment?

Glorious.

Frigid

By Positive Mark “Big Momma’s gone.” Positive Mark Fixated on the specter of a frigid day’s sunset. Vampires are yawning, but the nymphs ain

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Babe Of Oshun

I walked towards the river. I wasn’t afraid.

I sat by the river, near the last spot she played.

The last spot she dismantled vitriol with her voice.

Fell leagues in love. She left me no choice.

Bathing my soul like the rays of full moons.

Head on her bosom.

Babe of Oshun.

Here I alight, but she’s not in this space.

Squeeze my eyes shut for a glimpse of her face.

Perking my ears up, and pinching my skin,

hoping to pick up her voice in the wind,

hoping to pick up her scent on a breeze,

wishing I could be the last one she sees.

Just one more stanza to tell her she’s fine.

Just one more carafe to pour her some wine.

Just want to give her a face she can climb, and then please her with strrrokes from behind.

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Lying supine, heart racing, and panting.

Looking down at me, she’s praying,

and chanting.

Spellbound from all of the love I would give her, should she bring her ass back

to this river.

The Enslaved

By Positive Mark Positive Mark. I once failed to protect you because I had no choice. Now, I simply choose not to, and wonder why you have s

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My Religion

Tell me what you’d do if I was as scarce as you?

Not returning phone calls.

Never coming through.

Always talking rude to you.

Never using tact.

Having the audacity to talk behind your back.

You said you want to settle, but you’re still out acting wild.

A grown-up ass & titties, yet your mind is like a child’s.

The stimulation lingers from the raven in your eyes.

The irritation lingers ‘cause you’re always telling lies.

Now here I am, a grown ass man, who’s tryna go legit’.

I keep on meeting chicks like you, who’s fine, but ain’t worth shit.

I tried to pay you homage, but your mind is so confused.

Perhaps you’re just my karma for the nice girls I misused.

Love is my religion, but I worship gods of war.

I’d love to have a Queen to serve, but no patience for whores.

Imagine I was just like you, and years ago, I was.

These days, I’m like a bleeding heart,

and you ain’t got the gauze.

Memphis

By Positive Mark As I sit and read of struggles from the past, I wonder. What will we be when the pain is gone? The gaps between offenses is

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Mystique

My dearest ravenous raven, I now approach you with the bill of a Blue Heron, and a one-track mind to sip your affection.

You’re perched in audacious submission, and it, in turn, enslaves me.

You fit my lifestyle with your feminine wiles, you beautiful, gorgeous Black child.

Neatly petite, with the prettiest feet, my fever grows when you’re painting your toes.

How dare I let a day pass without writing a book about you?

There’s nothing I can do. I’m enamored with you, and engrossed in your mystique.

Your embossed physique drips past my eyes, to my lips, then I use it to moisten my quill.

What is love, but unwavering will?

Lake Shore Drive

By Positive Mark Photo by Positive Mark I sat the sun on a roof while I re-tied my shoe, and told it to rest up right there. I quickened my

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Bargaining Chips

She’s mine now.

Clearly,

eternally,

mine.

So let it be.

Bargaining Chips 🌹

By Positive Mark

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Hains Point

Dusk in the park, with iced liqueur in two cups.

Reveling in her laughter and gazing in her eyes.

Swallowed by the darkness, and as cuddly as two pups.

Deftly placed hand,

smooth maneuvers ‘tween two thighs.

A well-planned excursion to get out and get down, with his wife and her husband on the out skirts of town.

A golden glow of ecstasy not felt in a long time.

Feelings are expressed in lewd emails with strong rhymes.

A rhythmic pulse pattern beats in two bandit hearts.

Taboo eye contact and the magic will start.

Families at a barbecue, and families at church.

Marriages grow cold, and a partner will search

for the way a kiss used to feel,

and slow moving touches.

Libations and some green leaves serving as crutches.

The sky becomes a blanket as they see the first star.

Fevered, as the energy moves them to the car.

Bottle on the front seat with slit open Dutches.

Wrestling in the back seat with kisses and clutches.

Thrusting through her moistness and loving her squeals.

Mesmerized from seeing how a thicker one feels.

Something must have hit it, ‘cause she screamed “Don’t stop!”

Flashlight through the window.

It’s a cop.

Those Whispers

By Positive Mark The memory we ran from has found us again. It rides above confines of space, time, and limits. Those whispers are rubbish.

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Let Her Breathe

Her recitations were percussive.

A bunch of ‘I love you’ drowned out by the maniacal giggle of a dream slayer.

Her kiss is like a one way ticket to Heaven.

Her dismount leaves you frost bitten.

Curled up in my lap like a soft kitten, vibrating bullshit off my earlobes, to bolster her case.

The faces she makes at those moments of truth can’t conceal what is deep in her eyes.

Alerts from a wee hour text on her phone has a way of exposing her lies.

A swig of some gin, then I wrote her a hymn, and her spiritual side was revealed.

I called on my faith, but it was too late. The blood in my heart had congealed.

Lascivious looks from her eyes to her legs

Motive to let all that pride go, and beg

Mischief that caused you to bubble and seethe

Take a deep breath boy,

and let that b—-h breathe.

Where Fear Lives

By Positive Mark Where Fear Lives A couple at tea time, sharing a meal. Ain’t none of my business. Just like how it feels. It feels like all

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Natural

You told me you felt so small in my arms, and how I made you feel safe, and made you feel warm.

