A Thanksgiving Poem

A THANKSGIVING POEM!!

May our Turkey be juicy and plump
May our dressing be tasty and crisp
May our potatoes be whipped and buttery
May our gravy have nary a lump
May our greens be cooked with bacon grease
May our snaps be cooked with ham hocks
May our macaroni and cheese be enough to go around
May our  deviled eggs not be so gassy
May our yams be delicious and sweet
May our yeast rolls rise nice

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and high
May our pies be topped with whipped cream
May our cakes take the prize
Last but not least May our Thanksgiving Dinner stay off our waist and our thighs!!

Written By: Rhonda Kendrick  (c)

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BROKEN HEART

BROKEN  HEART

MY heart dropped and shattered to the ground as my virtue was stripped from my womb. The tears rolling down my cheeks for this now broken heart of mine, it was just too

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much at 8 to consume. The blood started to run down my thighs between my parted legs, my eyes opened wider looking down at my flower with horror. How could a father be such a fabricator? I got up and went running to the bathroom, to shower, with my fears in my throat. At my age all I wanted was someone to hold me tight and tell me all will soon be alright, but for now my heart is crying bittersweet tears. Now clean and sore and red to the touch, I wrapped a towel around me, went to ask for some clothes, because mine was bloody. He said I don’t have  any you will have to  wear them, so he took me back home looking like a corpse. Mother was at work,  she would never know that I went missing during the night. He said I had better not tell or no one will even see the light.

Written By:  Rhonda Kendrick  (c)

BLACK GYPSY

BLACK GYPSY

All was around placing there bets.
By the end of the race there will be so many debts.
They  weren’t counting on the new horse, even thou

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gh Black Gypsy was in third place.
As the gun shot the horses took off and Black Gypsy made them look like a disgrace.
The sound of thundering hooves kicking up dust around the track was all that echoed.
As the race came to a end Black Gypsy crossed the line, slowed down to a halt curtseyed with head bowed.
The audience now set hypnotized, wondering the horses Sir Mastermind.

Written By: Rhonda Kendrick  (c)

MY BOOK DRESS

MY BOOK DRESS

I wore my book dress tonight. Don’t you think it would impress our guest?

Couldn’t afford one on my own for my book signing,
So I had to make one from my own resourcefulness.

All the poets and poetess will be in delight of my homemade attire.

Everyone stood in envy of where I may have acquired such a delight.

All my books now signed, the

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evening had gone well, no one left with a frown.

Written By: Rhonda Kendrick (c)

BURNING DESIRES

BURNING DESIRES

I want my hand to be the one you hold.
I want to look in your eyes and see myself.
I want to make you smile and laugh.
I want you to wake me with your touch.
I want you to show me what I’ve been missing.
I want you to unleash my desires that are burning deep inside of me.
I want to feel you from the inside out.
I will surrender all only too you.

Written By: Rhonda
                      Kendrick

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THE RENDEZVOUS

THE  RENDEZVOUS

The heat running through my veins as I entered the room was that of a red-hot flame.
Knowing that again I get to

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play a dominant role one I didn’t get very much so I have to play it well, I can’t be one he can tame.
He knew the rules when he set it up, never before being submissive to a woman, now at my reprieve, he will surrender.
A pawn seeing me enter the bedroom, I could tell by his eyes and the way he shifted in the chair, he loved what he saw, and glad to know that he was the contender.
I told him to get on the bed, I in my black leather skin tight tiger outfit came and put a stiletto heel on his manhood.
His breath caught, he couldn’t take it any longer, he started to take my leather off, then he put me on the bed, kissing me passionately as he reached between my thighs and entered my womanhood.
Both reaching our sexual climax together.
It was like an explosion of white heather.
Our flames of desire once again satisfied.
Until our next rendezvous, we are contented.

Written By:  Rhonda Kendrick
(c)        The Exotic Temptress