It’s hard to explain how those compliments struck me, ‘cause the whole night before you just kept screaming “Fuck me!”

So I tried to perform in the way you required, ‘til I guess we passed out, ‘cause we were both high and tired.

At sunrise I thought I would run out for coffee, but you were still in that zone, and wouldn’t get off me.

I thought I had found you. That needle in the haystack. That chocolate girl I’d been wanting since way back,

when I first came to terms with my wants and my needs, and the exact type of beauty that buckled my knees.

You told me you didn’t want to live life alone.

Then another niggas dick appeared on the screen of your phone.

My true living fantasy was quickly upended, and you couldn’t understand why was actually offended!

But my dumb ass kept giving you uncovered wood, though I knew you wasn’t shit, but that sex was so good.

I didn’t have the nerve to even tell my brother that I was smashing a whoe’ and wasn’t using no rubber.

A grown ass man, making dumb ass decisions, but what can you do when she rides with precision?

You figured me out, how to give what I’d want. Buck naked on my king size, twisting a blunt.

It was a natural mystique, flowing through the air, as I’d bury my face into your dreadlock hair,

and enjoy being inside you.

Willing to live out my whole life beside you.

Poetry can’t describe you.

Pictures of your tits sent all over the world, yet you’d tell me you wanted to be my girl.

Blood curdling arguments when my temper would blast off.

Told my ex wife and she laughed her whole ass off.

But my ex ain’t the type to let bad feelings linger.

She just said “You know that girl got you wrapped around her finger.”

And that helped me break free, for better or worse.

Started spending my time with this Ethiopian nurse.

Felt good about myself again. Return of the Mack!

Til’ you called my phone crying, and my ass went right back

to a life full of torment, and wrought disrespect.

I ain’t never hit a woman, but almost reached for your neck.

Is there someone I can blame?

like a bad arrow from Cupid?

Or do I have to accept that I was just stuck on stupid?

There were quality women all over DC,

but I tried to tame a girl who who tried to destroy me.

A bunch of blood tests later, narrow escape

from some herpes or siphillis, or other blood taint.

A few years have passed. I’ve settled with a queen.

She’s intelligent, respectful, Caribbean,

and clean.

I can add a whole miracle to the lessons I’ve learned.

I deep dived into fire, and didn’t get burned.

Memphis

By Positive Mark As I sit and read of struggles from the past, I wonder. What will we be when the pain is gone? The gaps between offenses is

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The Text

Warm light in her warm room, her body shines like new glass.

Face down, and she’ll moan soon, from my warm tongue in her ass.

Shrieks rise as she explodes.

Made the pussy feel good.

Bent over and spread out, anticipating real wood.

FaceTime with a screen shot that made me hard and ‘bout dizzy.

Text message, “This thing’s hot.” And she summoned me to get busy.

First strokes

real slow.

Too much patience to push.

Suddenly,

she opened up

and I heard that pussy gushhhhh.

Don’t know how I held on. I squeezed to stay in the game.

Felt her body temp rise, now we’re both wrapped in her flame.

Undeniable chemistry.

Tonight, we’re gonna make history.

How I found this unicorn still seems like a great mystery.

I’d done copped me a green sack to blaze with porn and then jerk.

All set, ‘til she texted me that her husband got stuck at work.

Dog style,

mission style,

even pounded her sideways.

Muscles weak,

near sleep, til I heard a car

in her driveway.

Formless In Form

By Positive Mark Formless In Form I drove to the water for mental ascension.She told me to “Set your pen down, Son,and listen,and watchas I

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Anatomy of Stillness

Once it was pictures, but

now things have changed ‘cause I’ve witnessed your realness.

I try not to come up on other folks pain, but you put yourself down, so I chose to abstain

from giving you propers from my point of view.

Decided to listen.

See what you’d do.

You said you were too thin,

didn’t have no butt.

Men didn’t compliment you on your strut.

You said that your darker skin wasn’t the best.

Noone would want you for lack of large breasts.

The whole time we sat and conversed on the couch, I yearned for the moment to kiss your glossed mouth.

Mind raced, imagining how you would feel once my thick offering made yo’ ass squeal

with euphoric delight.

Honestly hoping to stroke you all weekend, and not just one night.

Hoping to be come the man you would call when your heat had you climbing the walls.

I asked you politely.

You sent me a pic’.

Mahogany skin and your sleekness was sick!

Sent me one more with the side of your butt, and your frame looked pristine,

like you hadn’t been touched.

Stricken with fever I couldn’t get off me,

asked if you’d meet me real early for coffee.

You rose at dawn and appeared at my place with this innocent look on your face.

I tried not to close in and swallow you whole, but the look in your eyes had done taken its toll.

I lifted you up when you gave me that hug, and your mango got tasted right there on the rug.

The coffee got started, but never completed.

The scent of you gave all the energy needed.

Watching you ride as I laid on my back.

Someone convinced you you’re ugly and black,

and now here I am getting all of that passion.

Now you come see me without even askin’.

Round after round we go, different positions.

Candlelights lick on your skin as it glistens.

One night when you felt me throbbing inside, you whispered “I love you.”

and cried.

Nothing I could do but hold you real tight.

Anatomy still,

and in for the night.

This Realm

By Positive Mark There are times when it’s practical to burn Dragon’s Blood resin for protection. There are other times when you need to be